Grace of a Wolf (by Lenaleia) novel Chapter 129

Chapter 129: Lyre: His Dominance

LYRE

My mouth tastes like shit and disappointment.

Not literal shit—though after what just happened, I’d need to think about it. Arcana transfer through sexual contact always leaves a distinct flavor of shame, regret, and something unpleasant. Like… licking a subway pole after a rush hour commute.

Never a fun time.

Who the hell set the metaphysical laws of arcana transfer to porn logic, anyway? Probably Chaos. It’s always Chaos. Some bored cosmic entity sitting on their multidimensional ass, thinking: “You know what would make power exchange more interesting? If they had to suck dick for it.”

I resist the urge to spit again as Aaron’s forehead presses against mine, his breath hot on my face. His bare chest radiates heat, and his hands still grip my shoulders from slamming me against the door. The wood presses into my back.

I’m still buzzing from the transfer—power crackling beneath my skin, ready to snap and burn everything it touches. It would be so easy to push him back, to remind him who’s really in control here.

But I’m curious.

“Well?” I ask, keeping my voice cool and casual. “You watched me suck someone else’s dick. Are you gonna do something about it, or what?”

His shoulders shake with laughter, though there’s nothing amused in the sound. It’s rough, gritty, like it’s being dragged out of him against his will.

“So this is your idea of being submissive?” He looks down at me, pupils blown wide, a muscle twitching in his jaw.

I shrug, stretching my neck and arching my back slightly—a deliberate, catlike movement, brushing my breasts against his chest. “It’s harder than it looks, alright? Take it or leave it.”

His eyes track the movement, lingering on the exposed line of my throat. Good. Let him think about sinking his teeth there. Let him imagine what I’d do to him if he tried.

“Hurry up and slam me down, big bad alpha.” I curve my lips into a taunting smile. “Show me what a real wolf can do.”

He groans. “I’m just a beta, remember? Wouldn’t want you too disappointed.”

The man’s got jokes. We both know he’s an alpha-strength Lycan, but he’s desperately clinging to his humor to keep himself under control.

Time to make it snap.

I raise an eyebrow. “So you disappoint a lot of women, then?”

His nostrils flare. His scent spikes with something sharp and tingly.

Before he can respond, I reach out and palm the hard length of him through his jeans. His cock jumps beneath my hand, hot even through the denim. Even if his technique sucks—and I’m sure it doesn’t—it’ll feel good from the stretch alone.

My tongue slides across my teeth as I glance up at him through my eyelashes, aiming for sultry and innocent.

Innocent… might not work very well. I’m not great at it. As you can see.

“Oops,” I say, giving him a light squeeze. “My hand slipped.”

His breath catches. A snarl rips from his throat, vibrating through his chest and against my palm.

“You still suck at being submissive,” he mutters.

I tilt my head, meeting his gaze directly. “Then make me submit.”

Something changes in his eyes—a switch flipping. The playful tension disappears, replaced by something darker, hungrier. His grip on my shoulders tightens for a fraction of a second before sliding down to capture my wrists in a single swift movement as he spins us both around.

He walks me backward, his body crowding mine, forcing me to retreat step by step toward the bed. For once, I allow myself to be moved. I could stop this—could drop him with a thought, with a whispered word, with just the right flex of power.

But I don’t.

I watch him carefully, gauging his every reaction. The way his pupils dilate. The flush creeping up his neck. The careful control in his grip—firm enough to guide me, not hard enough to bruise.

“You’re gonna regret that challenge,” he growls, his voice dropping to something low and dangerous. Normally, alpha posturing doesn’t do much for me. His? Sends an unexpected shiver racing down my spine.

My calves hit the edge of the mattress. His hands release my wrists only to plant firmly on my shoulders, and he pushes.

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