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

I thought I’d loved these women who’d proved to be nothing but shalow in the end. But I’ve realized I felt the way I did mostly from my pride taking a beating. You? Wel, little Georgia, you have the power to completely destroy me if you reject me. I can’t open myself up to that.”

Tears spiled over her cheeks. “I understand why you’d have a hard time trusting me after what you’ve been through, but the key lies in what you just told me, Kish.”

He turned around slowly, and she laid her palms against his chest.

“What do you mean?”

“You said that the biggest reason you were hurt by the others was because of your pride being stepped on, not because you were in love with them. I can only assume that you cared for each of these women in some way if you had a relationship with them, but it sounds as if it wasn’t your heart that took the beating.

If you’ve come to realize that then why can’t you see me? That someone who realy loves you—loves you for you, not for your name or money or looks—I don’t care about your scars now, and I wil never care about them. I love you, not your looks.”

He grunted.

“Although, I won’t lie. I think you are pretty dang sexy.” Georgia chuckled.

“Sweetheart, my sexiness pales in comparison to your radiant beauty. You are an amazing woman.”

She sighed.

“What?”

“You know, you aren’t the only one with doubts and fears. I have them as wel.”

“You? But why?” Kish asked.

“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m blind. Most men, hel, most people, don’t want to deal with that.”

“That doesn’t matter to me. Besides, I can fix that.”

She took a step back from him. “But what if I don’t want you to fix it? Or what if I chose for you to fix it and for some reason it didn’t work? I can’t imagine a man of your caliber would even give a second glance at a woman like me.”

He stepped closer again and took her hands in his.

“You’re pissing me off now. Don’t say that. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever set eyes upon.

And whether you remained blind forever or not would not matter one bit to me. Wel, that’s not completely true. The only way it matters to me is because I wish you could experience al the things I do, as I do. But as far as me not wanting to deal with it, as you put it? There is nothing to deal with. You are a self-sufficient woman who can obviously take care of herself. I don’t see you as a burden or a bother.”

“I don’t know if I believe that one hundred percent.”

“I said I would never lie to you, sweetheart.”

“It’s just that if you realy are a wer—lycan, you are a predator, and predators depend upon their senses. Al of them. I can’t see how you wouldn’t view me as inferior.”

“Stop it.” He gave her hands a gentle shake. “I don’t view you as inferior. Yes, I would worry about you more under certain circumstances, but I wil always protect you whether you can see or not. Your blindness means nothing to me one way or another.

The only way it matters to me is if it bothers you because I would be unhappy if you were upset about anything.”

She smiled, launched herself against him, and squeezed him tight. “That’s the way I feel about your scars, Kish. They only bother me because they seem to bother you. I don’t want you to be in pain.”

He cupped her cheek in his palm. “I’m sorry it’s so difficult for me to believe that someone as caring, as genuine, as kind, as selfless as you exists.”

“Can’t you find it in your heart to give me a chance to prove I’m real? To prove I would never turn my back on you because of your scars?”

“I’l try, Georgia, but I won’t promise anything. I do love you. You are my mate, and I’m sorry I’ve let my past get in the way of that.”

“Don’t be sorry for your past, Kish. It’s what made you, you. And I think you are incredible.” She frowned. “Do you think you might tel me how you got your scars one day?”

“Maybe. Right now what I’d realy like to do is kiss you, if you don’t mind?”

“I would like that very much.”

He bent his head and brushed her lips. “You are so tiny.”

“I think you are big.” She giggled.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered.

“I don’t break easily. Let’s find out how tough I am, huh?”

He growled and took her mouth in a possessive kiss that sent pulses of pleasure through her body straight to her lower bely. His mouth was magical.

Until this moment, she’d never understood exactly what that song about a magic man meant. Now it was crystal clear to her.

One hand slid around to her nape and the other slid down and around to cup one cheek of her butt.

She moaned as his tongue dipped into her mouth and tangled with her own. She pushed her fingers up and through his short hair where she tangled them in the thick mass as wel as she could. She tugged him closer and the kiss deepened. He stole the breath from her lungs, and she happily gave it to him. His taste was intoxicating.

How was it that this man could bring out such intense feelings in her after only knowing him for such a short time? She’d dated other men for months and had never felt this kind of abandonment, this kind of connection, this kind of raw, sexual need. But until she’d met Kish, she’d never believed in love at first sight either. She did now. If fate had indeed marked her to be Kish’s mate, who was she to argue, because at this moment in time, it sure felt as if Mother Nature knew exactly what she’d been doing.

His long fingers left her