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

about the existence of lycans was not something done lightly. She’d never do anything that involved Kish’s secret without talking to him first.

“Hold on a minute, Henry.” She covered the mouthpiece with her hand. “Are we going to be able to get into town to get Henry and Joey today?”

“Yes. We can leave right away if you like. I’d prefer if you could convince them to stay at my place for at least another day or two to make sure the roads down are safe enough to travel on.”

She nodded. “Henry, we are coming to pick you and Joey up. I’l be ready to go in a half hour. Kish says we can al stay here until the roads are safe. I’l see you soon. Okay?”

“Okay. See you in a couple of hours.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.”

When she turned to thank Kish for his hospitality, the words were lost when his hard mouth came down on hers. Her hand went around his neck, and his traveled down and around to cup her ass. His tongue dove inside her mouth, and she moaned when his taste hit her. He eased her back until she came into contact with the kitchen counter where he promptly picked her up and deposited her.

His fingers glided up her sides then around to her breasts. She puled her hands from around his neck and used them to support herself on the counter as she leaned back. He slipped one hand under the hem of her shirt and groaned when he cupped one bare breast.

“You are so soft.” He flicked her peaked nipple.

“You are so responsive to my touch. And I can’t tel you how happy I am that you don’t have a bra on.”

She moaned as he roled the tip of her nipple between his fingers before gently plucking it then kneading her breast. She reached one hand in front of her and found his hard cock straining against denim.

“I don’t think I’m the only responsive one,” she said hoarsely.

He growled, pushed her shirt up, dipped his head, and sucked a nipple deep into his mouth. She cried out and curled her fingers through his short hair to hold him against her. Heat rushed and pooled low in her bely. The fury of want for this man tumbled tumultuously inside her, threatening to rip her to shreds if she didn’t have him inside her soon.

His hands trailed down to the tops of her thighs while his mouth, lips, and tongue continued assaulting her breasts and nipples in the most delicious way. His long fingers splayed across the insides of her knees and pushed her legs apart so he could step between them and drag her against him.

She rubbed against his hard cock, and even through the fabric of their clothes, the friction on her clit drove her insane with need. His mouth slammed down on hers once again, and he thrust against her in unison with the each stroke of his tongue. The pressure built inside her with each shove of his hips, and her fingers found his back where her nails dug into the hard muscles through his shirt. She had a nearly uncontrolable urge to rip it off him, but instead found the hem of the fabric and shoved her hands underneath.

His skin was smooth, flawless, and covered a beautifuly sculpted back. As she stroked him, she felt the edge of scars on his right side. Her heart stuttered. What had happened to him to cause scarring over so much of his body? She explored further and caressed the scars with care. How he must have suffered. She shivered, and he immediately straightened. The sudden retreat of his hands, body, and mouth made her want to cry out in frustration of the loss.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t do anything about them. I know they are ugly, but—”

“I don’t think they are ugly, Kish.”

“Impossible.”

“I wasn’t thinking they were ugly. I was upset at the thought of how much you must have suffered.

Scars are only the battle wounds of life.”

“If you say so,” he said.

“Tel me, if I were to have our child and got stretch marks, would you consider them ugly?”

He sucked in a sharp breath then cupped her face with his hands. “The only thing I would think about any marks that might be left on your body from having our child would be that they were beautiful.

Every time I saw them, I would be reminded of the wonderful gift you’d given me.”

“Then why is it so hard for you to believe that I only see your scars as a trial of your life that you survived? A trial that made you stronger, that helped carve you into the man you are today.”

“It’s not the same.”

“It’s exactly the same.” Silence greeted her, and she wondered if she’d ever be able to convince him that she didn’t think his scars were ugly. If anything, they were sexy as hel because they showed her how strong her man was. She sighed. “Tel me what happened?”

Silence. Maybe she would have to try a different tactic to get his attention. She reached out and found the top snap on his jeans. She puled it open then unzipped the zipper. The long breath that hissed between his lips told her that she’d definitely regained his attention. She groaned when she found his hard cock waiting to pop out unhindered by underwear.

He sprang out into her hand, and she gently squeezed him.

He growled—she loved it when he growled—and thrust against her. She stroked him slowly from base to tip, repeated the action before palming his bals, then started over. He leaned forward and placed his hands on the counter beside each of her legs while she continued her seduction.

“Tel me what happened, Kish,” she whispered before kissing his neck.

“I was young.” He grunted as he thrust against her.

She kissed his neck again and increased the pressure on his cock as she continued to stroke him.

“Rogues invaded our smal pack one night while the adults