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

were out hunting. Did I mention that they love to torture things, people, everything they can get there hands on?”

She felt the anguish building in her chest at the awfulness she knew was coming. It was somewhat counteracted by the fact that she was giving him pleasure. He thrust against her harder and harder, and she let her hand glide over him as he pumped against her. The slick pre cum had oozed from the head of his cock and eased the passage through her tight grip.

She rested her head against his chest and panted with the excitement of knowing she could please this virile, predatory male.

“Go on, baby,” she said through clenched teeth while she held back her moans, not wanting to distract him in any way.

His thrusting increased in speed, and she knew it wouldn’t be long until he found his release. Pleasing him and him finaly confiding in her was a heady mix of euphoria she could not explain. She didn’t enjoy hearing about his pain, but her heart soared at the profoundness of this moment. He was entrusting her with information about his past, information she’d bet her life he hadn’t shared with another woman. And he was doing so while she brought him pleasure. It was a beautiful moment in time she’d never forget.

He growled, brought one hand up, and threaded his fingers through the hair at her nape while he held her tightly to him and continued pumping his hips against her hand.

“The adults had started a fire before they’d gone hunting. Long story short, the rogues thought it would be amusing to toss me into the fire and see how long it would take me to burn.”

She cried out in shock, and he grunted before his hips bucked and his hot seed spiled over her hand.

Before she could say a word, his mouth claimed hers again in a savage, searing, soul-stealing kiss that took the breath from her very lungs. By the time he stepped back, she thought she might pass out from lack of oxygen.

She felt him reach for something before he covered her hands with a cloth and cleaned them for her.

Afterward, he put his forehead against hers. “I need to make love to you so badly right now.” His hoarse whisper tore at her heart.

“I want that too, Kish, but we have to pick up Henry and Joey.”

“Can’t they wait for a day or two?”

She laughed. “As much as I’d like to say yes, I can’t. They’d be worried and completely furious with me. They are my best friends. I can’t do that to them.”

He sighed. “Okay. But tonight, after they go to bed, I’m having my wicked way with you.” He kissed her. His tongue slid inside her mouth and he lazily tasted her. “Are you a screamer, my little Georgia?”

She gasped. “No.”

“I guess that’s good in the way that you wouldn’t want your friends to know what we are doing tonight, but bad because I intend to prove you wrong. I intend to have you screaming my name over and over before the night is over.”

Heat rushed her cheeks. “Kish!”

“Georgia!”

He hungrily kissed her again before helping her down off the counter. Her tummy did flip-flops of anticipation the whole time she was getting ready. The anticipation didn’t let up during the long trip to town as she sat plastered against Kish, the heat of his big body radiating into her the whole way never letting her forget for a moment how much she wanted him.

Chapter Seventeen

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” Joey hugged Georgia after Kish helped her from the truck.

“Hey, hey. My turn already.” Henry playfuly pushed Joey away and took his turn hugging her.”

“I’m so sorry for leaving you stranded. I can’t tel you how horrible we both felt. If something would have happened to you—”

“I took care of her,” Kish said from behind her.

“Mmm. And who might this delightful hunk of man be?” Joey asked.

“Joey, Henry, this is Kish. Kish, Joey and Henry.”

Kish said hi from behind Georgia.

“The tal, dark, brooding type. Just like I like them.” Henry chuckled.

Kish grunted.

“Don’t mind Henry and Joey, Kish. They always say what is on their minds—sometimes annoyingly so.”

“Oh! And I thought you were our best friend,”

Joey huffed.

“Only a best friend would tel the truth even when it hurts.” Georgia laughed.

Soon al three of them were laughing, and she felt such relief at finaly seeing for herself that her friends were fine. She was sure that they were happy to see that she’d fared wel too.

“I checked with the sheriff, and he said the roads should be cleared enough for us to leave by tomorrow afternoon or next at the latest,” Henry told Georgia.

“Okay. Wel, if you two are ready, shal we get going?” Georgia said.

“Ready if you are. Does Lucy need to take a break before we go?” Joey asked.

“No. I took her out right before we left. She’l be okay until we get back,” Georgia answered.

She smiled when Kish took her hand and helped her back into the truck. She didn’t miss the low whistle exchanged between her two friends. She sighed. They’d be al over her about Kish later. While she normaly didn’t mind their brotherly inquisitions about the men she dated—however rare that may be —she didn’t want to discuss Kish with them. After al, she didn’t even have al of the answers where he was concerned yet.

What would happen when the roads were clear and they could leave? Would Kish ask her to visit sometime? Tel her it had been nice and he’d see her around? No. He said he loved her, and she believed him, but that didn’t change the fact that she lived four hours from him. Would he ask her to stay? What would she do if he did? So many questions with so little time to figure them out. Things had happened so fast her head was spinning with al of the possible outcomes.

Once they got back to