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

Kish was heartbreaking. She didn’t want to spend the rest of her life without him. She’d known him for such a short amount of time, yet it felt like a lifetime. Was that how it worked when fate intervened and sent you your soul mate? She couldn’t deny her attraction to him, the way her body responded to him, the way her heart fluttered in joy for him.

The logical side of her brain told her that the chemistry between them would wear off, but her heart, her soul, knew the truth. Kish was made for her, as she had been for him. She’d never believed she could feel a connection this strong for someone until it had actualy happened. Yet there were so many things that could potentialy keep them apart.

She snorted. “You mean the fact that he’s a lycan?”

It would take her some time to accept the fact that he was a werewolf. Her mind, once again, fought against the idea that things such as lycans existed. At times, she expected to wake up and find that this was al a dream. But it wasn’t, and she would figure out a way to understand it, to embrace it. If she didn’t, there would be no hope for her and Kish.

She would take this one step at a time. She’d work on the acceptance and understanding first.

Those two things would have to be resolved before she could come close to contemplating the next step.

Becoming what Kish was. She shut the door on that subject as soon as it had entered her mind. The thought of it terrified her, but she was certain it was because she hadn’t a clue about lycans or what being one entailed.

She swung around when the click of the door alerted her to someone’s presence. Her heart beat in frantic jumps of anticipation. “Who’s there?”

When big, familiar arms came around her, she flung herself against him. “Kish!”

He chuckled. “I’m happy to see you too, sweetheart.”

He dipped his head down and took her lips in a kiss that ended too soon, a kiss that made her long for more.

An unfamiliar scent hit her and she frowned.

“Who’s with you?”

“Brady, and something else we found in the woods.”

“The name’s Wade.”

“Don’t talk to her. You aren’t good enough to do so,” Brady’s voice came in a menacingly hushed tone.

“What happened? Is everything okay now?”

“Wade is going to stay here until Brady finds his sister. If she’s okay, I’m going to make arrangements to get him some help.”

“Is he hurt?”

“Yeah, but not in the way you think. His problems are al mental at this point.”

“Oh.” She frowned. “Why don’t you help Brady find his sister? I’l be okay.”

“No. I’m not leaving you at the house by yourself until I know this mess is cleaned up.” Kish cupped her cheek and stroked his thumb over her skin.

“Come on. I’m taking you home.”

“Oh. You’re taking me back to Henry and Joey then?”

“No, I meant I’m taking you home to my house.”

Kish bent and brushed his lips over hers. “My home is your home.”

She smiled and hugged him to her. She squeaked in alarm when he scooped her up. “Kish!”

“The snow is stil deep, sweetheart. I’m carrying you.”

She wanted to argue, but the warmth of his chest as she pressed against him halted her tongue. Maybe being carried wasn’t such a bad idea after al.

“I want to know as soon as you find your sister,”

Kish caled over his shoulder after taking a few steps.

“Wil do,” Brady answered.

“Thank you for helping Kish, Brady,” Georgia said.

“Don’t thank me. I don’t deserve it after what I almost did,” he muttered in response.

She didn’t agree, but thought it a good idea to keep that opinion to herself at the moment. Emotions were stil too raw for that particular conversation.

She sighed as she snuggled against Kish. Brady folowed them out, and the beep of the key code told her Wade had been effectively imprisoned. While she thought that caling the police to deal with Wade would be a good idea, she was pretty sure that wasn’t an option in this situation. She’d ask Kish about it later.

“I’l take care of Mike,” Brady murmured.

“No, I’l take care of him later,” Kish said.

“Mike?” she asked somewhat dazedly as she felt herself drifting to sleep pressed against Kish’s warmth.

“Nothing for you to worry about, sweetheart.”

That was the last thing she remembered before faling asleep.

“Wake up, sweetheart.”

Georgia slowly came out of a deep sleep. She was stil groggy and stretched. When she did so, her hand encountered Kish’s chest, and her toes, Lucy.

“Hi, you two. I don’t remember much after leaving the shelter. I must have falen asleep on you.” She smiled. She was in a nice, soft bed.

“Your friend is on the phone. Henry, I think. He’d like to talk to you.”

“What time is it?”

“About noon,” Kish said.

His fingers came to her face and gently stroked her cheek. She leaned into the caress, relishing the feel of his warm skin.

“Oh! Noon. Henry and Joey must be worried out of their minds. I told them I’d cal them this morning.”

She pushed the covers off and scurried to get out of bed, but her foot got tangled in the sheets. She careened toward the floor, but was caught by strong hands.

“Careful,” Kish whispered next to her ear.

Shivers slid deliciously down her spine. His breath was warm against her lobe and she ached to kiss him.

He helped her to her feet and she made her way to the living room to take the phone cal.

“Hi, Henry.”

“Hi, Henry? Georgia, we were worried sick about you. You said you’d cal this morning.”

Joey was muttering something in the background about people who were never on time, but she ignored him.

“I’m sorry. Some things have come up here, though, and I got sidetracked.” She wished she’d had some time to come up with a story that was close to the truth that she could tel her friends.

While she hadn’t asked Kish, she was certain that teling others