Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 187: Caine: Restraint

CAINE

Grace whimpers, and I glide the washcloth over her breast, pinching her nipple with the rough fabric. She sucks in a deep breath, her body arching into my touch despite herself, and it takes everything in me not to just throw her to the floor like a wild man.

I’m civilized. Perfectly capable of holding back.

Even if every little shuddering breath of hers wants to rip my control to pieces.

"Where else are you hot, Grace? Here?" I slide the washcloth lower, over the soft plane of her belly.

My cock hardens painfully as she rises on her tiptoes, her body instinctively seeking more. Her legs part in wanton invitation, but I stop at her lower abdomen, hovering just above where she needs me the most.

"Here?" I whisper, my voice rough and breathing heavy.

She nods frantically, her pulse jumping visibly at her throat. The scent of her arousal is better than anything I’ve ever smelled before, and I want it on me every damn minute, every hour, every day of the rest of my life.

"I can smell it." The words are supposed to come out as more of a dominating growl, but it’s more like a needy groan as I hold myself back.

"Don’t say that," she whispers, her cheeks flushing crimson.

"Why not?"

"It’s d-dirty." Her teeth catch her bottom lip as she stares at the ground. Or my hand.

I hope it’s my hand she’s watching, but she’s so fucking bashful, it’s hard to tell.

My fingers press a little harder through the cloth, but don’t travel any lower. "But I can smell how hot you are. How much you want me to touch you. Want me to move a little further..."

Her legs tremble, the muscles in her thighs twitching. Every instinct in me demands I drop to my knees, taste her, claim her, fuck her until she’s breathless and messy and marked beneath me.

Keep yourself

am under

ask, fighting for control

I want to twist it around my fist, pull

Can you handle this?" Each breath draws more of her scent into

the word

have to tell me what you want." I need her to say it. Need to hear the words

I can’t fuck her, I at least need the satisfaction of

touch me... more." Her voice breaks

"But

straight to my groin. Her fingers wrap around my wrist with surprising strength as she shoves

strangled, my fingers tense as I fight back the urge to drop the fucking cloth and plunge them inside of her

she releases me. Her hands fall to her sides, quivering as she jerks them one way, then another, as if not sure what to do with

far; my control’s

every cell in my body

the washcloth at the sink, again, gives me a few seconds to breathe. But this time

pebbling it, and

want to spin her around and ravage them until her breasts are left

But I hold back.

Again.

Barely.

voice is

saying my name," she begs,

step closer, telling myself it’s okay. My clothes are between us. If the washcloth is helping, then so will my

she immediately shoves her ass back against my cock, nestling its length between

Fuck.

who can hold back in this situation, and I grind against her with a