Her Human His Lycan

Mine

Emma POV

I kept telling myself I was not to let him get this close right now, even if I needed him. The sight of him with Liz would only intensify the pain of our separation if I did. I reminded myself not to fall in love with him just yet, despite him being my mate. But no matter how much I desired to maintain a small distance, I couldn't resist. The reality was that, deep down, I longed for him to hold me, to kiss me. I yearned to feel our bond, to truly know every little thing about him. Each passing day only deepened my affection for him.

He was a sight to behold, his chiseled physique a testament to countless hours of hard work and dedication. Every muscle rippled under his taut, skin, evidence of the time he spent perfecting himself. But it wasn't just his body that caught my attention; his features were flawlessly symmetrical, every detail meticulously sculpted.

"He does not want to do anything that will make us push him away," Inara said softly in my mind. I could feel the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips, the slight stubble tickling my palm.

"Relax," I whispered.

"It's hard to relax when you're perfect," he murmured.

"You are strong, I won't deny that, stronger than me," he continued, his words laced with admiration. “But at the same time,” he said, “looking at you, you seem so fragile, so precious.”

"I'm not easy to break," I replied, a smile playing on my lips.

"No, I'm sure you're not," he said. His hands found their way to my body, his touch sending shivers down my spine. I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation of his fingertips against my skin, the soft pressure leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.

"I refuse to even cause a crack or a chip," he explained, his hands gliding against my skin with a gentle touch, as if he was committed to memorizing every intricate detail.

"I wish I could ask you to go into hiding right now, Emma," he murmured, his voice laced with concern. "Away from this campus, a place I can still find and be with you, yet I know you are safe. I am worried about you. The hunters, their obsession with you surpasses anything I've witnessed before."

"I don't want them ever getting their hands on you," he declared, his lips finding their way to my body. The touch of his lips against my skin ignited a wave of desire within me.

With a breathless response, I reached out, my hand trembling as it brushed against his pants, struggling to undo them. "Impatient all of a sudden," he chuckled, gently guiding my hand away.

"Don't move too fast, Emma. Let me make you feel good first," he whispered into my ear, his hands caressing my body.

"Is this how you were with the others?" I asked him, the words hanging in the air as he paused for a moment.

"It's just... well, for my kind, many of us wait for our mate," I explained, hoping to ease the weight of my question.

“So you were waiting for me.” he said and then surprised me by leaning in and kissing me. The sensation of his lips on mine was sudden and unexpected, sending a rush of warmth through my body. His grip tightened around me, his touch both comforting and possessive.

"I've never been in a relationship," he confessed.

"You, Emma, you're the only one I've ever wanted," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "Your lips are the first I crave, your body is the only one that has ever left me feeling satisfied. Yet, you also leave me constantly wanting more."

As his words sank in, I let my fingers explore his body, longing to understand every inch of him. Tracing my finger along his side, I noticed a slight shiver running through him. Looking up, I caught a glimpse of a mischievous smile on his face.

"You're ticklish," I laughed, seizing the opportunity. With both hands, I swiftly grabbed his sides, causing him to burst into laughter. It was a moment of playful vulnerability between us, a shared intimacy that deepened our connection.

"You're in for it now," he finally managed to breathe out, his grip tightening as he pushed me into the mattress. He lowered his pants, revealing his exposed self to me. In that moment, I was no longer the only one baring it all. We were both vulnerable, both craving each other's touch.

"I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you, Emma," he confessed, his voice filled with a mix of desire and possessiveness. "I've never felt jealousy or possessiveness before, but with you, I want you all to myself. No one else can touch you but me."

His words washed over me like a gentle caress, igniting a sense of pleasure deep within.

He moved his mouth down my body, planting gentle kisses and leaving a trail of tingling sensations. Every touch, every nibble sent shivers down my spine as I arched my body towards him, craving more.

His fingers grazed against my entrance, igniting a moan that escaped my lips. The sweet scent of anticipation filled the air as he whispered, his voice dripping with desire. "You're already dripping for me, and I haven't even taken you yet," he said, his words sending a wave of need crashing over me.

He leaned in, his voice now low and husky, demanding an answer. "Tell me, Emma. Tell me I'm the only one who can ever have you," he pleaded.

My heart raced as I responded, my voice trembling. "Only you, Clay," I managed to say, though it came out as a breathless yelp.

As he pushed his fingers into me, my senses heightened, yearning for more. "Hurry up and put it in," I impatiently urged him.

His laughter filled the room, a deep, seductive sound that made my pulse quicken. "If that's what you wish for, I don't want to disappoint," he replied with a smirk.

He moved towards where he had tossed his pants, and confusion filled my mind.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Protection," he said, his eyes twinkling.

I couldn't bear the distance between us any longer. I pulled my arms around him, urging him to come closer. "You don't need it. I'm no longer in heat," I confessed. His lips met mine again, a passionate meeting of desires.

I could feel him positioning himself, the anticipation building within me. And then, in one swift motion, he gave me exactly what I craved. He thrust into my body, filling me in just the right way. A moan escaped my lips, muffled by the intensity of our kiss, as pleasure consumed every inch of my being.

The way he moved within me sent shivers down my spine, igniting a fire of desire that consumed me. Every brush of his lips against mine was electrifying, causing my lips to part and a soft moan to escape my quivering mouth.

I could feel the intense pleasure coursing through my body as he held me close, our fingers intertwining in a tight grip. The sound of his voice, deep and passionate, filled the air, mixing with the rhythm of our bodies colliding in a symphony of ecstasy.

“You’re so f*****g hot, Emma. You’re driving me crazy,” he groaned.

The scent of our passion hung heavily in the room, a heady combination of sweat and arousal. As he continued to thrust into me, waves of pleasure washed over me, causing my fluids to gush in a moment of utter bliss. Our eyes locked, connecting on a primal level, as I whispered, “You’re mine.”

His response was a low, seductive murmur, “I’m yours, Emma,” fueling the fire that burned between us. With each powerful thrust, he found the perfect spot within me, again and again, driving me to the brink of euphoria.

His chiseled physique commanded attention, each muscle defined and rippling with every movement.

The soft rhythm of our breaths intertwined, blending with the gentle whispers of pleasure and the occasional gasp of delight.

The room trembled with our passion, each thrust a seismic quake. Sweat glistened on our entwined bodies, an intoxicating mix of desire and sin. His touch ignited flames that licked across my skin, scorching me with a primal hunger.

The world blurred around us, nothing existing except the primal dance of our bodies in the darkness. The air crackled with my electricity, the crescendo building as we pushed each other to the edge. And in that moment, as ecstasy consumed us, we became one, lost in a whirlwind of pleasure and primal release.

He held onto me tightly, our bodies pressed together for what felt like an eternity. The fear of losing me was evident in his grasp. When he finally withdrew, he kept me close, his touch lingering on my skin. Inara's presence grew stronger, her energy pulsating through me, urging me to mark him. But I knew it wouldn't work with the slave mark.

Clay's hand brushed against my face, his concern evident. "Are you alright? Was I too rough?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine care.

"You were perfect," I whispered, my hand guiding our position so that I was now on top. The sound of his racing heartbeat filled my ears, his eyes filled with curiosity as I explored his body with my fingertips.

A small smile formed on my lips as I teased, "There's the wolf blood in you." He responded with a husky voice, "More like you're the only one who has ever made my heart pound like this."

Inara pushed forward, trying to take control, causing me to lean in and inhale his scent, his neck tempting me. "Do I smell delicious?" he joked.

"Very," I replied, stopping myself. As much as Inara desired it, the slave mark prevented our bond from fully forming, and our mark could potentially harm him because of it.

His throbbing aroussal pressed against me, causing a rush of warmth to surge through my body.

I guided myself onto him, feeling the electric sensation of our connection once again. He let out a deep, groan, his voice filled with a mixture of desire and disbelief. "You really are something else," he managed to utter, his words barely audible amidst the symphony of sensations.

I, now in complete control, could feel his hands gripping my hips. The room was filled with a tantalizing silence, broken only by our heavy breathing and the rhythmic sounds of our bodies colliding. As I moved with an increasing intensity, hitting deep spots within me that had me screaming in ecstasy.

We reveled in the taste, touch, and scent of each other's bodies, indulging in hours of passionate connection.

As our bodies entwined, I could sense the intoxicating aroma of his scent. The softness of his skin against mine, the sensation of his fingertips tracing delicate patterns on my back.

In the quiet moments between our whispers and sighs, unspoken promises hung in the air. We both knew that our love had to remain hidden for now, but the depth of our connection fueled our determination to seize every stolen moment together. I could feel the weight of his embrace, his arms wrapped tightly around me, as if he never wanted to let go.

Amidst our exhaustion, he held me close, his touch offering solace and security. His voice, a gentle murmur against my ear, carried a mixture of longing and determination.

"I may still desire vengeance for my family, but there is something even more important to me, and that is you. I will not lose what we have, nor will I ever disappoint you. Emma, you are the most important person in my life. You mean everything to me. So, please remember, during our times apart, that you hold my heart in your hands. You hold my life," he said.

As sleep beckoned, I surrendered to the warmth and safety of his arms, his heartbeat lulling me into a peaceful slumber. In that moment, I knew that he held not only my body but also my heart and soul as well.