Grace of a Wolf (by Lenaleia) novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132: Jack-Eye: Her Game (I)

JACK-EYE

She looks at me, lips parted, eyes blown wide with want. “Then wash it out for me.”

The invitation hangs between us, filthy and explicit. I know exactly what she wants from me. She wants my cock down her throat until she’s sobbing. Wants me to fuck her mouth until she can’t taste him anymore, until there’s nothing left of Thom’s magic or his presence.

And Goddess help me, I want it too. Have been dreaming about it since I first caught her scent. The thought of sliding between those sharp little teeth, watching those cat eyes water as she takes me deep—it’s been torturing me since I laid eyes on her. I hated watching her do it to another man. Hated everything about it.

But giving Lyre exactly what she wants? Too easy. She’s testing me. Everything with her is a game, a challenge, a way to see if I’ll break. And I refuse to fail.

My mind wanders to a ridiculous place. I imagine grabbing her wrist, dragging her into the bathroom, and brushing her damn teeth. Slow and condescending, standing behind her at the sink mirror, watching her furious eyes as I move the brush over every tooth.

“Minty fresh,” I’d say with a smug grin, right before she’d spin around and punch me in the balls.

The image is so absurd that my lips twitch, amusement flickering briefly across my face.

Lyre’s eyes narrow immediately. Nothing gets past her. “What are you thinking?”

“Nothing,” I lie, my voice a little too casual.

Her pupils contract slightly at the obvious bullshit. She doesn’t want jokes. She wants control—my control—over her. My wolf growls, the sound vibrating through my chest. I’ve been sucked into her orbit, drawn in by her arousal, by the strange pull she has over us both. The promise of dominating the woman who scares my wolf to death is impossible to resist.

I bend down, my grip firm on her hair as I kiss her—upside down, her head tilted back against me. My mouth consumes hers, tongue pushing inside without hesitation. I taste her, explore her, deep and slow, cleaning every crevice. My tongue slides against the roof of her mouth, behind her teeth, intentionally thorough.

It’s filthy. I love it.

When she tries to catch and suck on my tongue, I bite her bottom lip hard enough to make her gasp. “Open,” I growl against her lips.

She hesitates—always testing, always pushing. I reach down and pinch both nipples, hard and sudden. Her back arches off the bed as a moan spills from her mouth, giving me exactly what I want.

I don’t stop kissing her until her mouth is thoroughly fucked. By the time I pull back, her lips are swollen and red, her eyes glassy with arousal. I run my fingers over her mouth possessively, tracing the outline of her lips. Then I press two fingers past them, pushing in slowly.

She accepts them immediately, tongue curling around my knuckles as she sucks. The wet heat of her mouth sends jolts straight to my cock.

I want to keep her like this, mouth full and obedient, tongue flicking lazy circles like she’s savoring it. She’s not just teasing me back. She’s showing me she knows what she’s doing.

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