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

Kish shot Brady another look of warning.

“I’d love to talk some more, Georgia, but I wouldn’t mind grabbing some sleep myself. I think my injury has taken a tol on me.” Brady shot one arrogant brow up at Kish.

“Oh! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to keep you awake.

Of course, you must be exhausted after what you’ve been through.” Georgia stood.

Kish fixed another deadly stare at Brady.

“No, I didn’t mean to be rude. You weren’t keeping me awake at al. I simply thought since Kish brought the matter up, I should go with it. Otherwise, I’d sit here al night and listen to your mesmerizing voice.”

Georgia blushed furiously and Kish felt rage paired with jealousy rip through his chest. Claws shot from his fingertips and he felt the slide of his canines through his gums. This time, Brady took his low, warning growl more seriously and shut the hel up before Kish ripped his fucking head off.

“I’l walk you to your room, Georgia,” Kish said.

“I can make it on my own.”

She was stil irritated with him, but that only made her sexier. The urge to take her to the ground and slide into her slick, hot body was nearly overwhelming. He took a calming breath and let his wolf retreat.

“I insist.” After his claws retracted, he took her hand in his and walked with her down the halway.

Once at her door, she turned to him. His heart thudded hard in his chest and his blood rushed his veins. So damn beautiful it hurt. He placed his index finger over her lips, halting the tongue-lashing she was no doubt gearing up to give him.

“I didn’t mean to seem bossy. I just know you’ve had a long day and must be tired. I wanted you to get some sleep tonight.”

No. Not realy. What he realy wanted was for her to stay up al night with him tangled between the sheets as he claimed her over and over, as she screamed his name until she lost her sexy, husky voice.

The anger suddenly drained from her and her rigid shoulders slumped. “Oh.”

He cupped her cheek with his unscarred hand and leaned toward her. “There was something I wanted to do earlier when we got interrupted.”

“What’s that?” Her breathy words whispered over his skin.

“I think you know, but I’l show you anyway.”

He took her lips before she could respond. He’d only meant to take a quick taste, but once her scent delicately drifted through him and her mouth softened under his, he was lost.

His tongue dipped between her lips and touched the tip of hers. She moaned, he growled, and walked her into the room until her back was flush against the wal. With little urging, her legs were wrapped around his waist, and he was nestled between her thighs. He tasted her, drew her into him until she became part of his soul. Never again would he be whole without her.

She looped her arms around his neck and tunneled her fingers through the short hairs at his nape. He growled louder when she arched against him, the tips of her nipples evident through their clothing.

“You are so sexy,” he breathed against her.

She gasped. “You aren’t so bad yourself.” She smiled.

He ached to rip the clothes from both their bodies.

He needed to see her naked, needed to see the desire for him burning in her eyes, the desire that matched his own. Her tongue retreated then ran delicately along his bottom lip, and he slid his hands around to her rear where he cupped each perfect globe of her ass and kneaded gently.

“You have the most delectable backside.” He gave her another gentle squeeze as if to prove his point.

“And here,”—he thrust against her—“you are so hot, so ready for me. I want to be inside you so bad it’s kiling me.”

She moaned again, and he took her mouth in another deep kiss. She tugged at his hair and arched against him while he tasted and ground his hips against her. The heat and scent of her desire were bringing the wolf to the surface, making him forget about everything else in the world but the two of them, right here, right now. But just as he reached to rid of her of shirt, her hands slid around and cupped his face. Her soft fingers ran over the smooth skin on the unscarred side, then the rough skin of the damaged side.

He grunted, stepped back, and barely kept her from hitting the floor ass first. He steadied her on her feet and quickly backed away.

“Kish? What’s wrong?”

Son of a bitch. Now she knew the horrible, disfigured man he was.

“Nothing. I have to go.”

“Kish, I—”

“Good night.”

Great going, Georgia. Now you’ve insulted the man. Regret ate away at the stil burning desire Kish had lit inside her. She hadn’t meant to touch his face, had known he was sensitive about it. It was true she yearned to know what he looked like, but she’d done it more out of habit than anything.

She laid her hand over her stil galoping heart.

Damn if he didn’t know how to kiss and touch her.

She’d thought she was going to go up in flames. She wanted Kish, and she was certain he wanted her.

He’d practicaly eaten her alive. Hel, she’d wanted him to. The heat of his hard body pressed against her, the way he’d held her against the wal as if she weighed nothing, the way his mouth tasted her . . .

She shuddered and traced her fingers along her lips.

They stil tingled from his kisses.

Now there will probably never be any more kisses. But why was he so sensitive about the scars on his face? True, she’d only gotten a quick feel, but the scars hadn’t seemed al that bad to her. Even if they had been, it would have made no difference to her. He was a stunningly gorgeous, sexy man.

She shrugged off her clothing and found an old Tshirt and some sweats