Grace of a Wolf (by Lenaleia) novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135: Lyre: Her Game (IV)

LYRE

“Get inside me before I turn you into a toad.”

The words come out before I can think twice, but I won’t take them back.

I’m going to kill this man if he keeps up this game of his. I know he wants more; know he’s nowhere near satisfied. And yet he’s holding out.

His hands on my skin, his cock teasing my pussy, his power pulsing inside of me… it’s infuriating. Intoxicating.

Almost like I’ve started a game I have no chance of winning. But of course not. I’ve just handed him the reins for today.

One time. A temporary release. A single night of pleasure with an oversexed wolf. Maybe more, since he’s proving himself to be a very nice toy…

But that’s all this is.

Lyrielle doesn’t beg.

Aaron leans down, his lips brushing my ear. His breath sends shivers down my spine, tickling my skin.

“That’s not how you beg, Lyre.”

This bastard. I could kill him for this—for making me want, for making me surrender. And yet here I am, legs spread, hands clutching at the sheets, every fiber of my being centered on the semi-empty ache between my thighs.

My teeth grind together as I fight the urge to simply hex him. I could do it. A snap of my fingers, a whispered word, and this wolf would be on his knees. But that’s not what I want. Not right now.

“…Please.”

It’s a false surrender on my tongue. Bitter and sweet at the same time.

He rewards me immediately, lining himself up against my entrance. I can feel the head of his cock pressing against me, the promise of fullness after all his teasing. My body is slick, ready, trembling with anticipation. I hold my breath, waiting for the moment he finally pushes inside.

ERRRNNNN. ERRRNNN.

We both freeze.

The sound of an emergency alert slices through the glorious moment like an entire glacier thrown at our naked, sweaty bodies.

Son. Of. A. Bitch.

My phone screams from the bedside table, a distinct tone that I’ve heard only a handful of times before.

Pure instinct takes over. My foot connects with Aaron’s chest, shoving him off me with enough force to send him sprawling backward. I lunge across the bed toward my phone, grabbing it from the nightstand.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” the Lycan growls, sprawled awkwardly at the edge of the bed, his cock still hard and jutting upward.

My eyes scan the screen, heart pounding for reasons entirely different from moments ago.

“Sorry. It’s an emergency. Can’t ignore it…” The words tumble out automatically as I swipe through the notification.

Silence settles over us as we both process what’s happening. My thighs are still shaking, my pussy still pulsing with unfulfilled need. Aaron looks like he might punch a wall, his erection showing no signs of flagging despite the interruption.

The alert expands on my screen.

[Divine Warning Protocol: Cosmic intervention documented in region 23-BETA and 20-L. Pattern recognition suggests coordinated action against established parameters.]

Damn it.

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