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.

he drops his hands, and his eyes are all dark and hot and intense again,

"Are you sure?"

I think I

at the cloth on the ground, then grabs another out of the cabinet and walks to the sink again, only inches away

here with them

great at being sexy, so I’m not entirely certain how to pull this man back

the sink," Caine says, his voice

guess my awkward stand-like-a-statue

way to the sink and hold onto the edge of it. He nudges my feet further apart with his own,

than it was before. Maybe it’s the ambience. But this time, I vow silently to actually pay attention to

he murmurs, and I do, until my forehead touches the mirror over the sink. The cold countertop is like ice against my heated skin, and he runs the cloth over my back again,

Gently.

knowing I’m already way beyond

wriggle a little with want, and Caine slides the cloth down my back, over my ass, and down my right thigh. Then he pushes

what he’s doing until his hand cups the back of my thigh, lifting it with careful pressure. The cool

Hot? Yes.

Awkward? Also yes.

core of me clenches hard, though, greedily accepting anything

and vulnerable. The position is precarious and I still have no idea what he’s doing, leaving me off-kilter and not sure how to

standing there awkwardly after

my thigh upward in a

worse after all. It’s

Way better.

higher sends ripples of anticipation through my body,

slips out breathless, my lip caught between my teeth as

much to be had when you have your leg hiked up on a

I’m not sure if it’s

"Worshipping," Caine says quietly.

single word hits me like...

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