Lycan It S. Yule (classic reads .txt) 📖

Brent snickered. “Damn, kid, and here I was thinking you were smart.

What the hell do you expect? She’s human. Up until a few days ago, she had no idea we even existed. She’s been through a lot, Raze. You need to cut her some slack.”

“You should be on your knees thanking God that he led her to you, and instead, you’re worried about her trusting you when she’s probably scared shitless? Don’t be a fucking martyr, because that’s what you’ll be if you don’t fight for her. You’ll die little by little inside without her. She’s the only salvation, the only light to the darkness you’ve endured that you will ever be offered.” Anthony watched Raze with sparkling green eyes.

Maybe they were right. Maybe he’d gotten a little carried away a little too soon with the trust thing. Raze sighed.

“Is Damon a skilled hunter and fighter?” Brent picked up a bottle of water sitting in front of him, unscrewed the cap and took a long sip.

“He’s good, but he’s more cocky than anything. Damon has a big ego, and he’s easily fooled when someone declares their obedience to him, even if it is an act. That’s how I escaped, by acting like his superiority and intelligence was something I should have never questioned. Although, I can’t promise he won’t be a little wiser now that I screwed him.” Raze smiled when he remembered how he’d nearly plowed Damon over with the Jeep at the rest stop.

“Then there is absolutely no doubt that he will come for you?” Anthony asked.

“None.”

“So be it. We’ve only recently opened the sanctuary, and you are our first guest, but we do have several young lycans coming in next week. For now, it is you, Anthony and me. Our mates, Rindy and Karen, are also here, and while I don’t want them involved, they can protect Janine while we take care 59

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of Damon and anyone else who is stupid enough to come with him.” Brent glanced at Anthony and waited until he nodded in agreement.

“You should be safe enough at the cabin. Brent and I will patrol the area in shifts, and at the first sign of trouble, we’ll move Janine here with Karen and Rindy. This place has a Fort Knox security system, and once it’s activated, no one will get in unless they are let in.” Anthony walked to the front door. “We’ll get this problem taken care of.”

“Thank you for your help.” Raze was glad he’d heard about this place.

There was no way he’d ever be able to protect Janine like this on his own.

Raze left the cabin a few moments later and made his way back to where he and Janine were staying. He walked quietly, and sniffed the air as he went, on alert for any sign of Damon or the other pack members. When he walked in the front door, the lights were out, and the place was quiet. He went down the hall and peeked into the bedroom, and is breath hitched in his throat.

Janine lay sprawled across the bed, the sheet barely covering her naked curves, fast asleep. Her blonde hair lay in haphazard sections across the pillow, and her cheek rested on the arm she had bent under her head. She was gorgeous, and he couldn’t understand why she had doubts about that fact. He wanted to crawl in the bed with her, simply hold her while he slept, tell her he’d been a fool earlier, but he didn’t want to wake her.

He left the door cracked, went back to the living room, and arranged his huge frame on the tiny couch. His feet hung over the end, and his neck scrunched at an angle he knew was going to cause an ache by morning. He was simply too tired to care. His eyes drifted closed, and he slipped into a deep sleep.

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Raze stroked the inside of her naked thigh with his long fingers and Janine sighed.

The sun was shining down on them through the thick trees, giving off a comfortable warmth that belied the cool fall weather. He pushed her gently back until she lay on top of a pile of crunchy leaves. She smiled when she thought of how she’d have to pick them out of her hair later, knowing they’d only remind her of this very moment.

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He grinned down at her, his eyes glowing, mirroring the same desire she felt for him.

She’d somehow come to terms with what he was, and had realized he’d never hurt her or make her do anything against her will. The way he touched her . . . It was as if she were a rare, precious gem. Suddenly, she understood why—why he touched her that way and why she felt as if she was that rare, precious gem when he did so. He loved her, and she accepted him, trusted him . . . loved him.

She had on a dress, and his fingers skimmed higher until they glided along the slick folds that were weeping just for him. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck to pull his mouth to hers. He kissed her hungrily, and let two fingers slide home.

She cried out, but he swallowed the sounds and dipped his tongue deeper. She arched to meet his fingers as they slid deeper into her wetness, and his cock nudged her thigh. She raised her leg until she could rub against him, creating the same friction on his erection that he was treating her to. There kiss never broke as the swirling of her orgasm threatened to erupt out of control.

His thumb flicked her clit, and she plunged head long into the most mind shattering orgasm she’d ever experienced. Electricity shot through her skin, straight to her core.