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

"Are you sure?"

think I

on the ground, then grabs another out of the cabinet and walks to the sink

Or still stand here with them

not entirely certain how to

over the sink," Caine says,

I guess my awkward stand-like-a-statue move

the sink and hold onto the edge of it. He

ambience. But this time, I vow silently to actually pay attention to what’s happening and maybe try

over the sink. The cold countertop is like ice against my heated skin, and he runs the cloth over my back again, the

Gently.

drive me crazy, knowing I’m already

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

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

Hot? Yes.

Awkward? Also yes.

greedily accepting anything he does to me and wanting

and vulnerable. The position is precarious and I still have no idea what he’s doing, leaving me

than just standing there awkwardly

in a torturously slow path,

worse after

Way better.

the cloth travels higher sends ripples of anticipation through

are you doing?" The question slips out breathless, my lip caught between my teeth as I struggle to maintain what little composure

when you have your leg hiked up on

are still on, though... I’m not sure if it’s a good thing or a bad thing at

"Worshipping," Caine says quietly.

word hits me like...

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