Lycan Contempt S. Yule (ebook reader for comics TXT) 📖

She shuddered, knowing only a couple more thrusts would tumble her headlong into orgasm.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I don’t think I’m going to last long this time.” He groaned before retreating and slamming home again.

“That’s okay,” she gasped. “Me either. Oh, God!”

When he retreated and slammed home once more, she bit down on her bottom lip to keep from screaming out his name. Her muffled cries were loud to her own ears, but she doubted she was making much noise at al. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders and arched against him as her muscles clamped and unclamped in sync with each wave of her orgasm. He puled out one last time, and when he drove past her clenching muscles to seat himself to the bals, he grunted.

As he came inside her, each pulse of hot semen was like an amplifier to her orgasm, bringing it back to life, each jet making her body jerk in response. He ground his hips against her as he spent himself completely. After a few moments, he stiled, pushed the hair that was sticking to her face behind her ears, and kissed her tenderly.

“That was incredible,” he whispered before kissing a trail along her jaw and back to her lips.

She was stil trying to catch her breath. “Yes. It was. You are incredible, Kish.”

“I love you, sweetheart. I realy wanted to take it slow the first time.”

She shook her head. “We have al night. I needed to be with you.”

“Believe me, sweetheart, I’m not complaining. I wanted to make it good for you.”

“Are you kidding me? If you made it much better, I’d be passed out . . . or dead.” She smiled and hugged him to her.

He kissed her on the forehead and eased her to the floor. He helped her dress, and the rustling of clothes told her he was righting his attire as wel. He cupped her face again.

“I didn’t even get to tel you how beautiful you are.” He kissed her gently on the lips.

“I know I’m not much to look at. You don’t have to say that.”

“What the hel are you talking about?”

“I’m no model. I carry some extra weight, and I’m shorter than hel.” She laughed.

“Don’t you ever belittle yourself. You are perfect.

You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. You do not carry extra weight. Those are caled curves, and yours are amazing.”

At that very moment she believed him. He made her feel like she was a goddess the way he touched her, caressed her, kissed her.

“I love you too, by the way, Kish. Thank you.”

“I’m the one who should thank you. You’re extraordinary.”

“As much as I hate to say this, we better get back to living room. I’m sure the spaghetti is close to being done by now.”

“The only reason I’m agreeing is because I know you are hungry and I’m starving too. Besides, you’l need your strength for later.”

“Oh realy?” she asked.

“Yeah. Realy.” He kissed her on the forehead, opened the door, and walked with her to the living room.

Kish had to admit that the spaghetti had been wonderful. After dinner, he’d insisted on cleaning up while Georgia, Henry, and Joey relaxed. When he was finished, he gathered the trash and told Georgia he’d be back in a little bit. After taking the trash to the burning barrel, he got a shovel, some lighter fluid, and matches from the garage. It was time to clean up the mess he’d left in the woods earlier.

Thirty minutes later, he was happy he was stronger than humans, or the damned hole he dug in the hard ground for Mike would have taken a lot longer. He placed the body in the hole, doused it in lighter fluid, and lit it on fire. Another half hour later, the fire had done its job, and he filed the hole back in.

He was almost back to the garage when a familiar scent hit him. He turned back to find Brady standing at the tree line, similar to how he had when they’d first met.

“Did you find your sister?”

“Yes.”

“Is she okay as Wade said?”

Brady took a couple steps forward. “Yes, but Wade wasn’t lying when he said the other one had done some stuff to her. It’s going to take her a while to recover from this. I’m taking her away. She needs some healing time.”

Kish nodded. “Sounds like a good idea. If there’s anything I can do, you know where I am.”

Brady nodded. “I’m sorry for what I did. You and Georgia aren’t like most people. You care about others, even others you’ve never met. I’d like to come back when Krista is better. I’d like for the two of you to meet her. She’s a wonderful woman.”

“I know Georgia would like that, and so would I.

Take care.”

“See ya around, Kish. Tel Georgia bye for me.”

Brady turned to leave, but stopped. “Don’t fuck it up with her, okay? She’s special. Don’t blow your chance at happiness.”

“I’l try not to. Believe me, I wil try not to.”

Kish watched Brady disappear into the darkness before putting the shovel, lighter fluid, and matches back in the garage. He puled out his cel phone. It had barely enough signal to get a cal out, but it would do. He dialed information and soon had the number he needed. He then caled the number he got from information. A woman on the other end answered and he told her he needed to get in touch with Sanctuary.

She asked him a bunch of questions about his species that only a lycan would know before patching him through. He figured if any human mistakenly got through on the number, they’d think the person on the other end was a loony tune. He talked to someone named Brent Fals and made arrangements for Wade to be picked up.

After giving detailed directions and the key code to his shelter, Brent promised Wade would be taken care of within twenty-four hours. Once Wade was gone,