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

the dog was now curled up on Georgia’s feet. He liked Lucy, and was happy that Georgia had had such a wonderful friend and companion, but he wanted to be that friend and companion now.

He loved Georgia. He trusted her as much as his heart would alow, but hoped that in time he’d overcome the demons of his past and alow her into his heart and soul one hundred percent. He had a feeling it wouldn’t take long for her to dig herself into those two places as she was halfway there already.

Hel, the way she’d kissed him in the shower? The scars hadn’t mattered to her. She’d run her fingers and delectable mouth over them as if they were something to be cherished instead of something repulsive. No woman had ever touched his scars as she had.

But what did he say to her now? Did he ask her to stay with him? She said she loved him, and he believed her, but that didn’t change the fact that they’d met two days ago. Would she leave her home, her friends behind to be with him? He would never ask her to turn her back on her life, but if she agreed to move in with him, circumstances for her would change dramaticaly. Henry and Joey and any other friends of hers would be welcome any time, but he didn’t actualy live in an easily accessible place.

How would she feel about his protectiveness toward her? He didn’t want to smother her, dictate her every move, but if she agreed to be his in every way, there were dangers, risks that he’d insist on taking certain precautionary measures against. He smothered a snort from escaping. Who the hel was he trying to kid? That was true now. She carried the main scent, and he wasn’t sure she understood fuly how much danger she was already in from rogues.

She’d been lucky up to this point, and he assumed that the reason she hadn’t been found by any of his kind had been because she’d most likely resided in a smal city. A place where she could easily maneuver and maintain her independence with Lucy’s aid.

Lycans didn’t often wander into cities, preferring wide-open places to cramped, over populated towns.

He hated the city, but if she refused to live with him, he’d folow her there to keep her safe. Hel, he’d folow her to the end of the earth if she asked. A foreboding shiver ran down his spine. Did she realize how much power she held over him? Did he realize how much power she held over him? Yes, he did, but he’d only just now acknowledged it at this moment in time.

The landline began ringing in the other room, and he quietly left and eased the door shut behind him so it didn’t wake Georgia up.

Ten minutes later, time to figure out what he was going to do about Georgia was cut short. John Kemp, the grocery store owner who had given a room to Henry and Joey to stay in while stranded in the storm, had caled to tel him the roads down the mountain had already been cleared.

John had warmed up to Kish several years ago when Kish had come across John’s bloodhound, Rick, caught in a trap in the woods behind the grocery store. Of course, Kish had had to come up with some excuse as to how he’d found Rick because he hadn’t be able to tel him he’d heard the hound whimpering. After al, he’d been a good mile into the woods. If it hadn’t been for his lycan hearing, the dog would have probably died within a day at the most.

Ever since that day, John had caled Kish before and after every snowstorm they had to report to him about road conditions. This was the first time Kish wished he hadn’t caled because then he could have insisted that Henry, Joey, and Georgia wait another day before heading down the mountain for home.

That extra day he thought he’d had to figure things out had been yanked out from under him.

He rubbed the back of his neck. He had to do something because he was not going to let Georgia simply walk out of his life. Maybe she wouldn’t do that anyway. Maybe you should ask her, dumbass.

The only problem about asking was that it would open up the emotional can of worms he wasn’t sure he wanted to deal with. Every time his emotions had gotten involved concerning a woman, he’d gotten burned.

Georgia isn’t like that. She’s not going to burn you. Words were easy to say, but so damned hard to believe at times. After setting up the coffeepot, he hit the button to brew then headed for the door. He needed to clear his head, and the best way to do that was to go for a run. He figured he’d check the shelter out and see if Wade had been picked up. Then he could reset the key code. He stripped off his clothes once he reached the garage and let the wolf come to the surface.

Georgia stretched and a smile curved her lips when the delicious aches in her body reminded her of al the things she and Kish had done only a few hours ago.

She reached for him, but only found a cold space beside her. She frowned, wishing she was stil curled up beside him. That was when she realized something heavy was on her feet. She wiggled her toes.

“Lucy. Is that you?”

Lucy answered with a soft woof and Georgia grinned again. She liked a man that didn’t have a problem with a dog in his bed. She nearly choked on the laughter that suddenly bubbled up her throat. Why should he mind? He was a wolf after al.

She sat up and clutched the blankets to her chest.

“Damn,” she muttered as she felt around. “Where are my clothes?”

Lucy jumped off the bed and nudged Georgia’s hand. When Georgia’s