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

nape and trailed down to her colarbone then finaly came to rest on her breast.

He kissed a path along her jaw and nibbled at her earlobe while he began toying with the nipple that had puckered into a peak and poked against the fabric of her shirt.

“I want to be inside you so much, Georgia. I’ve waited for you my entire life. I need you.”

“Oh yes, Kish! Yes! Yes!”

Heat flooded her body as his mouth returned to hers. He demanded everything and gave everything in return. He nipped, sucked, and soothed her with his teeth and tongue. He roled her nipple gently between his fingers then kneaded her breast. She moaned into his mouth, and low grumbles came from his chest in answer.

She stroked her hand down his chest, over his abdomen where she stopped to admire his six-pack before coming to rest on his cock. She sucked in a sharp breath when she felt the sheer size of it straining against his jeans. How would he ever fit? He was huge everywhere.

He gently pushed her backward until her thighs bumped the mattress and they both tumbled down onto the bed. He was careful to keep most of his weight from crushing her. His large frame covered her, engulfed her, but only made her feel safe. There was no intimidation in his actions. She was confident that if she gave him so much as a tiny push of the hand, he’d back off. But him backing off was the last thing on her mind. She roled her hips up and wrapped her legs around his lean waist.

“I haven’t done this in a long time, Kish.”

“Good,” he whispered as his fingers dove under her sweats then her panties and stroked a path of fire over her clit.

She gasped. “I meant . . .” She moaned as his finger slid over her again. “I might not . . .” She bucked as he breached her and thrust deep through her wet heat. “Be very good at this.”

He stopped. Right there with two fingers buried inside her, he stopped. “You have already brought me more pleasure than I’ve ever known. If you were any better, you’d kil me.”

Then he puled his fingers from her slow before sliding home again.

“Kish! That feels so good.”

She reached for his cock again, and when she touched him, he ground against her hand and quickened the stroking of his fingers. In and out, in and out. His thumb rubbed over her clit with every third stroke. Pressure built inside her and she was torn between wanting to cry or scream with joy. But just as she thought she couldn’t take any more, she flew apart under his clever hand.

He drank her cries and relentlessly stroked her through each spasm of her release until tears spiled over her cheeks.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No,” she whispered. “That was incredible. You are incredible.”

He kissed her slowly. “I’m only getting started.”

Suddenly, he froze.

“What is it? Did I do something, Kish?”

“Shh.”

She waited for him to say something, holding her breath until he finaly did.

“Get dressed.” He scrambled off of her.

“What’s wrong?”

“Please, Georgia. Just do as I say. There wil be time for explanations later. Hurry, sweetheart.”

Chapter Fourteen

Brady was looking out the window of the front door when Kish came into the living room.

“You see them?”

“No.”

“I need you to get Georgia to safety,” Kish told Brady.

“I can help you.”

“No. You’re stil injured. I’ve only scented two.

Believe me, I’m more than capable of taking care of two rogues who think they’re bigger than their britches. I need to know she’s safe.”

Brady nodded. “What do you want me to do?”

He didn’t want to entrust Georgia to Brady. He could take her to the shelter himself, but he’d risk a run-in with one of the rogues while with her. He couldn’t take that kind of risk with her. If he sent Brady to the shelter with her, he was confident he could distract the rogues long enough for him to get her to safety.

As Kish started giving Brady directions, Georgia entered the living room with Lucy.

“Take her out the side door and head north on the path. About three quarters of a mile you’l run into a falen tree that lays over the trail.”

“Why can’t I stay here, Kish? I don’t want to leave.” Georgia’s voice wobbled.

He sighed, went to her, and puled her against him where he kissed her on top of her silky head. “It’s not safe here, sweetheart. They may be able to get to you here. The shelter is bombproof. Nothing gets in or out unless the door is opened with the code that only I know. There is no possible way they can harm you in there.”

“Who, Kish? Who can’t harm me there?”

“Rogue lycan. Look, I know you are scared, but we don’t have a lot of time. Trust me, and let me take care of you. Let me make sure you are safe.” He squeezed her to him and whispered in her ear. “I need to know you are okay. If one of them were to get to you, I’d go crazy.”

“I do trust you, Kish. But after this, you and I need to have a serious talk.”

“Sweetheart, I’l promise you anything at the moment if you’l just do what I ask.”

“Okay.”

“You have to leave Lucy here.”

“But—”

“You said you trusted me, right?”

She nodded.

“If you take her, they wil be able to track you better. They wil be able to hone in on two scents better than one. Three scents would make it even easier. I swear to you that I won’t let anything happen to her.”

Tears streamed down Georgia’s cheeks. “Go with Kish, Lucy,” she choked out.

Lucy immediately obeyed. He kissed her on the head again then turned back to Brady. “Once you reach the falen tree, backtrack exactly ten and a half feet. To your left wil be a tree with a split trunk.

Exactly thirty feet behind it there is a steep incline. At the bottom of the incline you