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

Nonsense! You could do it. Yeah. She probably could, but she’d be lying if she didn’t admit the prospect frightened her. Then the answer came as clearly as a cloud free spring day. She would live here with Kish if he wanted her to. She’d go anywhere with him.

“You aren’t hearing me.”

“Al I hear is blah, blah, blah, and a lot of bul shit, insecurity, and excuses.”

A low rumble that sounded much like the growl Kish said was him clearing his throat earlier resonated easily down the halway to her ears. No mistaken this time. It was definitely a growl, and it wasn’t a growl of frustration. It was a growl much like a predator would make when cornered.

“Look, man, I’m teling you. I’ve been around a lot of women. A lot. And Georgia is not shalow. She’s blind. Don’t you think that’s had an impact on any discriminatory urges she might have felt? She’s not going to fault someone for their handicaps. She’d be damning herself if she did.”

“Brady, I think you and I live in reality most of the time. And in human reality, lycans and shape-shifters do not exist other than in Holywood and fiction. Even if she could live with my scars, how in the hel would I get her past the werewolf part, and the fact that I’d want to make her one? She’s naive and innocent and beautiful. I don’t want to be responsible for rattling her cage possibly hard enough to permanently dislodge a few marbles.”

Georgia couldn’t stifle the gasp this time, and by the time she covered her mouth, everything had gone silent.

“Son of a bitch.” Kish’s voice came from the end of the halway now while his steps came closer to her room.

She backed away from the door. He had to be crazy. Werewolves? Shape-shifters? Lycans? Scars she could live with, but crazy assed delusions were something else altogether.

“Georgia?” Kish’s voice was quiet.

He was standing at her door, and she froze. She wasn’t exactly scared of him. Even though she’d just realized he most likely had a few screws loose— Brady too for that matter—she knew he wouldn’t hurt her. Stil, she was frightened.

“Go away, Kish.”

He took a few steps closer and stopped.

“I don’t know what kind of cult or religion or whatever the hel it is you are tangled up in, but I don’t want to hear any more. I can’t deal with something like this right now.”

“Georgia? Do you have any feelings for me at al?”

Her heart thudded painfuly in her chest. She loved him, but what did it matter now? She could never be a part of his life of fantasy. She gulped back a sob and jumped when his hand cupped her cheek gently.

Damn, the man could move quietly when he wanted.

“Kish, I can’t get involved in this.”

“Please just answer me.”

“Yes. I do, Kish. I have feelings for you. And just so you know, I don’t give one rat’s ass about your scars, but the other thing? That scares the living hel right out of me.”

His thumb stroked slowly back and forth. His rougher skin felt delicious against her face, and she fought the urge to lean into him.

“How much did you hear?”

“Pretty much al of it. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. I just couldn’t help my—”

“Shhh. It’s okay. I suppose you would find out one way or another at some point in time. I would have preferred to tel you in a different way.”

“No.”

“Yes. I’m not trying to scare you, sweetheart, I swear, but what you heard is the truth.”

Sweetheart. He’d caled her sweetheart, and she liked it. Don’t forget he’s freaking crazy.

“You are seriously going to stand here and try to convince me that you are a werewolf?”

“I could prove it if that would make you feel better.”

“Feel better? Nothing about this is making me feel better. This cannot be happening.” She squeezed her arms around her middle and began to pace. “Why are you doing this?”

“I’m not doing anything, Georgia. I cannot help who I am or what I am for that matter. I didn’t ask to be a lycan. I was born that way just like you were born without your sight.”

Then she remembered something else he’d said while talking to Brady. “And you can give me my sight?”

“Yes, I believe I can. If I changed you, your sight would be restored. There is a tiny, minute possibility that the change would fail to give you your sight back, but I know how strong you are, and I’m confident it would work.”

“So the only thing I’d have to do to get my sight back is agree to become some monster that goes balistic at every ful moon?” She snorted. “Sure. It’s a dream come true.”

He sucked in a sharp breath, and she silently cursed herself. She’d just caled him a monster, and he might be many things, but a monster he was not.

“I didn’t mean that you—”

“Don’t worry about it. I thought you were different.”

“Kish?”

But he didn’t answer her. He was gone. Damn it, she’d flubbed that up royaly. But what the hel was she supposed say? He wanted her to believe that he was a freaking werewolf. She sat on the edge of the bed and picked at her nails. A bad habit she’d picked up years ago when she was upset or nervous.

He had growled. She snorted. That didn’t mean anything. Anyone could do that. She tried hard to convince herself of that anyway even though she was pretty sure she’d never heard anyone make a growl like Kish. The growl had sounded far from human.

Maybe it had simply been something strange he’d always been able to do. People al over the world had weird things they could do that others could not.

Then something else crept into her mind. His scent.

The hint of wildness that she’d not been able to place.

Could there be some truth to what he’d said? No!

No! No! She was not going