Lycan Contempt by S. Yule (reading fiction TXT) 📕

met anyone like him. No one had ever been able to sneak up on her. But how did he do it?

“Maybe it’s just a wild animal or something,” she mumbled.

Maybe it was a bear, or would al the bears be hibernating by now? And if so, maybe it was something worse like some type of wildcat. She enjoyed nature, but she was no expert when it came to what lurked in the woods of Wisconsin.

She was worried about Kish. She didn’t like being left here alone, but most of al, she didn’t want him to get hurt.

“Lucy, I can’t take any more. I have to find out what is going on.”

What she needed most was to know that he was okay. Butterflies danced in her bely as she recaled the way Kish had let her touch him in the kitchen. His skin had been smooth, and his jaw had been covered in stubble. She’d liked it, and now that she’d gotten a good look at him with her fingers, she had confirmed that he was every bit as handsome as she’d thought he would be.

She frowned as she let her hand slide down the wal in the halway leading to the living room. She’d wanted to take his face in both of her hands, but when he’d covered her fingers with his, he’d made it clear without speaking a word that he was in control of where she touched him. But why wouldn’t he let her touch the right side of his face? If he had a scar or some type of disfigurement, she couldn’t care less.

His insecurity about whatever he didn’t want her to find out seemed out of character for him.

True, she’d only known him for a short time, but she didn’t get the feeling that he was the insecure type. Unfortunately for him, or her, or maybe both, her curiosity about what he was hiding had only intensified. She didn’t care if he wasn’t perfect. Who the hel was? She certainly wasn’t, but for some reason, she had a deep-seated need for him to trust her.

Her tummy somersaulted when she remembered the way his breath felt against her lips. He’d only been a fraction of a second away from kissing her, and she’d ached for him to do so. When he’d been alerted by whatever it was that had distracted him, she’d almost cried out for him to return to her. She wanted to feel his mouth on her own, wanted to taste him, learn everything about what turned him on, wanted to please him. And oh how she’d wanted him to taste and learn her as wel for she was sure that Kish was a man that would know his way around a woman’s body.

Her instincts told her that he would bring her pleasure like she’d never experienced, pleasure like she’d never encounter again. She didn’t want to admit it, but the longer she was with him, the more sure she became that she’d found her soul mate.

She’d never thought it would happen to her, that she’d find the one man that would complete her, but with every passing moment, her heart knew she was meant to be with this man.

“I thought you didn’t believe in love at first sight, Georgia,” Georgia mumbled, and Lucy whined.

“Sorry, girl. I wasn’t talking to you.”

She nearly snorted. If he was, in fact, her soul mate, what made her think that he’d acknowledge it?

While she thought of herself as normal as the next person, didn’t give much thought to her blindness, she wasn’t under the ilusion that others didn’t view her as handicapped. She wondered if he thought she was less of a person because of her blindness, wondered if he looked at her with pity burning in his eyes. Eyes?

What color were his?

Green. They were green. How did she know that?

She had no answer, but she was positive it was the truth.

The main layout of Kish’s house was similar to the floor plan at Frank’s only on a much bigger scale.

She’d only just made it to the living room when the door opened, and the cold wind whipped inside around her legs and made her shiver.

“I thought I told you to stay in bedroom with the door locked,” Kish said.

“Sorry, but I’ve been this thing you might refer to as an adult for a while now, and I’m not good with people giving me orders,” she huffed with indignation.

“Feisty. I like that.”

She frowned. “Who’s that?”

“Name’s Brady. Had a nasty encounter with a trap in the woods. My leg is fu—um fudged up good.”

“Nice to meet you, Brady. I’m Georgia.”

“You didn’t tel me she was drop-dead gorgeous, Kish.”

“Probably because it’s not any of your damned business.”

“Okay. Okay. I get it. No worries here.”

Georgia listened to the exchange with amusement.

Why would Kish care if Brady found her attractive?

Was he jealous? She didn’t care for jealousy al that much, but for some reason, the thought of Kish being so over another man paying her a tiny bit of attention pleased her.

“Brady is going to be staying on the couch for a day or two until he’s healed enough to head home, or wherever it is he’s heading,” Kish said.

Georgia heard some scuffling then a loud thump folowed by a sigh. Most likely a sigh of relief from Brady after he plopped onto the couch.

“Do you have an open wound that needs attention, Brady?”

“You volunteering, little lady? Because I’d be more than happy to let you tend to my injuries any day.”

She started to smile, but it quickly died when she heard a low rumble that sounded like a growl. It definitely had not come from Lucy.

“Cut it out, Brady.” Kish’s voice was low, menacing, and made the hair on the back of Georgia’s neck stand on end.

“He’s only kidding with me, Kish. Right, Brady?”

“Of course.” Brady answered Georgia with a chuckle.

“Can you get some clean water and a rag, Kish?

Some bandages if you have them as wel?” Georgia worked her way around