He leaned down over her without breaking the rhythm of his thrusts and bit down on her shoulder hard enough to hold her captive under him while he claimed her body, but gentle enough to not break her skin. She wilingly submitted to his predatory dominance and reveled in the pleasure he was giving her with each stroke of his body.
Each surge of his hips, each drive of his cock drove her closer to orgasm. Every cel in her body hummed with energy, every nerve ending sparked with joy. She was about to fal over into the abyss of mind-numbing ecstasy. But this time, she wanted Kish to fal with her.
“Kish,” she gasped.
He puled out and thrust home.
“Come with me. Please,” she begged. “I can’t.”
Thrust. “Wait.” Thrust. “Any longer.”
A low growl vibrated against her shoulder where his teeth were stil clamped. The sound made the hairs stand up on the back of her neck, made something deep inside her respond to the predator in him, and she tumbled over the cliff headfirst.
She cried out against the blanket, the thickness muffling the sound, and he immediately released her shoulder, reared up, slammed home once again, and grunted as his seed shot hot spurts inside her while her muscles clenched and unclenched around him in release.
Four more thrusts and the waves of her orgasm crested and began to ebb. One last thrust and he colapsed beside her before puling her against him.
She snuggled against his chest, the hairs tickling her nose. He slung one leg over her thighs as if to make sure she couldn’t go anywhere, and she smiled. As if she could even walk now since her bones felt as if they had melted away.
He kissed her forehead. “That was incredible.”
“It was better than incredible,” she mumbled drowsily. “It was,” she yawned, “epic.”
“Yes. It was. Good night, sweetheart.” He kissed her on the head again, and she could feel his smile against her skin.
“Night.”
Chapter Twenty
Kish stared down at Georgia. His heart thumped hard, and he ached to claim her. When they’d made love, it had been exactly how she’d put it. Epic. But the wolf in him wanted more, wanted to mark her as his for always, wanted to imprint on her so that everyone would know she belonged to him and only him.
When he’d taken her from behind, her inner muscles clamping around him so hard they’d nearly strangled him, it had taken every ounce of wilpower he possessed to keep from biting through the delicate flesh on her shoulder. He wanted to change her, wanted to bind her to his side forever, but he’d never force it upon anyone, much less someone he loved, without consent.
God, how he wanted to run with her wolf in the forest. She’d make a beautiful lycan, and she’d have her sight. He wanted to give her that more than anything. He yearned to watch her face as she discovered each and every thing with her eyes for the first time. But would she ever alow him to change her?
When he’d revealed his wolf to her in the bathroom, he hadn’t missed the hesitation that had danced over her features. Nor did he miss the fear.
He was confident that the fear had fled quickly, and had been relieved when she’d touched him. Hel, she’d done more than touch him with those magical fingers of hers. When she’d stroked his fur, he’d wanted to walow against her like a pup.
Since he’d awoken, he’d been struggling with his inner conflict, trying to figure out what to do from here. He’d brought some clean clothes along with Lucy into the bedroom earlier, and the dog was now curled up on Georgia’s feet. He liked Lucy, and was happy that Georgia had had such a wonderful friend and companion, but he wanted to be that friend and companion now.
He loved Georgia. He trusted her as much as his heart would alow, but hoped that in time he’d overcome the demons of his past and alow her into his heart and soul one hundred percent. He had a feeling it wouldn’t take long for her to dig herself into those two places as she was halfway there already.
Hel, the way she’d kissed him in the shower? The scars hadn’t mattered to her. She’d run her fingers and delectable mouth over them as if they were something to be cherished instead of something repulsive. No woman had ever touched his scars as she had.
But what did he say to her now? Did he ask her to stay with him? She said she loved him, and he believed her, but that didn’t change the fact that they’d met two days ago. Would she leave her home, her friends behind to be with him? He would never ask her to turn her back on her life, but if she agreed to move in with him, circumstances for her would change dramaticaly. Henry and Joey and any other friends of hers would be welcome any time, but he didn’t actualy live in an easily accessible place.
How would she feel about his protectiveness toward her? He didn’t want to smother her, dictate her every move, but if she agreed to be his in every way, there were dangers, risks that he’d insist on taking certain precautionary measures against. He smothered a snort from escaping. Who the hel was he trying to kid? That was true now. She carried the main scent, and he wasn’t sure she understood fuly how much danger she was already in from rogues.
She’d been lucky up to this point, and he assumed that the reason she hadn’t been found by any of his kind had been because she’d most likely resided in a smal city. A place where she could easily maneuver and maintain her independence with Lucy’s aid.
Lycans didn’t often wander into cities, preferring wide-open places to cramped, over populated towns.
He hated the city, but if she refused to live with him, he’d folow her there to keep her safe. Hel, he’d folow her to the end of the earth if she asked. A foreboding shiver ran down his spine. Did she realize how much power she held over him? Did he realize how much power she held over him? Yes, he did, but he’d only just now acknowledged it at this moment in time.
The landline began ringing in the other room, and he quietly left and eased the door shut behind him so it didn’t wake Georgia up.
Ten minutes later, time to figure out what he was going to do about Georgia was cut short. John Kemp, the grocery store owner who had given a room to Henry and Joey to stay in while stranded in the storm, had caled to tel him the roads down the mountain had already been cleared.
John had warmed up to Kish several years ago when Kish had come across John’s bloodhound, Rick, caught in a trap in the woods behind the grocery store. Of course, Kish had had to come up with some excuse as to how he’d found Rick because he hadn’t be able to tel him he’d heard the hound whimpering. After al, he’d been a good mile into the woods. If it hadn’t been for his lycan hearing, the dog would have probably died within a day at the most.
Ever since that day, John had caled Kish before and after every snowstorm they had to report to him about road conditions. This was the first time Kish wished he hadn’t caled because then he could have insisted that Henry, Joey, and Georgia wait another day before heading down the mountain for home.
That extra day he thought he’d had to figure things out had been yanked out from under him.
He rubbed the back of his neck. He had to do something because he was not going to let Georgia simply walk out of his life. Maybe she wouldn’t do that anyway. Maybe you should ask her, dumbass.
The only problem about asking was that it would open up the emotional can of worms he wasn’t sure he wanted to deal with. Every time his emotions had gotten involved concerning a woman, he’d gotten burned.
Georgia isn’t like that. She’s not going to burn you. Words were easy to say, but so damned hard to believe at times. After setting up the coffeepot, he hit the button to brew then headed for the door. He needed to clear his head, and the best way to do that was to go for a run. He figured he’d check the shelter out and see if Wade had been picked up. Then he could reset the key code. He stripped off his clothes once he reached the garage and let the wolf come to the surface.