Her Human His Lycan

Love

Clay POV

"Emma," I shouted, desperation lacing my voice, as I fought to keep her awake. Holding her fragile body against me, I feared that she would slip away from me like everyone else who had ever mattered.

"f**k," Ryan snarled from the front seat, his anger palpable. The sound of his voice reverberated through the car as he accelerated, causing my heart to race even faster. "Hold on," he warned, his voice filled with urgency, as the car swerved dangerously on the road. I peered out of the window, my senses heightened, and saw that we were being pursued.

"I can lose them, but we need to change course. I can't risk the hunters finding our pack lands," Ryan growled. Meanwhile, Emma coughed violently, her weakened state evident. "Emma, can you hold on?" Ryan asked, concern lacing his words.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Ryan maneuvered the car skillfully, weaving through traffic for what felt like an eternity. After what seemed like an agonizing thirty minutes, he took a sharp turn, followed by another, and finally came to a halt. Opening the glove box, he retrieved an envelope, his movements quick and precise. "You're the only one dressed. Go to the desk and get a motel room, fast," he commanded me.

Reluctantly, I followed Ryan's orders, not wanting to leave Emma's side. Within minutes, I returned to the car, finding Ryan already outside with a duffel bag, now dressed in pants. "Which room?" he inquired, his eyes scanning the surroundings. "Number 18," I replied.

"Good," he responded. "Get Emma into the room. This bag contains emergency clothing and a first aid kit, including long tweezers and a knife. Although the clothing may not be a perfect fit, it will have to suffice for now. You'll need to remove the bullet from Emma's body, even if it means cutting it out. The envelope contains enough cash and prepaid cards. When she's strong enough, she can contact her brother," he explained.

With that, he got back into the car. "Hurry, I need to get back on the road. If they catch up, I can lead them away," he urged. I quickly slung the bag over my shoulder and lifted Emma, wrapping her in a blanket from the back seat. Thankfully, each room had a private entrance, and the motel appeared deserted. As I hurriedly carried Emma to the room, the sound of the car revving back onto the road echoed in my ears.

In that moment, doubts about Ryan's intentions began to fade. Perhaps he wasn't as bad as I had initially believed.

Once in the room, I carefully locked the deadbolt and closed the blinds, shutting out the outside world. I gently laid Emma on the worn-out bed, the creaking springs echoing through the silence. The flick of a switch illuminated the room with a soft, warm light.

Emma's body was covered in blood. I rummaged through the bag until I found the well-stocked first aid kit. With a small, sharp knife in hand, I carefully positioned myself on the bed next to her.

"I'm sorry, Emma. This is going to hurt," I murmured, my voice barely audible. Inching closer, I located the second entry point of the bullet and made a small incision with the knife. Emma winced, her pained cry cutting through the tense atmosphere. I used the long tweezers to extract the bullet.

Worried about potential infections, I knew I had to clean her wounds. I lifted her fragile body, feeling her weight against my arms, and carried her to the cramped bathroom. The sound of rushing water filled the room as I turned on the shower, not caring about the water drenching my own clothes. Holding her close, I hurriedly washed away the blood. Emma's breathing was faint, her weakened state evident.

Once I finished, I gently carried her back to the bed, wrapping her in a soft towel and drying her off fast. Hastily bandaging her body, I shed my own wet clothing, the damp fabric clinging uncomfortably to my skin. I moved the comforter, sliding her fragile form underneath, before drying myself off with another towel. Opening the bag, I discovered a few shirts and pants, luckily finding something that would fit both of us.

Before I could dress her, she finally spoke, her voice weak and barely audible. "Just get in like that," she whispered, her words surprising me. Without hesitation, I slid under the covers with her, feeling her shivering violently. Guiding her carefully, I held her close against my bare skin, hoping to provide some warmth and comfort. Gradually, her trembling subsided as I held her fragile body against mine.

"Kiss me," she whispered after a few moments, her voice barely a whisper. Uncertain and concerned about causing her pain, I hesitated. Was she perhaps delusional in her weakened state? "Mate bond, your body heals me faster," she explained softly, her words leaving me puzzled. Despite my confusion, I brushed my lips against her soft skin, striving to be as gentle as possible. As I moved closer, our lips met again, her eyes seeming to glow in the dimly lit room.

The fear of losing her began to fade, replaced by a mix of relief and desire. Unexpectedly, she brushed her hand against my arousal, intensifying the ache within me. "I can't," I muttered, my voice strained with longing.

"You want to and I need you," she spoke, her voice now stronger, resonating through the room.

I gently brushed my fingers against her wet entrance, feeling the slickness beneath my touch. The sound of our breaths mingled with the soft moan that escaped her lips as I inserted two fingers, moving them slowly within her. She cried out my name, a plea for more, and I fought to control myself, mindful of her injuries.

“Clay now please,” she cried out, a sense of desperation in her voice, as I withdrew my fingers from her body.

Positioning myself above her, I could feel the warmth of her body against mine. With a surge of need, I thrust into her, our bodies becoming one. The sensations overwhelmed me, a cocktail of fear, anger, love, and lust intertwining like a raging fire within me. Her plea for more spurred me on, and I gave her exactly what she desired, my movements growing harder and deeper.

The room filled with the sounds of our bodies colliding, the symphony of our lovemaking echoing off the walls. Her moans harmonized with the rhythm, a melody of pleasure and satisfaction. She drove me to the brink of madness, her addictive allure still a wonder to comprehend.

"You can't break me, Clay. Your body heals me when we make love like this," she gasped.

"Harder!" she cried out, her legs wrapped around me as I gave her exactly what she wanted. Her pleasure fueled my desire even more.

"You drive me crazy," I told her, as the sounds of our bodies and her moans filled the motel room. She was addictive, and it still amazed me that she was mine.

"Make me yours, Emma," I groaned, thrusting myself into her.

"My mark may hurt you," she warned, but I was willing to take the risk.

"Emma, I can handle it," I assured her, thrusting harder. I shifted our positions so she was now in my lap, guiding her onto me. Her moans confirmed that her body was healing. "You have to bite me," I said, understanding somewhat what a mark meant.

"Yes," she breathed, as I continued with intensity.

"Bite me, Emma. Make me yours," I demanded, my voice thick with desire and longing for her touch. The air was filled with a heady scent of anticipation as she hesitated, her eyes betraying her own desires. As our bodies collided, the sound of our passionate encounter echoed through the room.

With a breathless moan, she surrendered to her own pleasure, accepting me completely. Her teeth sank into my skin, but instead of pain, a rush of intense pleasure coursed through me, electrifying every nerve. It was as if I could feel her own sensations, her pleasure merging with mine. In that moment, our connection deepened, and I could sense her feelings for me, as if they were my own.

As she removed her teeth, her tongue glided across the spot where she had bitten me, leaving a trail of warmth and satisfaction. Her whisper of "it worked" was filled with a joy that mirrored my own. Our eyes locked, and I guided her body, reveling in the ecstasy that washed over us. Her lips parted in pleasure, and I felt my climax building, a tingling sensation spreading through every inch of my body. With a powerful release, I emptied myself deep within her, the intensity of the moment overwhelming.

She clung to me, her bare skin against mine, as I moved my hands across her body, exploring every curve. Our lips met once again, and amidst the post-orgasmic bliss, I murmured in amazement, "You really are healed." A chuckle escaped my lips, filled with newfound astonishment at the power of our connection. Little did I know, this encounter would be just the beginning of our intimate moments, as the warmth in my heart confirmed that I was deeply, irrevocably in love with her.

Her fingers grazed my chest in the spot I had the slave mark, and as I withdrew, I noticed a hint of sadness in her touch. I understood the conflicted emotions it brought her. "It's okay, Emma," I reassured her, my eyes meeting hers once again. "I have no issue with you holding control over me, as long as you promise to never prevent me from protecting you."

"You no longer need to hide the true you anymore," I whispered, the words escaping my lips in a hushed tone. Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of purple, seemed to glow even more for a moment, capturing my attention.

"My brother knows where we are," she said.

"He is keeping an eye on us from a distance," she continued. "In the morning he will come for us," she said.

"Your life is at risk as well now. The hunters know you betrayed them," she revealed, her voice laced with a sense of regret.

"I couldn't let her harm your friend," I confessed.

"You did the right thing," she admitted.

"Must you always jump into danger, Emma?" I asked.

"To protect those I care for and innocents, I will," she responded, her voice filled with unwavering determination.

"You scared the hell out of me," I confessed.

"I know, and I'm sorry," she whispered. I could feel the tenderness in her touch as I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer.

"You're amazing, you know that, right?" I said, my voice filled with genuine admiration.

"You're pretty amazing as well," she said, her voice filled with a mix of affection and hesitation. I could sense her apprehension, a subtle shift in the air that hinted at uncertainty.

"What's wrong?" I asked. I could feel her emotions now.

"What do you know of lycans, Clay?" she asked.

"Not much," I admitted.

"You can tell me anything," I reassured her.

"I live a long time," she confessed.

"Hundreds of years, as a lycan. I age slow, remaining like this for a long time," she revealed.

"Yet, your mortal life is but a blink of an eye to me," she said.

"But you have wolf in you, Clay. If you accept, well, we can turn you," she said, her voice laced with anticipation.

"Turn me?" I asked, my voice filled with confusion.

"Clay, if I asked, would you accept becoming a lycan?" she asked, her voice filled with hope.

"Yes," I responded. "I would do anything to be with you."

"So, you're willing to become what you once despised?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.

"My hatred was built on falsehoods, Emma," I confessed, my heart pounding in my chest. "I'm deeply and irrevocably in love with you. I can't fathom a life without you. I belong to you now, and I hope you feel the same way. I can't bear to let you go."

As I spoke, I brushed my hand against her flawless body, feeling the softness of her skin and the warmth emanating from her.

"I must admit," a hint of possessiveness creeping into my voice. "It drove me to the brink of madness today, seeing you shift back to your naked form. I despise others laying eyes on you."

Emma's laughter filled the room, a melodic sound that danced in the air. "Oh, really?" she teased playfully. "Well, you did a good job shielding my body with yours. But Ryan, he's used to it. He's a shifter too, and his gaze is solely reserved for his mate, just as mine is for you."

"I want to become like you, Emma," I confessed, my voice filled with determination. "Not only to be by your side, but also to protect you. In this form, I am weaker and more vulnerable than you. I want you to be free from the burden of safeguarding me."

"You're strong, Clay," she reassured me, her voice laced with admiration. "You prove it every time we make love." A mischievous smirk played on her lips.

I felt a surge of desire course through me at her words. "Careful, Emma," I warned, my voice laced with longing. "You're tempting me beyond reason."

"We're trapped in this motel room, Clay," she said, her voice filled with playful innocence. " What else do we have to do but lose ourselves in each other?"

A wave of heat washed over me as her words hung in the air, and I knew she would be the death of me.

"Then command me," I said, my voice dripping with desire, as I pressed my lips against her body. "Tell me, Emma, what do you desire? I want to fulfill your every wish." The anticipation within me grew stronger, like an addictive high that I never wanted to end.