The Broken Werewolves: The Human Mate (LGBT)

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Marcus Pierce

There's an itch to run in the wilderness, to feel the ground underneath my paws. My mate is just a few meters away from me, watching something on the television that I can't understand. It's in a different language, but there's a subtitle. I look back at my mate, finding him seating comfortably on the couch as he hugs the pillow. I wish it's me he's holding like that.

The night is calm. The sky is dark, full of bright stars that I wish I could hold and provide as a gift to my mate. I will do anything for my mate. I know for a fact that I'll still have a long way to my goal, to claim him as mine, but I'm willing to risk everything – my title as the Guardian of Werewolves, my friends, my family. Hell, I could even break the Forbidden Law just for him to accept me. I know it's selfish and childish, but hey, I'm a sucker for love and I'm madly, deeply in love with my mate. And my love for him will never fade.

I want to walk up right there, take a seat beside him, and wrap my arms tight around him. But that would weird him out. He may have asked me to come live with him, but that doesn't mean he trusts me and is comfortable enough of me.

As if sensing that I'm looking his way, he turns his head to look at me, his eyes boring into mine and oh for God's sake, his eyes are so mesmerizing and soul-capturing. I just want to kiss him, to hold him, to claim him as mine. I smile at him, then look back at the sky, wishing he would quit looking at me. I know that he's already feeling the pull, and I know that it's already confusing him. He might go into a denial stage, and he might think that it's just a phase, but I don't think I'm ready for that. We might come off as strong, but werewolves are pretty emotional, especially when their mates are involved. I may be a Guardian of the Werewolves, but that doesn't mean I could take the rejection pretty well. No, I would die because I would choose to die than rather live without my mate and the pain of rejection.

Seconds have passed yet I'm still feeling his eyes burning at the back of my head, which makes my heart beat faster. I wish I could read and see what he's thinking, what's going on inside his head.

This is tough, Kyros speaks to me. We're both longing and yearning for our mate, but we can't do anything about it but wait until the right moment comes. It shouldn't be this hard for us. The banning of the werewolf having a human mate, having a human mate who doesn't even know that you are his mate and your kind, why do these things happen?

Of course I want answers as well, but Jesus Christ, it's hard to look for the answers right now. My hands are kind of full. I could ask my sister about it, but she's a smart lady; she would know immediately if there's something wrong. It has been a long time since I last spoke with her, and that was before I met up with Kieran when he first got into the united packs.

"I'll go to bed now," I tell him, not looking at him in the eye, not waiting for any response. I can still feel his gaze at me. The more I try hard to resist, the harder the situation gets. Kyros whimper, because we both just want the same thing – for our mates to be aware of us and love us back unconditionally.

When I reach the room, which is our room now, I quickly take my top off, putting it on the desk table just beside his computer and climb into the bed. This situation is exhausting the hell out of me, and I wish the progress would be faster than it is right now.

A few seconds later, the door opens, revealing Nigel himself as he goes inside the room. I shut my eyes but not fully, so I can gaze at him freely. He looks at me, tilting his head to the side, and he's just standing there, watching me. Nigel then begins to take a step forward carefully, not making a sound and when he's standing just right beside the bed, he leans down and studies me. My heart races, and I try so hard not to move any single muscle. I catch a sniff of his natural scent, and God, he smells so really good. I just want to bury my nose into the crook of his neck and bite him, claim him as mine.

Trying not to breathe and inhale his good scent, I clench my fist and completely shut my eyes. Just control yourself, I tell myself, thinking of the consequences that might happen if I just attack and ravish him in this room.

As the bed dips, indicating that he has joined me, I tense. Now that he's very close to me, I don't know if I could keep myself tamed anymore. The harder I resist, the harder it gets, and the crazier I get. I need him. I need some contact with him.

Mustering up a courage, taking a deep breath, I turn around and wrap my arms around him, pretending to be asleep. He tenses, and immediately, relaxes as his arm slides and curls around me. I breathe in his scent, drowning myself in him. I let out a moan when I feel his skin making contact with mine. And I'm sensing that he's doing it on purpose, which means that he likes the contact between us. God, the contact is electrifying me. I push him closer to me, rest my leg on top of his thighs, and bury my face into the crook of his neck. The whole time, my heart is racing. And then as the time passes by, I relax, and slowly, darkness and exhaustion are taking over me, and after a few minutes, I'm already asleep right next to my beloved mate.

So I've been staring at my mate for an hour now. It's 6:45 in the morning, and I woke up an hour and a half ago. I don't to get up from bed yet, because I still want to feel the skin of my mate against mine. Nigel looks so peaceful, so calm, and so handsome even when he's sleeping. It feels like everything he does in his life, it's cute. Either accidentally or purposely, I don't care.

I want to lean down and claim his lips, but I'm afraid that might wake him up and he might be in shock to find that I, a man whom he has asked to come live with him, am kissing him. Believe me, it takes a lot of energy to stop myself from doing so. Kyros is even getting pissed at me from stopping ourselves to kiss our mate's precious and tempting lips. I just satisfy myself with my eyes, happy to see him that he's okay and not in danger.

Fifteen minutes have passed, and he's already waking up. My fingers are currently in his hair, brushing it, feeling the soft strands of his hair against my fingers. When his eyes open, the first they see is me. I expect him to jolt up, push me, and yell for being so homosexual about this. But he doesn't do any of that. Instead, he gives me a smile, and on the edge of his lips is a drool that I just want to kiss away. He looks so f*****g cute I never want to let him go. His smile makes my heart stop and I just want to cry from happiness. Even Kyros wants to do the same thing.

For a moment, we just stare at each other, sharing a smile that I even can't understand. Then his eyes widen, as if remembering something horrible. Then I realize that what we're doing right now could be the reason why. My face turns white, heart racing faster in a bad way. He pulls away, looking at me, still wide-eyed. He rolls over the bed, away from me and I resist the urge to whimper sadly.

"Holy s**t, we have school," he says as he looks at the clock.

Furrowing my brows in confusion, I look at the clock, then to him. "Um, it's Saturday?" I tell him, unsure. I think of yesterday, trying to think if yesterday was Friday. And it was. "Yeah, it's Saturday today, which means no school."

"Oh, right." He says awkwardly, scratching his cheek. His hair is now disheveled, bed hair, sticking up everywhere. Nigel is so f*****g cute. Really. I have said that so many times, but I will never get tired of saying it. "I totally forgot about that. Sorry for panicking. It's just that, I always wake up early so I can prepare for school. I'm always, you know, what they call an early bird."

"You have nothing to worry about." I chortle, grinning. I wish he would go back to the bed with me. I wish we could cuddle, spoon each other, but that seems impossible right now. "I'm going to stay in bed all day. I love your bed." I try to make my voice needy and croaky, and I hope its magic work. I have always been told that when I make my voice sound needy, it would do some trick to people. I sprawl on the bed, hugging the pillow that he used and bury my face in it, taking in his scent. It smells so f*****g good. "Sleep, sleep, sleep."

"Let me join you," It's a f*****g success! I roll over, giving him a space but never letting go of the pillow that I'm hugging. "Hey, that's my pillow. You have yours."

"I don't wanna," I tighten my hold around the pillow. Nigel tries to steal it, trying hard to yank it out of my arms. "Soft and huggable pillow. Squishy."

He chuckles, still trying to yank the pillow away from me. "You sound like Doris."

"Doris who?"

"Um, Finding Dory? Finding Nemo? Martin's best friend? Just keep swimming?" I just stare at him. "Don't mind it. Seems like you skipped being a child." He teases, shaking his head. I have no idea who Doris and Martin are. Finding Nemo, Finding Doris, or Dory, I don't know them. At all. "But that's really my pillow."

Nigel grabs the pillow, now using his feet, resting just on my stomach, using his feet's force to pull the pillow away from me. I loosen my hold just a bit, because hey, I need to adjust. I'm a werewolf whereas my mate is a human, so I'm stronger than him. When it seems like he's succeeding on pulling the pillow away from my hold, I grip it tighter, yanking it towards my direction, which makes him topple on top of me. So now, he's basically straddling me. My hands rest on his hips.

Our eyes meet, the world slowly fading. Slowly, my fingers crawl all the way across his skin until it reaches his neck, then I cup his face. I can already feel Kyros surfacing, trying to break free from within, and I fight back. He so badly wants to claim him. I do, too, but this isn't the right time. I still need to gain his trust, and right now, with his head filled with confusion, I can't take advantage of that. The best thing that I need to do is wait. Just wait and wait and wait until the right moment comes.

But damn it, I can't help my mouth. "You have such pretty eyes." The compliment makes him blush, and seriously, it makes my d**k twitch in anticipation. God, that was an innocent move he pulled right there. Then I push him, bashing him with the pillow he was trying to steal earlier. While it's true that he has a very beautiful eyes, I need to make things lighter between us. "Ha, loser!"

"Ah, so that's what it is, ha, bring it on!" He grabs my pillow and begins fighting me back.