Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 149: Grace: No. Nope. Never.

Caine hovers over me, all rippling muscles and heaving chest, his words hanging in the air between us.

"...there’s no rule saying you can’t touch yourself, right?"

My brain dies. Just kaboom, explodes, done-for.

Did he just—? Is he suggesting—?

Wait. What now. Did he just—

He wants to WATCH me?

Heat explodes in my face as my eyes go wide. The suggestion alone sends a traitorous pulse of arousal through me, but it’s instantly swallowed by a tidal wave of utter mortification.

Nope. NO. Never. Not happening.

My thighs may be clenching with need, but my embarrassment screams louder.

"Absolutely not," I splutter, my voice somewhere around ten octaves higher than normal. I’m not even sure if ten octaves exist, but if they do, I’m there, baby. High and freaked out.

I lurch backward on the bed, scrambling like a freshly squashed insect. My legs are noodles, my dignity a corpse. I manage two feet of retreat before vertigo hits like a sucker punch.

"Shit," I mumble, squeezing my eyes shut and willing the spinning to stop. My stomach lurches dangerously, and for a horrifying second, I think I might actually throw up. Yeah. Way to complete this masterpiece of indignity.

Caine’s expression shifts instantly. The heat in his eyes cools, replaced by sharp concern as he takes in my pallor.

"Are you okay?" he demands.

I wave a hand. It might as well be my flag of surrender. "I’m fine... I think. Maybe."

My body can’t decide if it wants to chase the lingering arousal or pass out from overexertion. I’m putting my bets on passing out, because no matter how much throbbing there is between my legs, my body can’t back it up.

wolves live inside their masters’ heads, but oh my Goddess,

basically a sexual audiobook for

Not cool.

back, jaw tight. Then he slams a fist into the mattress beside me. The entire bed jumps, and fabric tears under his fist. Seriously? How do you rip a sheet with just one

cheating at life at this

he growls, his voice dripping

Way to dial up the drama,

I

It absolutely is. This—whatever we just did—was too much, too fast. I haven’t processed any of it. The

Semen

.

gross and

is blaming himself when I am one hundred percent the person who

go, me. I’m

wonder vaguely where it’s always

makes his tattoos gleam. They’re calm now, no longer

helplessly, unable to find words. What do you say after accidentally choking someone’s dick with magic, especially when

hardens as he moves away from the

"Oh. Um. Okay, but—"

jackass doesn’t even pause as he jerks

"Wait. Caine—"

Then it closes.

dressed, and now I can’t explain

golden energy between us is long gone,

back onto the bed with a dramatic groan, throwing my arm over my eyes.

edge of hysteria. I was mad at him before this. Mad that he was acting all domestic, taking care of the kids, pushing me to the

Mad.

nice,