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

life is great at knowing the exact moment when to fuck you, the exact moment it will have the most impact on you.
    He had to leave. Tonight. If he didn’t leave tonight, he doubted his ability to do so later. He squeezed his eyes shut and thought of Myka. Those gorgeous eyes tinged with a hint of violet. The inky black hair that he longed to bury his face in, yearned to feel slide over his naked flesh as he took her. His cock swelled, and he groaned. Images of her tiny body packed with surprisingly curvy hips tauntingly flitted through his brain. And her tempting, perky breasts. He groaned. He was sure they would fit perfectly in his hands.
    He thought of how he’d dip his head and swirl his tongue around her nipples, laving and gently nipping them into stiffened, rosy peaks. How she’d moan, arch her back, give him access to what he sought. She would be a generous lover, a lover who would give as much as she took. He wanted to eat her alive, nibble, lick, and suck every naked inch of her golden skin.
    He reached down and encircled his engorged cock, amazed that there was any blood left in his brain, and stroked it from base to tip as he imagined sliding between Myka’s thighs and into the creamy heat that awaited him. She would be tight, and he’d stretch her to the point of pain, but in the end, they’d come together in unblemished unison.
    He widened his feet and stroked his shaft faster. He laid his other palm flat against the wall and leaned against it. She’d be silky soft, and hot. Her muscles would clench around his cock in pulses. She’d tighten around him until he was nearly strangled. She’d cry out his name as she thrashed under him, and as he filled her again and again, he’d come inside her as she screamed out his name, clawed at his back, and came with him.
    He grunted as he stroked up on his cock, and his release shot from the head in spurts of warm liquid that drenched his fist. He leaned his forehead against the cool tile as he panted. Walking away from her was going to be the hardest thing he’d ever have to do.

Chapter Five
    “Aren’t you hungry, Patrick?” Myka watched him push his food around on the plate.
    “Not really. I’m tired.”
    “It has been a long, dreary day. Although after our lazy afternoon together, I figured you’d be raring to go this evening.”
    She smiled at Galen, who sat across from her at the table. He, unlike Patrick, had been enthusiastic about eating, and was currently working his way through a second helping. She didn’t know how he could eat so much and look as good as he did. Although to be fair, he had skipped lunch this afternoon. When she’d gone to see if he’d be joining them for dinner, he was standing at the doors of the barn, peering into the still-spattering rain. He was dressed in dark jeans that hugged him in all the right places, showing off every hard edge of his fabulous rear and long, straight legs. The dark blue T-shirt was no less flattering. It splayed over his wide chest and shoulders, and formed around his six-pack like a second skin.
    His hair had been damp, and at that very moment, she’d wished that she was one of those types of girls who had one-night flings. She had no doubt he’d be pure heat between the sheets. But she wasn’t, and never would be, that type. She could never have sex with someone she barely knew, then walk away as easily as if walking away from a good movie she would remember fondly at times, but carry no emotional ties to.
    “It wasn’t completely a lazy afternoon. You made me let you cut my hair,” Patrick said.
    “It needed cut, Patrick. It was getting long.”
    “Galen’s hair is long,” he scoffed.
    Myka frowned.
    “You’re right,” Galen said. “I’ve been traveling and haven’t had time to get it cut, but I’d be happy to let Myka cut it for me.” He looked at her. “If you’re up for it?”
    “I could do that, if you’re sure. I’m not a professional,” she replied.
    “If you mess