Her Human His Lycan

City

Clay

I didn't want to leave her, but I knew well I needed to play my part right now. As I lay in the bed, awake, I could see Emma sleeping peacefully against me. I could hear the faint sound of her breaths, a soothing rhythm that lulled me into a sense of calm.

This moment was all so new to me, yet at the same time, it felt so right. I've never been one to cuddle or sleep with someone this way. The warmth of her body pressed against mine, the feeling of her skin against me was electrifying, igniting a fire within me that I had never experienced before. Every touch, every movement, stirred a deep desire within me.

Unable to resist any longer, I moved my hand gently against her, reveling in the amazing sensation of touching her like this. She stirred slightly in response, a soft murmur escaping her lips. "Morning Clay," she whispered, her voice filled with sleepiness and contentment. As I cupped her breast in my hand, I could feel the softness and weight of it, relishing in the way her n****e hardened under my touch.

My arousal pressed against her, perfectly positioned between her legs from the way we slept. The heat radiating from her body made me ache with need, as if her very essence was begging me to satisfy her once again. I kissed her neck, savoring the delicate moan that escaped her lips. With my hand moving down her body, I brushed my fingers against her entrance, feeling the wetness that already coated her. It was as if her body was urging me on, inviting me to explore further.

"Can I?" I asked, my voice filled with desire.

"Yes," she breathed out, her voice a mere whisper. Without hesitation, I pushed my fingers into her, reveling in the way she moved against them. She was soaked, a clear indication of how much she desired me.

"f**k, you turn me on like no other," I groaned, unable to contain my lust.

With a swift motion, I removed my fingers and guided her leg up against me. I positioned myself at her entrance, feeling the heat and wetness that welcomed me. As I thrust into her, filling her once more, a surge of pleasure coursed through my veins. I kept one hand on her lower body, feeling the way she responded to my touch. The other hand remained on her breast, relishing in the softness and weight of it.

Her sweet voice filled the room again, a symphony of pleasure and desire. "So me f*****g you really does heal you," I murmured against her ear, my voice filled with a mix of awe and satisfaction.

"Yes," she breathed out, her voice filled with a mix of pleasure and need.

"Good, because I intend to fill you like this whenever we have time together," I groaned against her, overwhelmed by the intensity of our connection. The way she consumed me, body and soul, drove me wild with desire.

I'll admit, my size has left many girls struggling to handle all of me. However, when it came to Emma Well, I could fill her deep, stretching her as much as I desired, for she simply cried out in pleasure as I thrust into her.

Her body was made for me. The room was filled with the sound of our bodies colliding, a rhythmic symphony of moans and gasps. The scent of arousal hung heavy in the air, intoxicating my senses. "I want to go harder, but stop me if I hurt you," I said to her.

When I slammed myself into her, she let out a yelp of surprise, leading me to hold back momentarily.

"No, keep going harder," she moaned, her words fueling my own pleasure.I wanted to make her body shudder, to feel her release against me. And when it happened, when her orgasm washed over her, I felt a deep satisfaction coursing through my veins. It was yet again a new sensation for me, to care about a woman's pleasure.

I intended to make her body feel f*****g incredible, so I decided to go above and beyond. "Harder Clay, don't be gentle,"she cried. I could feel the warmth of her mark on me, urging me to comply. It made me chuckle a little, and I obliged and picked up my pace. Finally, I released deep within her and held her close, allowing our bodies to calm before gently lifting her from the bed.

"Time to shower," I said, reluctantly breaking the intimate moment. "As much as I hate to say it, class is soon."

She nodded in understanding, her eyes reflecting the same reluctance. "We can do this," she reassured me. "It's just as hard for me, trust me."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself as I spoke the name that made me uneasy. "I take it you'll be sitting with Ryan?"

She nodded again. "I'm sure I will be." she said.

"My brother spoke with him. Although I'm not a fan of all he has said, my brother believes he is nothing but an ally and friend. It is not his pack associating with the hunters. Ryan is soon to be Alpha and seen by much of his pack as the Alpha already. My brother believes his actions have been only to protect me, including him telling you to reject me," she said to me.

"Yet, as you told me, rejecting you would harm you, even kill you," I said with a hint of worry.

"As I said, I'm special. That knowledge you now have remains between the two of us. Or you may speak to my brother about it. Ryan has no idea, you see most can have a second chance or take a chosen mate," she explained.

"I still don't like him so close to you."I admitted.

I put my hands on her, gently gripping her shoulders, making her look into my eyes. "The hunters know he is a wolf," I explained.

"They are already suspicious of you, Emma," I continued. "They have weapons now that can determine if one is a wolf," I warned.

"I take a potion that hides my nature, made by a strong immortal witch," she said, her words carrying a hint of confidence.

"I'll be safe, Clay," she assured me. "But I will also take your words to heart and practice extra caution."

We hurriedly took a shower together. I checked my phone afterwards, the faint buzzing filling the room, indicating Liz's imminent arrival. Time seemed to slip away as we embraced, knowing that we had to part once again. "I'll see you later, Clay," Emma said. I quickly dressed as her brother appeared at her door, surprising me.

"Perfect timing," I said, marveling at the synchronicity.

"Emma told me you had to get going," he said.

Noah took me into the hallway, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any prying eyes. He closed Emma's door. "As my sister said, be safe," he said. "You're Emma's mate, you are family now," he continued, his voice filled with sincerity. "Keep making her happy, for she means everything to me," he added.

I nodded, the weight of his words sinking in. "Don't worry, she already is my world. I will keep her safe," I vowed. We parted ways, and I hurriedly made my way to my apartment and changed into fresh clothing and then headed to class, sticking to my usual routine to avoid raising suspicion.

I entered the classroom. Emma sat with Ryan in the front, their hushed whispers barely audible over the hum of conversation. I took a seat in the middle. Liz's little wannabe squad sat behind me, their giggles and whispers forming a constant background noise.

"So, is it true you and Liz are getting married?" one of them asked me, their words breaking through the ambient noise. I turned to face them, my gaze steady. "None of your business," I responded, my voice laced with a hint of annoyance.

The professor began the class, his voice echoing through room. I hastily scribbled notes, my pen scratching against the paper. I focused intently, the weight of my gaze fixed on Emma, who was fully engaged in the lesson. The sight of her rapt attention sparked a newfound motivation within me. I yearned to connect with her on a deeper level, to discuss her interests and share my own.

As the class came to an end, Melody lingered by the door, her demeanor clearly distressed. Emma rose from her seat and disappeared with her. Moments later, Liz arrived.

"Come on, Clay, we're going shopping," she insisted.

"I don't have time for shopping. Go by yourself." I responded.

"My daddy insists." Liz smirked and retorted.

"You speak like a f*****g toddler." I muttered. I made sure my words were not loud enough to cause a scene.

"Car's outside." Liz said. She quickly excused herself from her friends, uttering the word "wedding business," causing them to swoon mindlessly. We left the building and entered one of her luxurious cars, driven by a chauffeur.

"We have a mission," Liz declared as she handed me a file. "A few new faces arrived in the city yesterday. One of them is Flint, believed to work closely with the Lycan King and Queen. We managed to obtain a photo of a woman traveling with him, potentially Bryn, an immortal witch and Flint's partner. It is suspected that they are here for the Lycan princess. Our task is to gather information by going to the city where they were spotted. We must be cautious and keep hunters on their trail at all times."

As the car accelerated, I maintained my composure. "So, Flint is a lycan?" I inquired.

Liz nodded, "It is assumed, but not confirmed. He rarely shows himself in this realm. Most of our knowledge comes from captive sources. Tracking him and the witch will lead us to the princess. I can't wait to personally capture and deliver her to my father," she said with a sinister grin. Little did she know, I would never allow harm to come to Emma. Liz would meet her demise at my hands before she could lay a finger on her.

"You seem off," Liz remarked, sensing something amiss.

"Just tired, that's all. Didn't sleep well," I lied, attempting to conceal my true feelings.

Liz's face softened as she suggested, "Well, we can fix that. My father insists you move into the estate with me."

"No, thanks. I perform best when I can be in the vicinity of my work. If your father wants me at my best, I'll keep my own place." I demanded. Liz's expression turned sour, clearly displeased with my decision.

"You are to be my husband," she huffed, her voice laced with annoyance.

"Only on paper, sweetheart," I replied. I could feel the warmth of her hand as it slid up my pants pissing me off.

"I am familiar with my contract with the hunters. Love cannot be forced. I will not share a bed with you or show you affection like a husband would. I despise every part of you, as you know. Let's focus on completing this job. Less talking, more working," I said.

Her eyes locked with mine, filled with a mix of defiance and power. "If you haven't learned by now, Clay," she said, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper."My father's authority surpasses any contract, so if I demand you to f**k me, you will have no choice but to obey, or face the consequences from the entire hunters council. However, rest assured, I do not require your body at this moment. Save your performance for our wedding night," she declared.

“You must be really desperate. Let me guess, every man on campus has already had a taste of your p***y, and now they’re all running away,” I stated.

She fell silent, her eyes scanning the surroundings, as we reached the bustling city. The sound of honking cars and distant chatter filled the air, mixing with the faint aroma of street food. As we stepped out of the car, the bustling energy of the city surrounded us. "Here we are," she whispered, her voice barely audible amidst the urban symphony.

Pointing to a hotel just a block away, she suggested, "They might be staying there. Skade believes you're his best tracker. Don't disappoint. My father doesn't tolerate failure." The weight of her words settled upon me, amplifying the tension in the air. My tracking skills are excellent, but I’ve always sensed something odd around shifters, except Emma, probably because of her potion. Now, I’m certain it’s because of what Emma said: I’m part wolf.

"Go ahead, do your shopping or whatever s**t you like," I snapped at Liz, my voice laced with frustration. She let out a mocking laugh, her eyes glinting with amusement. The sight of her smug expression only fueled my irritation.

"Your father despises failure, and you, my dear, are nothing but a distraction," I continued, my words tinged with bitterness. The scent of her perfume lingered in the air, a sickly sweet aroma that only added to my displeasure. I had no qualms about informing him that I couldn't focus with her around, disrupting my concentration.

"If you want me to gather the necessary information, if you want me to locate our targets like I've done countless times before," I emphasized, my voice filled with certainty, "it's clear why he brought me on board. Your obsession with me, although an added bonus for your popularity or whatever nonsense, is not his primary reason for hiring me. No weapon compares to my skills."

I watched as she scoffed, the sound grating on my nerves. "Fine," she relented, her voice laced with annoyance. "But don't ignore my calls," she added, her words trailing behind me as I turned and walked away. I needed to gather just enough intelligence to satisfy the hunters, while ensuring that none of it would lead them to Emma or any of the current targets.

Fun.