Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 188

Chapter 188: Grace: Why Did You Stop?

When Caine pulls away, my first thought is I did something wrong.

But when I look at him, at how hard he still is and how his breathing’s heavy and charged, I realize... I didn’t.

Though I’m still not sure why he stopped.

"Why did you stop?"

Way to sound desperate, Grace.

"You needed me to...?"

The arrogant Lycan in front of me sounds strangely unsure of himself, and I shake my head. "I didn’t."

He draws in a deep breath and rubs his hands over his face, then through his hair. "You should."

"But I don’t."

The place between my legs is wet and aching, water dripping down my thighs, and it’s awkward to still stand here without him... touching me.

I’m not entirely certain what to do, actually.

Caine groans.

"We’re going too far," he warns.

My eyebrows pull together. "I told you, the energy transfer isn’t... much."

It’s there, but it’s nothing like it is when our skin touches.

It’s impossible to completely avoid us touching even then, but they were more like sparks and rushes of energy lasting a second or two, not a constant drain of arcana. And, if I’m being brutally honest—which horny Grace apparently is—it felt really, really fucking good every time his skin would brush against mine.

So right now I’m feeling more than a little lost and kind of abandoned in the middle of what was promising to be an amazingly intimate, stolen moment in the middle of the night, and Caine looks... tortured.

his eyes are all dark and hot and intense again, and

"Are you sure?"

I think I am,

grabs another out of the cabinet

to close my legs now? Or still stand here with them awkwardly

not entirely certain how to pull this man back

the sink," Caine says,

guess my awkward stand-like-a-statue move

shakily make my way to the sink and hold onto the edge of it. He nudges my feet

is a little greater now than it was before. Maybe it’s the ambience. But this time, I vow silently to actually pay attention to what’s

touches the mirror over the sink. The cold countertop is like ice against my heated skin, and he runs the

Gently.

me crazy, knowing I’m already

and Caine slides the cloth down my back, over my ass, and down my right

knee obediently, not sure what he’s doing until his hand cups the back of my thigh, lifting it with careful pressure. The cool countertop meets my knee as he positions me, opening me up in a way so debauched I’m... not entirely certain how to

Hot? Yes.

Awkward? Also yes.

hard, though, greedily accepting anything he does to me

and I still have no idea what he’s doing, leaving me off-kilter and not sure how

worse than just standing there awkwardly after he

my thigh upward in a torturously slow

worse after

Way better.

sends ripples of anticipation through my body, slowly

The question slips out breathless, my lip caught between my

be had when you

though... I’m not sure if it’s a good thing or

"Worshipping," Caine says quietly.

me like... I don’t know,

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