Lycan Contempt, S. Yule [important books to read txt] 📗

Kish’s house, Georgia took Lucy to do her business while Kish showed Henry and Joey their room. A few minutes later, Kish was back outside with her.

“I hope you don’t take Henry and Joey the wrong way,” Georgia told Kish.

“I don’t. Besides, it’s obvious they love you, and that’s good enough for me.” He kissed her on the cheek. “By the way, they’re cooking dinner. I told them it wasn’t necessary, but they both insisted.”

“Sounds right. They want to try to repay you somehow for taking care of me and letting them stay the night. They realy are sweeties, Kish.”

“Georgia,”—he kissed her again on the cheek —“stop worrying about what I think of them. I told you, if they care about you, that’s good enough for me.”

“We need to talk.”

He captured her lips in a kiss that scorched her al the way to her toes. She was breathless by the time his mouth left hers, and she ached for more.

“Shouldn’t you cal the police or something about Wade?”

“No, I can’t. If we can at al avoid it, outside law enforcement can’t be brought into lycan affairs. We run the risk of being found out if we do. It’s very important to keep our species unknown to humans at al costs.”

She frowned. “I guess I can understand that, but you won’t hurt him, wil you?”

“If Brady’s sister is found alive and wel, I promise you that no harm wil come to Wade at my hands.”

“I have a lot of questions, Kish.”

“Later, sweetheart. We’l talk later.”

She nodded and walked back with him to the house. When they walked inside, the enticing aroma of cooking food tickled her nose. “Wow! Something smels delish.” She sniffed the air. “If I’m not mistaken, it’s Henry’s famous spaghetti.”

“Right on,” Henry said.

“I’m helping too,” Joey chimed in.

“Can I do anything to help?” she asked.

“Nope. Why don’t you two go relax? Shouldn’t take long. We’l let you know when it’s ready, “

Henry said.

Kish’s stomach growled and everyone laughed.

That was when she realized he must be as ravenous as she was because they hadn’t had a chance to eat since last night. Nearly twenty-four hours was way too long without food.

“I need to feed Lucy,” Georgia muttered.

“I’l do it, sweetheart. Go sit down and relax.”

Kish gently pushed her in the direction of the living room.

She’d just gotten comfortable on the cushy couch when he sat down beside her. She jumped.

“Sorry,” he muttered.

“Seriously. You are freaking me out with that.” She smiled.

“Can’t help it. I don’t try to be so quiet. Just comes natural.”

“I have a feeling a lot of things just come natural to you, Kish.” Her cheeks immediately burned with embarrassment. “I didn’t mean it . . . that way.” Her words trailed off.

He chuckled. “We’l find out exactly what comes naturaly to me later.”

Now was her turn to startle him. She hid a smile before she said her next words. “I don’t want to wait until later.”

He sucked in a sharp breath. “There isn’t enough time.”

“I know how long it takes Henry and Joey to cook spaghetti, and we have a good half hour. That’s plenty of time.”

He touched her cheek with his fingers. “Not for what I have in mind.”

“You can show me the shortened version for now.”

“You’re kiling me, Georgia.”

Shivers snaked down her spine. “Let’s go put you out of your misery. Shal we?”

The words had barely gotten passed her lips before he growled, puled her up and down the halway. He turned to the left at the end. His room.

She hadn’t been in it before. When he shut the door behind them, his scent hit her like an aphrodisiac. This man smeled better than anyone had the right to. His scent should be bottled.

He spun her around, picked her up, and pressed her back against the door. He stepped between her thighs and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He was already hard and rotated his hips. They both groaned in unison. His mouth came down hard on hers, demanding, taking . . . giving. She reached down between them and undid his jeans, slid her hand inside, and encircled him with her fingers.

He growled, dipped his head, and laved her nipple through the fabric of her shirt. She bucked against him and moaned.

“That feels so good, Kish,” she whispered.

He let her slide to the floor, undid her jeans, and pushed them along with her panties down around her ankles and off one foot. She heard the rustle of his jeans hit the floor before he picked her up and pressed her back against the door. This time when her legs came around his waist, there was nothing between them.

He was hard steel covered in velvet, and he ground against her, the friction on her clit nearly making her come. She resisted . . . barely. When she came, she wanted him inside her.

She pushed her hips against him, letting him know exactly what she wanted.

“Now, Kish. Now.”

He kissed her while positioning his cock at her opening. Just when his tongue delved deep into her mouth, he pushed into her. Her slick passage eased the way, but he was big and stretched her to the point of pain, though the discomfort was minor compared to the pleasure he gave her. With each inch he gained, her muscles clamped around him harder, trying to pul him deeper, trying to hurry the goal.

“Am I hurting you, sweetheart?” he whispered next to her ear. “You’re so damn snug.”

“No. You’re just big,” she choked out, trying to get the words past the building pressure of her oncoming orgasm.

He pushed another inch then another until he finaly slid home. She framed his face. The light sheen of sweat on his skin matched her own. Then she leaned in and gently sucked his bottom lip into her mouth. He growled, puled out until only the tip of him was inside her, then slammed home. The breath whooshed from her lungs and the building pressure honed deep in her tummy.