Her Human His Lycan

Calm

Clay POV

"What happened tonight?" I asked Emma again, my worry evident in my furrowed brows. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling, and I could sense the unease that lingered beneath her words.

"Being a white Lycan means I hold immense power within me," she began, her voice quivering slightly. "The storm outside tonight, it was my doing."

"I usually have control, but the power within me can be overwhelming, especially when my emotions are in turmoil," she continued.

"The potion my brother gave me helps keep it all at bay," she confessed, her trembling hand a testament to the toll it took on her. I could sense the fear and exhaustion that clung to her like a suffocating mist.

"Are you afraid to tell me?" I asked, my voice laced with concern. She hesitated for a moment, the silence heavy with anticipation.

"Yes and no," she finally replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "The power within me right now... it's killing me." My heart raced, a drumbeat of urgency in my chest.

"There has to be some way to help you," I pleaded, desperation seeping into my voice.

"It's you, Clay," she said softly, her eyes searching mine for understanding. "Having a mate is crucial for me. My life is linked to yours. If you reject me, it will end up killing me. I only get one chance, one mate. No second chances."

"For me, it's important to complete the bond. Only then can I start gaining real control," she explained, her voice filled with a mix of hope and uncertainty. "And until then, episodes like tonight may still happen. But as my mate, you have the power to calm me, to soothe the raging storm within me from destroying me."

"So right now, the power within you is hurting you," I asked.

She nodded. "Are you in pain right now?" I asked, my voice filled with worry.

She paused for a moment, her eyes flickering with vulnerability. "I feel a little weak, that's all," she admitted. I reached out and brushed away a tear from her cheek, feeling the dampness against my fingertips. Her eyes, hidden behind contact lenses, held a hint of sadness.

"How do I complete a bond with you?" I asked, our gazes locking once again.

A fleeting smile appeared on her face before disappearing just as quickly. "You would complete it?" she questioned, her voice laced with curiosity.

"Yes," I affirmed.

"Knowing that makes me happy, but for now, we can't complete the bond. I do hope in the near future we can," she expressed, her tone tinged with longing.

"Then what else can I do to help you?" I asked.

She sighed, her body shifting as she attempted to rise from the bed. I noticed her unsteady steps, a sign of her lingering weakness. "Just keep following the plan for now," she instructed, her voice tinged with fatigue.

"When we are done talking with my brother, you should return to your apartment. It's getting late," she suggested.

Standing up next to her, I made a plea. "Let me stay with you tonight, Emma," I implored.

She hesitated, her gaze flickering towards the door. "I don't know if that's a good idea," she replied.

"I already shifted into my lycan form near the apartments tonight. This is not good because I'm trying to keep my identity a secret. If Liz finds out you're staying over in my unit, it will make things worse. We can only be seen as classmates here, Clay," she said to me.

"Liz won't come here until the morning. She returned to her family's estate. And since we are partners right now, I am privy to her location. I have a tracker app installed on my phone, so I will know if she is close to the apartments or the campus," I reassured her, hoping to alleviate her worries.

“I’ve got another tracking chip from Skade, and for the sake of my cover, it needs to stay put for now, even though I’d prefer to have it out,” I said.

I reached for my phone, pulling up the tracking app to show her. "See, this is my location," I explained, the screen illuminating our faces. “It’s just the address, Emma; it won’t reveal which unit I’m in,” I explained.

She glanced at her door once more, her hesitation palpable. "I still don't know if it's a good idea," she repeated.

I nodded, understanding her concerns. "I won't force you, but know that I would rather be with you, especially after what happened tonight. It will help me know you're okay," I reassured her, my voice filled with sincerity.

She opened her door without hesitation and entered her living room. I followed closely behind, taking in the sight of her brother sitting on the couch, his fingers tracing the pages of her textbook. As soon as he noticed her, he set the book down and stood up. He walked towards Emma, enveloping her in a tight embrace. "I'm glad I was here with you tonight," he said to her.

His eyes then shifted to me, his resemblance to Emma striking, except for his darker hair. "So, you're Clay," he stated, his voice tinged with a hint of skepticism. "I have to admit, I wasn't exactly a fan when Emma first mentioned you. But seeing how you aided my sister tonight, I'm willing to give you a chance. Just know that if you ever hurt Emma, I won't hesitate to make your life a living hell," he warned, his words accompanied by a subtle growl.

"I understand completely. I would never do anything to harm her," I assured him. He extended his hand towards me, introducing himself as Noah.

"As a hunter, I'm sure you never imagined shaking a Lycan's hand," he remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Emma has told me about your family, and I'm willing to help you seek justice for them. Let's put the past behind us and focus on building a better future," he suggested.

Grateful for his support, I thanked him sincerely. It was clear that Emma and her brother shared a close bond, and his protectiveness over her was palpable. I knew that earning his trust would be essential moving forward, but I was prepared to prove myself.

"Tonight, I had a meeting with the head of the hunters council, Richard, who also happens to be Liz's father," I began. "Skade has assigned me to serve under him for now, but I still report to Skade as well. During the meeting, I learned some unsettling information. Emma is the hunters' primary target, and they want her for her power. They claim it's to eradicate all werewolves, but I believe there's more to it. I've been tasked with gathering information on campus and reporting back to Richard. I'm also expected to carry out any missions assigned to me without question," I explained. "While at the estate, I managed to explore a restricted section that required a security code. Inside, I discovered captive werewolves being subjected to cruel experiments, supposedly to develop more efficient weapons. Liz also showed me new weapons, unlike anything I've seen before, made of silver. I'll do my best to learn more about them for you," I promised.

"Do you happen to know the address of the estate?" Noah inquired.

"Yes, I do. Emma, do you have something I can write it down on? It's best not to message it in case my messages are being tracked," I said. Emma pointed to the desk in her living room, and I walked over to it, grabbing a pen and tearing a page from her notebook. I wrote it down and gave it to Noah.

"Thank you. I will see what I can gather from this place as well," he said as he released Emma. Then, he turned to look at her. "You are still weak. You need to get your strength back. You know it's best for Clay to be close to you," Noah said to her.

"So, it's true that mates heal each other?" I asked. I really wanted to learn everything about her.

Noah shook his head at Emma. "I know why you're hesitant, Emma, but you need to continue being open with Clay. He needs to know how he can help you because while we are here, it is clear you are going to need his help," Noah said to her. Then, he directed his focus on me.

"Yes, it is true. And as I'm sure you learned just moments ago, my sister really needs her mate. Your bond is very important to her. Even without a mark, being close with my sister will aid her. So, if it's safe, I ask that you stay with her for the night. I'll stay on her couch and leave in the morning, but I will still be close to the campus, and I'm sure we will be seeing more of each other," Noah said to me.

"If you want, you can stay in my place. That way, you have a bed versus a couch," I offered.

"I think I will take you up on that," Noah said to me.

"Noah," Emma started to speak, but he stopped her.

"I won't leave without saying goodbye to you in the morning. Get rest and maybe teach your mate more about you," her brother said to her as he pulled her in for a final hug. Then, he took my keys as I told him my unit number. With that, he left us alone.

Emma sighed and walked over to her couch, putting her head in her hands. "I'm really interested in learning about you, so don't be afraid to tell me things," I said to her, trying to get her to talk.

"Yet you also fear me," she whispered.

"Why do you think that?" I asked her.

"In the woods earlier when I shifted, I saw the look in your eyes. You were afraid," she said.

"I was startled, Emma. The fear that flickered in my eyes was not only because of the unfamiliarity, but also because I was genuinely worried about you. I had no clue what was happening, all I knew was that you were struggling."

"So, you're okay with Inara?" she asked.

"Inara is your Lycan, right?" I inquired.

"Yes," she replied.

"She is beautiful," I said, my words tinged with admiration. A small smile graced Emma's face.

"She is happy," Emma said, her voice filled with affection and joy.

I’ve never been one to want to stay around anyone this long in honesty, but Emma...well, I don't think I'll ever want to really leave her side. I've never cared or worried like this about anyone as well since I was a child. Today, the fear I felt when I saw she was struggling was the same fear I felt when I was a child, causing a lump to form in my throat.

"My bathroom," Emma said. "fresh towels are folded by the shower and in the top drawer, there are extra toothbrushes."

"Is that your way of telling me to get cleaned up?" I asked with a smile.

“You smell like her,” she whispered.

"Oh," I responded. Emma remained silent as I left and turned on her shower. The sound of water cascading from the showerhead filled the small bathroom. By the time I finished, the lights were off in her apartment, casting a dim, mysterious ambiance. Emma was already in her bed, her form barely visible in the darkness.

I've never once been one to hesitate, but right now, I was unsure. Should I go to her or settle for her couch? I didn't want to overstep any boundaries. After a moment of contemplation, I opted for her couch, knowing she hadn't explicitly said she wanted me to sleep with her. Time ticked away as I closed my eyes, trying to find sleep.

And then, I felt something warm and soft against my shoulder. Startled, I turned and opened my eyes, only to see Emma standing there. It was hard to see in the dim light, but she seemed to be wearing a delicate silk robe, its smooth texture grazing against my arm. "Did you not want to come in with me?" she asked softly.

As I sat up, I could hear the slight tremor in her voice. "I do," I reassured her, "I just don't want to do anything that upsets you, especially when I know you're not feeling well."

"Sorry," she murmured, interrupting me.

"You have only been helpful to me tonight," she said, "It's just still really hard for me." Her words were barely audible, whispered in the quietness of the room.

"If you don't want me in bed with you, I understand. I won't ever push you. As I said, Emma, I will prove to you who I am. I know the rumors and my actions have led you to question me, so I am well aware I have to work at this."

She shook her head, her tears glistening even in the darkness. "It's not that I don't trust you," she confessed, her hand trembling as she extended it towards me. In the dim light, I noticed tiny blue sparks, resembling electricity, dancing on her fingertips.

"Is that the power you spoke of?" I asked, a mix of curiosity and concern in my voice.

She nodded.

"So the potion your brother gave you," I said.

"It's not working anymore, but please don't get him. He will only worry more," she pleaded, her voice filled with concern. "I don't want him to always worry, as it stresses him," she admitted, her words tinged with a hint of sadness. As I stood up, the floor creaked beneath me, adding to the tension in the room.

"I can calm it, I know I can. So please don't worry as well," she said, her eyes searching mine.

"Stay in my bed with me, just try not to touch me," she requested, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Are you worried your power will hurt me?" I asked.

"You said as your mate, I can help you calm it, so let me try," I said, extending my hand towards her.

"Your human, Clay. I worry your body can't handle this," she expressed, her voice laced with hesitation.

"I can. I'm not as weak as you think. It would take a lot to cause me real harm," I reassured her, the conviction in my voice cutting through the uncertainty. After a moment of contemplation, she cautiously placed her hand in mine, and I could feel the electric current prickling against my skin, yet it did not hurt.

"See, not bad at all," I whispered, a smile playing on my lips. I noticed her body relaxing, the tension melting away like a distant memory. I never knew that simply holding someone's hand could bring them so much comfort.

In a swift motion, I lifted her from the ground, surprising her. The soft sound of her gasp filled the room."You fit perfectly in my arms, kind of addicting to carry," I confessed, my heart pounding in my chest.

Her robe was slightly open, and I saw that she had removed all her other clothes.

"You're going to be the death of me, Emma." I murmured.

Confusion crossed her face as she noticed my smile, and she asked, "I'm hurting you?" The concern in her voice mirrored the worry that lingered in the room.

"No," I chuckled, “far from it. You're just really testing my control, that's all," I said as I placed her on the bed. Earlier, when she was naked, my fear for her safety helped me remain focused solely on helping her. But right now, especially after experiencing how simply touching her helped her, seeing her yet again this way... well, I was losing it. She truly is perfection. Her body is a sight to behold - soft curves and smooth skin that I could spend my entire life kissing, feeling, and loving. And yet, I think I would still crave more.

I turned fast, the sound of my movement echoing in the room. "Are you not staying?" she asked.

"I'll get in the other side," I said, trying to hide the fact that my heart was pounding and my arousal was throbbing like no other right now. I don't think I've ever felt so aroused. I got in the bed and slightly pulled her cover over myself. She looked me over for a moment, and then a small smile formed on her face. She was up to something.

"I order you to stay still, Clay. You can't move at all," she said, her voice firm yet playful. I felt the warmth of the mark on me for a moment, a tingling sensation that made my skin come alive. And I knew, even if I wanted to, I couldn't move. I was bound to her.

She sat up and hovered over me, her robe completely parted now, letting me have a better view of her. But I couldn't move to touch her, and that right there was torture. "Emma," I said, happy I could at least still talk.

"I've never witnessed you trying to hide like you just did. It was kind of cute," she said as she put her hand on my body. Her touch, gentle yet electrifying, was only driving me more crazy right now. She trailed her hand down, pushing the cover away, and tracing the outline of my arousal through my pants. I groaned, unable to contain myself.

"I told you more than once now, Clay. Being close and intimate helps one heal. Not just that, for my kind, we crave it. We are very intimate creatures, especially with our mates. And wolf blood flows through you as well. I know you're trying to respect me more, but I've accepted you as my mate, Clay. So it's okay if you let that dominant, possessive side of yourself show more, because I know that's who you are. If it really does not hurt for you to touch me, then I want you to. I want to know that you're mine and I'm yours. I want you to prove to me through your actions that I'm the one you want when we are alone like this. So from now on, you have my permission. Don't hold yourself back," she said, her voice filled with desire and longing.

"I'll never order you like this again in private," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of desire and anticipation. Her eyes locked onto mine, their intense gaze igniting a fire within me.

“You can move freely now,” she said.

Without hesitation, I pulled her closer, feeling the softness of her skin against mine. As my hands brushed against the fabric of her robe, it slipped off effortlessly, revealing every inch of her exquisite beauty. In that moment, she became my world, and I vowed to fulfill her every desire.