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.

and his eyes are all dark and hot

"Are you sure?"

nod. I think

looks at the cloth on the ground, then grabs another out of the

with

great at being sexy, so I’m not entirely certain how

Caine says,

mind. I guess my awkward

and hold onto the edge of it.

honest—again!—the energy transfer 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 happening and maybe try to

like ice against my

Gently.

trying to drive me crazy, knowing I’m already

with want, and Caine slides the cloth down my back, over my ass, and down my right thigh. Then he pushes against the back of

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...

Hot? Yes.

Awkward? Also yes.

of me clenches hard, though, greedily accepting

the tiptoes of my other foot, feeling exposed and vulnerable. The position is precarious and I still have no idea what

just standing there

upward in a torturously slow

after all. It’s

Way better.

of anticipation through my

doing?" The question slips out breathless, my lip caught between my teeth as I struggle

much to be had when you have your leg hiked

not sure if it’s a good thing or a bad thing at this

"Worshipping," Caine says quietly.

hits me like... I don’t know,

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