Grace of a Wolf (by Lenaleia) novel Chapter 186

186 Caine: Control (Or Lack Thereof)

186 Caine: Control (Or Lack Thereof)

Grace’s shoulders subtly hunch in defense, and I feel like a goddamn heel for not speaking more gently. 1

Damn wolf.

Hot. Sweaty. Relief.

She was… washing herself, right?

I’m not some sex–deprived virgin.

Taxes. Rogue disputes. Jack–Eye’s dissertation on scat identification when we were pups. All topics to cool the fire burning in my loins, and yet-

She

sways forward, the space between us shrinking, and I remind myself she’s not in control. She’s as much of a victim to this mate bond as I am. Perhaps more, as she’s a mere human against the force of it.

My lips hover near her ear, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her skin without touching.

“I’ve learned a little,” she whispers, “but not enough.”

“It f–feels good,” she whispers in response, her voice trembling.

When I turn back, she’s looking over her shoulder with her wide, grass–green eyes. Then she jerks her head away to look straight ahead, and I feel a little empty.

My hands twitch.

“I wasn’t really washing,” she says softly. “I was just… hot and sweaty. Trying to get a little relief.”

The thought sends even more blood rushing south so fast I’m dizzy with it.

I can control this level of desire.

Her breath hitches.

My mouth goes dry.

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186 Caine: Control (Or Lack Thereof)

My hand slides around to her side, the washcloth gliding over her ribs and dipping beneath the curve of her breast.

I mentally kick myself. She’s already been through so much. The last thing I should be doing is pressuring her with my own lack of control.

I want to drop to my knees. Press my mouth to that exact spot. Let my tongue trace

up her spine, tasting every inch of her skin.

back up

Fuck.

nape, her neck, where tiny blonde hairs cling to her damp skin. Water beads at the then slides down her spine in thin rivulets, gathering at the small dip at the base, above her underwear.

I force myself to take a step back, putting precious inches between us before I do something we’ll both regret.

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