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

her muscles clenched around him, drawing him deeper. Her hips strained back of their own accord, her body instinctively reaching for what it craved, but he stiled her movement.

He leaned further over her and nibbled on her neck, then her ear, then captured her mouth in a possessive kiss. Their tongues tangled and she strained against him, but he easily held her stil. She moaned when he nipped her bottom lip then soothed the sting away with his tongue.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he growled deep.

Just as she was about to ask him what in the world he possibly had to be sorry for, his grip eased on her hips and he thrust hard. His cock squeezed through her tight sheath as her body both resisted and welcomed him. He swalowed the scream that tore from her throat and kissed her again. As he drank her cries, her body grew accustomed to the fulness of his cock, and she pushed her ass against him.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes. More than okay.” She pressed against him again and smiled when he growled.

“Easy.”

“I don’t want easy. I want you.”

She reached under her body and between her legs until she found his bals and cupped them before gently squeezing them.

He reared up and grasped her hips once again before easing out of her. Only the tip of his arousal remained inside her. Before she had time to protest, he slammed back home, stealing the breath from her lungs. The thick head of his cock plowed through her tightness, dragging over every nerve ending, igniting them to fiery life. The pleasure was so intense she thought she might explode or black out or both. Her muscles clenched around him, strangling his length.

When he’d taken her against the door earlier, she hadn’t thought he could fil her any fuler. She’d been wrong. While this position had caused her some brief pain, it was also now proving to give her pleasure that was so intense it threatened to tear her apart.

“Holy hel,” he grunted as he puled out and thrust deep again.

Pressure built inside her with every stroke of his magnificent cock, and tears pooled in her eyes from the sheer beauty and overpowering joy of the moment. This would be a memory forever stamped into her brain, a memory nothing, not even time, would have the power to take from her.

He leaned down over her without breaking the rhythm of his thrusts and bit down on her shoulder hard enough to hold her captive under him while he claimed her body, but gentle enough to not break her skin. She wilingly submitted to his predatory dominance and reveled in the pleasure he was giving her with each stroke of his body.

Each surge of his hips, each drive of his cock drove her closer to orgasm. Every cel in her body hummed with energy, every nerve ending sparked with joy. She was about to fal over into the abyss of mind-numbing ecstasy. But this time, she wanted Kish to fal with her.

“Kish,” she gasped.

He puled out and thrust home.

“Come with me. Please,” she begged. “I can’t.”

Thrust. “Wait.” Thrust. “Any longer.”

A low growl vibrated against her shoulder where his teeth were stil clamped. The sound made the hairs stand up on the back of her neck, made something deep inside her respond to the predator in him, and she tumbled over the cliff headfirst.

She cried out against the blanket, the thickness muffling the sound, and he immediately released her shoulder, reared up, slammed home once again, and grunted as his seed shot hot spurts inside her while her muscles clenched and unclenched around him in release.

Four more thrusts and the waves of her orgasm crested and began to ebb. One last thrust and he colapsed beside her before puling her against him.

She snuggled against his chest, the hairs tickling her nose. He slung one leg over her thighs as if to make sure she couldn’t go anywhere, and she smiled. As if she could even walk now since her bones felt as if they had melted away.

He kissed her forehead. “That was incredible.”

“It was better than incredible,” she mumbled drowsily. “It was,” she yawned, “epic.”

“Yes. It was. Good night, sweetheart.” He kissed her on the head again, and she could feel his smile against her skin.

“Night.”

Chapter Twenty

Kish stared down at Georgia. His heart thumped hard, and he ached to claim her. When they’d made love, it had been exactly how she’d put it. Epic. But the wolf in him wanted more, wanted to mark her as his for always, wanted to imprint on her so that everyone would know she belonged to him and only him.

When he’d taken her from behind, her inner muscles clamping around him so hard they’d nearly strangled him, it had taken every ounce of wilpower he possessed to keep from biting through the delicate flesh on her shoulder. He wanted to change her, wanted to bind her to his side forever, but he’d never force it upon anyone, much less someone he loved, without consent.

God, how he wanted to run with her wolf in the forest. She’d make a beautiful lycan, and she’d have her sight. He wanted to give her that more than anything. He yearned to watch her face as she discovered each and every thing with her eyes for the first time. But would she ever alow him to change her?

When he’d revealed his wolf to her in the bathroom, he hadn’t missed the hesitation that had danced over her features. Nor did he miss the fear.

He was confident that the fear had fled quickly, and had been relieved when she’d touched him. Hel, she’d done more than touch him with those magical fingers of hers. When she’d stroked his fur, he’d wanted to walow against her like a pup.

Since he’d awoken, he’d been struggling with his inner conflict, trying to figure out what to do from here. He’d brought some clean clothes along with Lucy into the bedroom earlier, and