Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 149

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.

movement. The flush beneath

fingers brushing the hot, sensitive

I shocked him, a growl tearing free from deep

"Fuck!"

that single point of contact is like mainlining lightning. It

pull away. I can’t. My body craves this contact like a drug, even as

throbs against my palm. Hot. Velvet over steel. My

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

Squeeze the energy. Compress

golden flow with my mind, to regulate the power crackling between

time—because I’m an idiot with zero multitasking ability—my

The effect is catastrophic.

stand out like cords. His jaw locks.

He gasps. "What are

his hips jerk forward involuntarily, driving his

Wait.

Wait.

I choking his dick

"Caine—!"

sound. Something between a groan and a growl, something you’d only hear

panicked that I’ve pushed too far—but it’s already

hand clamps tight around mine. A hot rush spills across my belly, splashing my fingers, the hem of my shirt—every pulse of it pushing another wave of energy through the

as a violent burst of arcane power slams between us, stealing the breath from my

Sensation flares—hot, sharp, overwhelming. My back bows off the bed, legs

moves. We’re frozen—Caine braced above me, panting hard, and me... sprawled out, wide-eyed, covered in heat, heart pounding, and still

Most. Awkward. Ending. Ever.

literally choked his dick

Choked it.

inexperience. thy

blink up at him. "Um...

mine for a brief

with too much oxygen. I can

Too much.

did way too

.

Shit.

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