Grace of a Wolf (by Lenaleia) novel Chapter 274

Chapter 274: Grace: Locking In

There’s something positively sinful about being called a good girl. Both words slip out of him smooth as silk and an absolute torpedo to the last remnants of my struggle.

The almost painful ticklish feeling mellows into something warm and pleasant, buzzing against my skin until I’m rubbing my legs against his, restless and aching for something more.

The McDonald’s, the lack of refund, the dragons on his pants—yeah, there’s no space in my thought process for any of it anymore.

Even my fear of pain’s disappeared, drowned beneath excitement. Like blissful amnesia, courtesy of his stubble scraping against my skin and the way his tongue flicks against my hardened nipple.

I shiver.

He chuckles.

The sound goes straight to my toes, pointing straight down as I try to tell myself a single laugh from a man can’t possibly feel that good against my breast.

But then he does it again. And I shiver again. And he chuckles again.

Yeah.

It does, in fact, feel that good. His hot breath has my skin pulling tight. Every breath, every touch, every sound—

The phone next to the bed rings shrilly and I stiffen, my eyes snapping open. I’m not even sure when they closed, but at some point they did, and now all I can see is the top of Caine’s head as he continues to lavish attention against my nipple.

It rings again, and he lifts his head like he’s about to answer it.

My eye twitches.

Okay, I know I’ve definitely—definitely—delayed things. The shower, my panic, my fears... but this? This is unconscionable. We’re finally making progress and I didn’t even have to pull out any of my awkward come-ons.

I shove at Caine’s muscular shoulder—quite firm, very nice, want to touch more—then roll onto my side and grab at the phone, hissing into the receiver, "We’re busy. Don’t call again."

"Your delivery driver—"

Oh hell no. If I let this man continue, is he going to send someone up with our missing food order? Then Caine’s going to drag me out to eat my "value-affirming" food instead of continuing what his tongue is doing.

No, thank you!

"Not interested!" I bark out before hanging up with prejudice and trying to yank the phone out of the wall.

It... doesn’t yank as brilliantly as I thought it would, mainly because it seems to be bolted to the nightstand.

"Allow me," Caine says calmly, reaching over my side. Instead of pulling it out of the wall as I’d intended, he simply smashes it with a single fist.

Plastic flies everywhere, but somehow pings harmlessly off the air in front of me.

I stare at the demolished device, wondering when destruction became foreplay. Because that was... hot.

Like, could bring me down the dark side hot.

"Stop getting distracted, Grace."

His mouth finds my shoulder before I can build a proper defense of what, exactly, I was protecting by answering the blasted phone in the first place. Instead, my brain catalogues warm lips, the drag of his stubble, a slow press of teeth against my skin.

I’m still on my side from my heroic lunge for the phone, which means his chest is a wall of heat against my back, and his hand’s slid over my side and onto my belly.

It makes me melt. Or maybe it’s just the way he’s nibbling on my neck.

Then he kisses a path along my shoulder, unhurried and deliberate. Each press of his mouth leaves a small burning patch of sensation behind, and I lie limp in his embrace, not sure what to do with myself. With my legs. My arms. My feet. My hands.

Then his hips shift and oh.

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