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

the worry in him at her decision, probably because he was afraid she’d regret it. But at the same time, she’d felt his happiness that she would soon be like him. She knew he held back to some degree when they made love because he was afraid of hurting her. After she changed, he wouldn’t have to worry about that. She would no longer be a delicate human. She’d be stronger, faster.

She’d live longer, which was something she was immensely relieved about. Not because she feared death, but because she’d have so much more time with Kish. She’d finaly gotten Kish to confess how old he was. He’d warned her that his answer would take some time to fuly sink in. He was an ancient after al. He’d been around for decades. And when he explained that while lycans were not immortal, they had extremely long life spans. It wasn’t uncommon for his species to live for several hundreds of years.

Yes, it had been hard for her to wrap her mind around that, but once she had, it only made her happier. To find your soul mate was one thing, but to have the chance to live several lives with them was priceless.

She was also now aware of the danger she may be in from any rogues that got close enough to smel her scent, and how lucky she’d been to have never been found. But the one thing that bothered her most about the change was not the pain, not the fact that she’d become a lycan, not the fact that her whole life was about to change, but that her eyesight would most likely be restored.

She’d dreamed about being able to see Kish’s face, but now that it might actualy become reality, it scared the hel out of her. Not because she was worried she wouldn’t find Kish attractive, but because she’d never had her sight. And although she wanted her sight, it was a frightening and awing concept.

On one hand, she wanted her sight, but on the other, she was unsure of the unknown. The thought of looking into Kish’s green eyes—he’d confirmed the color for her—was what kept her nerves in check.

“You know when some people have been fortunate enough to gain their sight from surgery after years of being blind, they haven’t been able to cope.”

He put his arm around her and puled her close to him. “You wil cope just fine. I wil help you. You wil love your sight. We’l take it slow. I’m with you, okay? I won’t let anything happen to you. We’l get through this together.”

“I know.” She frowned. “I can’t help but worry.

I’m trying not to.”

“If anyone has a reason to worry, it’s me,” he muttered.

She suddenly felt foolish for her worries. She was getting a gift, and he was right, she’d cherish it, she’d embrace it, and her life would be richer with her sight.

He, on the other hand, was obviously worried about her seeing him, or more accurately, his scars, for the first time.”

She reached up and cupped the right side of his face. “Nothing wil change between us. I think you are gorgeous with or without my sight.”

He sighed. “We’l see.”

“Yes, we wil. And then you can apologize to me for doubting me al this time.”

He kissed her long and lazy. “I don’t mean to doubt you.”

“I know.”

He’d come a long way. They’d come a long way.

She couldn’t wait to show him she’d never see him as anything other than the sexy man he had always been —he always would be—to her.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He blew out an exasperated breath. “This is an extraordinary thing that is about to happen to you, and I’m ruining it with my insecurities. I do trust you, you know?”

“I know that too. Even if you don’t at times.” She smiled. “I don’t—” Suddenly, pain shot through her abdomen. “Oh!” She grabbed her stomach.

He puled her onto his lap, her back to his chest, and pressed his mouth to her ear. “Breathe, sweetheart. Just breathe through it.”

“I can’t! Oh God! It hurts so bad. It feels like there are hot pokers in my stomach. Kissshh!”

“Listen to me,” he said a bit more forcefuly. “Do as I say and it wil ease the shift for you.”

She nodded. “I’l try,” she groaned as tears ran down her cheeks.

“Listen to my voice. Feel my body against yours.

Take comfort from me, sweetheart.”

She panted uncontrolably as the hot pokers in her stomach grew in intensity then faded then grew time and again. Her skin began itching, and tiny needles felt as if they were protruding through every pore of her skin. She focused on Kish, his body, his heartbeat, his voice, the best she could. It did help the pain to some extent, but not enough to keep her from writhing in agony.

Sweat beaded her brow, and Kish whispered to her to breathe. She tried, but every bone, every muscle, every cel in her body contracted and then retracted then contracted over and over. She thought she might pass out, throw up, or both when suddenly, she was on the ground. The first thing she noticed was that the pain was gone, and in it’s wake was a dul throb, a reminder of the agony she’d just experienced. The second thing she noticed was that she could see.

She fel sideways, unused to the strange phenomenon of sight. Her balance was off, and even though it was nighttime, the different movements of al the strange things she was seeing for the first time overwhelmed her senses.

“Close your eyes, sweetheart. Just for a moment.”

Kish’s voice was soothing inside her mind, and she did what he asked. Fur rubbed against her body, and she was instantly aware that Kish had shifted with her. Even in wolf form, he was much larger than she was.

“Now that you know it’s me, look at me.”

She slowly opened her eyes and focused on Kish.

So that’s what a wolf looked like. Her balance was