Lycan Redemption by S. K. Yule Read Free Book Online

again, but his lips stopped a scant inch before touching her mouth.
    “Are you among most women?”
    She frowned for a moment, not understanding what he was asking. Then it hit her. She’d told him he was a man most women would be interested in.
    “Um, I—um . . .”
    He chuckled, caressed her cheek lightly with his thumb, then retreated.
    “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he said before getting back to cleaning the scattered hay from the floor.
    “I’ll leave some sandwiches in the fridge for you. Whenever you get hungry, feel free to come to the house and get them. I’ll have a hot dinner ready tonight. I think we could all use it. I’m probably going to hang out with Patrick the rest of the afternoon since it doesn’t appear the rain is going to let up anytime soon. If you need anything, let me know.”
    “Thank you.”
    * * * *
    He couldn’t get the taste of her off his tongue. Nor did he wish to. No matter how many seconds, hours, years that passed from this day on, he’d remember her scent, her unique flavor. He’d never desired anyone, anything as fervently in his years of existence. That was saying a lot since he was older than fucking dirt. When she’d been pressed up against him, and her tongue had been dancing with his, he’d nearly lost his mind.
    Even now his wolf howled for release, whined, and plead for its mate. He took a deep breath and turned his focus to the work needing done in the barn for the rest of the day. He hoped it was enough of a distraction to keep his mind off of Myka and what he wanted to do to her. It worked for the most part. The physical labor sidelined his lust, but he found himself thinking about all of the other things that made Myka a desirable woman.
    The way she blushed. Her dedication to Patrick. Her sheer will and determination to be a good mother and provider. The way she laughed—a rich, genuine sound that warmed his soul. Her honesty and frankness. The way her blue-violet eyes seared his soul each time they rested upon him.
    A low growl emanated from his chest. This was not going to happen. The situation was impossible. Every part of him wanted to stay, wanted to fight for what was his, even though it would be selfish of him to do so. His presence here invited danger to her doorstep. How would he cope if something happened to her or Patrick because of him? The answer was simple. He would go insane with guilt. But he didn’t want to leave. Not only for his own selfish reasons, but because she needed his help. Because Patrick needed him. Because whether she realized it or not, she needed him.
    “It’s better that she is lacking help than hurt or dead.” He chastised himself as he hammered a nail into the last replacement board on the stall.
    He stood and patted the gelding who’d been sniffing at him on the head.
    “Sorry for all the noise, Buddy.” He smiled when the horse snorted, and reached out to rub him on the neck. “I bet you and Patrick get along wonderfully.”
    He moved on to Chloe, Myka’s mare, next. She was bigger, but lean and muscular. He scratched her shoulder, and Chloe’s eyes half closed as if in bliss from the attention.
    “A beautiful girl for a beautiful girl,” he murmured.
    Although Myka was far from a girl. She was all warm woman and curves. He gave Sally, Pete, Dusty, and Lady quick rubs as well before putting the tools up and heading for his room in the back of the barn. The rain still fell in a steady sheet as it had been since morning. The soothing quality of rain had always called to him.
    He stripped off his clothes and started the shower. After stepping under the warm spray, he rested his head against the cool tiles covering the walls. Why did he have to find the most wonderful woman in the world now? Why had fate put him on a dangerous path that could ultimately affect his mate? He’d lived hundreds of years without so much as a glimpse of a mate, and now that his life was fucked up, there she was.
    Because