Lycan Heat, S. Yule [best selling autobiographies TXT] 📗

Her feminine movements were an unintentional seduction. They came natural to her and made him think of long, sweaty nights, silk sheets and the sound of her voice crying out his name over and over as he filled her, claimed her, gave her pleasure.

She sat next to him, careful to keep some distance between them, as if she could escape if need be. He’d give her that small measure of comfort, no matter how misguided it may be.

His cock twitched again when he saw the perfectly painted red toenails that peeked out from under the bottom of her sweats. Holy hell. He’d had women over the years, but not one of them had come close to driving his body to the brink of desire that now stirred in him. And all because of her dainty toes.

“Why are you watching me like that?” She looked around the cave once more before settling her gaze on him.

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. Just intense or something.” Her voice trailed off.

“You’re beautiful.”

His body flamed hotter when he saw the lovely shade of red that stained her cheeks.

She was embarrassed by his compliment. She was so young, so innocent. She deserved much better than him. He’d grown to be a hard man over the years, and she shouldn’t have been destined for him. He was not gentle or romantic. He’d never hurt her, but he was a man of experience and had grown weary of all the feuds and fighting amongst his kind.

Yet, he’d do his best to make her happy and to treat her with the respect and tenderness she deserved. Would it be enough? Where she was soft, he was rough. Where she was gentle, he was a warrior. Where she was innocent, he’d seen the selfish, deprived acts of 20

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others that were carried out for the simple pleasure of hurting others. Why would fate bring someone like her into his world?

But he knew the answer to that. She was the light that would show him the way to his redemption. She was the only one that could save his damaged soul, make him whole once again. Simply sitting here by her soothed him, calmed him, put him at peace. And the turmoil she would cause inside him when he finally touched her would be ecstatic turmoil born of desire, not of anger or regret at the monsters his race was slowly becoming.

“No. I’m not, but thank you.” She reached out tentatively and scraped shaking fingers through his hair as if silently thanking him for his compliment.

White-hot lightning shot to his groin when she touched him. Her fingers were like magic on him. He closed his eyes for a moment, reveling in her touch, and slowly opened them as her hand fell away from him, as if in slow motion, to her side.

She studied him. Her eyes dropped down his body as she perused him from head to toe, and when her eyes settled on his groin, his erection jerked in reaction. Her cheeks flamed bright red, and her full lips formed a small “o.”

“You’re so big. I mean, you’re body is…” She hid her face in her hands in embarrassment. “I didn’t mean, oh! Just forget it.”

Her innocence was endearing to him, and he couldn’t wait to show her how they could appreciate each other’s bodies without embarrassment. He reached out and pulled her hand to him, placing it flat against his chest and then covering it with his own, the action done without thought. She gasped when she came into contact with him and electricity sparked between them.

“Don’t ever be ashamed to tell me anything. You can always be yourself with me.” He gave her hand a gentle squeeze of reassurance when it trembled against him.

“I don’t know you.”

“Yes, you do.”

She shook her head in denial and he gave her hand another squeeze.

“Close your eyes.” He didn’t think she’d do as he asked, but after a few moments, her lids fluttered shut, and her dark, amber lashes rested against her pale skin.

He scooted closer to her, and her breath hitched. He kept her hand firmly over his beating heart. When he reached out and lightly stroked her cheek with the pad of his thumb, he barely kept a groan from escaping.

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“Can you not feel the fire that burns between us, Sherry? Can you not feel how my heart beats for you under your fingertips? You and I are kindred spirits.”

He couldn’t resist any longer and leaned in toward the slim column of her throat. He breathed her scent deep before his lips gently grazed her skin. She jumped, but didn’t pul away from him, and he cupped her nape with his free hand to coax her against his mouth.

As he continued to kiss her neck, her taut body began to relax and she melted into him.

He kissed a trail along her jaw line and to the corner of her mouth. Every instinct screamed at him to claim her, but he held on to control by a mere thread.

“Can I kiss you?” His voice shook with desperation.

Her eyes opened, and the passion that burned in their depths scorched him, matched his own desire. The slight nod of her head was all the response he needed, and unwilling to allow her the time to change her mind, his mouth crashed down on hers. A low growl clawed its way from his chest, and she moaned in response. She tasted like the sweetest honey, the forbidden apple in the Garden of Eden. She tasted like…his.

When she moaned again, he