Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 148: Grace: Choked

"Ow!" I yelp, my hand snapping up to fist a handful of his hair and jerk his head away. "What the fuck?!"

Pain slices through the sexual haze, sharp and clarifying as a bucket of ice water, even as energy explodes between us. Threads multiply into cables, into ropes, into a goddamn tsunami of power pouring out.

My hand flies to my neck, feeling wetness. When I pull my fingers away, they’re spotted with blood.

"Did you just fucking bite me?!" I hiss.

He doesn’t answer, just groans against my shoulder.

The bite throbs, hot and electric. I can feel my heartbeat in it, pulsing in time with the arcane current, and try desperately to grab onto the energy between us again. But it’s too much.

Caine makes a sound that’s more animal than man, his entire body going rigid above me.

"Don’t. Move." His voice is ragged, barely recognizable. "Not an inch."

I open my mouth to sass him back, to tell him to go to hell for biting me, but the words die in my throat as I realize he’s fumbling with the button of his jeans.

Oh.

Oh.

My eyes go wide as he pushes his jeans low enough to grip himself—his hand tight around the hard, flushed length.

It’s bigger than I expected—not that I’ve spent time thinking about it. Much. Sometimes...

My core clenches hard at the sight of him, arousal slamming back through me with brutal force. But panic bubbles up alongside it, and I squeak, "Caine, I don’t have that much control yet—"

He doesn’t seem to hear me. His hand moves—slow, rough strokes, like he’s trying to hold himself together more than chase release. His face is tight with strain.

"I’m not going to—" His eyes shut, jaw clenched. "Fuck.

"

When he looks at me again, it’s like something ancient is clawing behind his eyes.

"I’m not in control anymore, Grace." The words sound torn from him. "Get out. Before I hurt you."

I should listen. I should absolutely listen to the massive predator telling me he’s about to lose control.

muscles ripple with each movement. The flush beneath his skin. The way his abs tighten with

instinct, fingers brushing

like I shocked him, a growl

"Fuck!"

me from that single point of contact is like mainlining lightning. It rockets through my system, pleasure so

away. I can’t. My body craves this contact like

throbs against my palm. Hot. Velvet over steel. My fingers wrap around it

flickers briefly back online, reminding me that I need to get this surging energy under control

Squeeze the energy. Compress the

with my mind, to regulate the power

with zero multitasking ability—my hand tightens around

The effect is catastrophic.

jaw locks. His thighs tremble. His free hand clamps around my wrist in a

"What are

into a snarl as his hips jerk forward involuntarily, driving

Wait.

Wait.

choking his dick

"Caine—!"

you’d only hear in bed. The kind of sound to make your

away, suddenly panicked that I’ve pushed too far—but it’s

as his hand clamps tight around mine. A hot rush spills across my belly, splashing my fingers, the hem of my

in my grip as a violent burst of arcane power slams

my entire body jolting with the echo of it. Sensation flares—hot, sharp, overwhelming. My back bows off

of us moves. We’re frozen—Caine braced above me, panting hard, and me...

Most. Awkward. Ending. Ever.

choked his dick into

Choked it.

thy name is

up at him.

rest against mine for a brief second. "That wasn’t how

with too much oxygen. I can still feel

Too much.

did way too fucking

.

Shit.