Grace of a Wolf (by Lenaleia) novel Chapter 263

Chapter 263: Grace: Nothing Happened

My whole world implodes.

Not literally—I mean, after today’s adventure, I wouldn’t be surprised. But, no, there’s no raining hellfire or mile-long sinkholes to mark this absolutely seismic moment.

It’s just my brain trying to process the casual way Caine announced he’s going to mark me. Tonight. No big deal, just penciled into our calendar like it isn’t something we should probably have an entire discussion over.

My mouth hangs open for a while, but no matter how much my throat works, I fail at bringing up a single sound to start the discussion in question, my brain no longer in processing mode and happily gallivanting in the gutter with the spicy memories we’ve already accrued in recent days.

Hmm. Yes. Suddenly, my lower body insists Caine’s idea is amazing. After all, if not mate, why mate-shaped?

I find myself nodding along to this entire thing without a single discussion actually had.

Caine’s fingers give my neck one more gentle stroke, the touch so light it might be imaginary. Then he reaches across me, pulls the seatbelt over my chest, and clicks it into place with practiced efficiency.

The truck door slams as he hops down, but I’m still busy thinking about how good things felt before... well, pain.

I watch him walk around the front of the vehicle, his long legs eating up distance like he owns the ground beneath his feet. Which, technically, he probably does. Lycan King and all that.

I blow out a shuddering breath, hoping my eyes aren’t as glazed over as they feel. My brain still hasn’t recovered, practically salivating in my head.

Marking.

Such a permanent thing, but instead of worrying about the future and what happens when Caine brings me home, I’m still stuck on how his firm his thighs are and how his chest would be nicer without a shirt on it.

Ah, shit. No. That is not what’s important. What’s important is that the man wants to bite me.

Which... hmm, yes, I’m not opposed, but I’m pretty sure I shouldn’t be letting my you-know-what make such big decisions. It’s in Girlfriending 101 somewhere, I’m sure.

The driver’s door opens. Caine slides behind the wheel with fluid grace, keys already in hand, and the engine rumbles to life.

That’s what finally snaps me out of my drooling.

"Wait!"

My hands fumble with the seatbelt buckle, fingers suddenly clumsy. "Wait, I need—"

His hand covers mine instantly. Large, warm, steady. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

"What’s wrong?"

My hands lock onto his fingers immediately, certain memories immediately crowding into my brain with seductive temptation. But I manage to shake it off, urgency giving me some small measure of clarity. "Uh—the cat. I need to bring the cat."

Wait, where is the cat?

I was overwhelmed with relief, snuggling into his arms... then he princess-carried me to the truck and I ogled his butt. The cat existed somewhere between those moments, but a frantic glance outside gives me absolutely nothing. Nope. No idea where the cat is.

There’s a large number of semi-conscious wolf shifters, though.

His fingers tighten around mine, and I jerk my head back around, my eyes falling back to his hand.

Such talented, talented fingers.

Ah, no. No. Think about Chaos, not sex.

"The cat isn’t what’s important right now," he says, not understanding how absolutely detrimental to my brain cells those words are right now.

Heat spreads from where our skin touches. It races up my arm, pools in my chest, makes my thoughts go sideways again, and...

And...

This time I notice what’s not happening.

But the point is, there’s still nothing.

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