Her Human His Lycan

Heat

Clay POV

I was seething with anger, my fury palpable in the air around me. For years, I had carried the belief that the wolves were solely responsible for the tragic demise of my family. But now, the truth had shattered my perception. It was the very man who had raised me. I could feel the weight of his actions, as if his every step echoed through my bones, reminding me of the twisted game he played by keeping me alive as a twisted trophy.

Confusion clouded my mind, leaving me grasping for answers. Was Emma right? Had my parents actually been aiding the hybrids? The wolves may have carried out the act, but it was Skade who had given the order. Did this mean the hunters were to blame, working in league with the rogue wolves? I yearned for the truth, a truth that seemed elusive and uncertain.

Yet, even amidst this chaos, I couldn't dismiss the urgency to protect Emma. The revelation that she was the princess, the one Skade desperately sought, remained fresh in my mind. What did he truly want with her? I couldn't let them have her. The room I was confined in felt stifling, the walls closing in around me. I had never been one to tolerate prolonged periods of confinement, and this situation tested my limits.

As I reflected on my actions, I acknowledged that I deserved to be here. I was fortunate not to be held in a true cell, aware of the privilege that granted me. She had saved me, and I knew it. Yet, uncertainty gnawed at me, consuming my thoughts. What was to become of me now? Madness threatened to consume me in her absence, leaving me desperate for her return.

The sound of footsteps interrupted my spiraling thoughts, signaling the arrival of the witch with my meager meal. Hope flickered within me, hoping that Emma would walk through that door. But she never did. I understood her resentment towards me, and I couldn't blame her. Still, an inexplicable force pulled me towards her, driving me to the brink of insanity.

When she finally did enter, her voice cut through the air like a frigid gust of wind, stabbing at my heart with its coldness. I was nothing more than a prisoner in her eyes. And a part of me, a part that I struggled to comprehend, accepted that fate. I was okay with the knowledge that I may never regain my freedom if it meant being near her.

When I finally got to be alone with her, the dimly lit room intensified the tension in the air. Her demeanor changed slightly, and I could hear the subtle shift in her voice from a cold edge to a warm tone. It was then that I realized just how much she was struggling with everything. The room felt heavy with the weight of our emotions.

I had lost everything I cared about in this world, but when she entered, a glimmer of hope flickered within me. I couldn't bear to lose her, even if I was her prisoner. Determination surged through me as I kissed her, pulling her tightly into my embrace. The softness of her delicate lips and the sweetness of her breath overwhelmed my senses. Pressed against me, her body felt warm, almost feverish, sparking concern in me.

As our kiss deepened, I expected her to push me away, but instead, she responded eagerly, her lips moving against mine. Her body pressed closer to mine, intensifying the electric connection between us. However, just as I broke the kiss to check on her well-being, she went limp in my arms. Worried, I swiftly lifted her and carried her to the bed. Her parted lips gasped for air as her chest rose and fell rapidly.

Panicked, I rushed to the door, desperately calling for help. Fortunately, the witch Jennifer arrived swiftly, her presence bringing a sense of relief. She glanced at Emma lying on the bed and murmured, "Stubborn girl."

"She's sick and needs help."I said worried.

Jennifer left the room momentarily without saying a word and returned, tossing a box to me. I looked at it with surprise, realizing she had given me a box of condoms.

"I can read people well," Jennifer explained, "and although you messed up big time, I don't think you'll hurt the princess. She's in heat, and her refusal to act on it has led to this. She's not dying, but it will become more painful for her if she continues to resist. I'm not suggesting you force yourself on her, but try to convince her to accept your help. She needs you now, even if she's not ready to forgive or accept you.”

"What is heat?" I asked her, hoping to glean more knowledge about werewolves and lycans.

"A female wolf or lycan goes into what is called heat after sensing their mate," she began to explain. "Typically, it doesn't happen until they do something to trigger the bond, even as small as a kiss. It's their bodies' way of urging them to complete a bond and, well, reproduce. The only thing that will calm her heat is to act on natural instinct. In other words, there is no medicine or potion that can help her right now."

"Again, I'm not saying to force her, absolutely don't do that," she cautioned. Her voice had a gentle urgency, like a whisper in the wind. My eyes briefly met Emma's figure on the bed, her body writhing in discomfort. The sight of her struggling was both heartbreaking and arousing, a conflicting mix of emotions.

"I'm honestly surprised she hasn't pounced on you yet, her lycan is probably going wild within her," she said as she turned and left, the sound of the door closing echoing in my ears before I could ask more

I shook my head in disbelief, the reality of the situation sinking in. I looked at Emma lying on the bed, her presence filling the room with a mix of tension and desire. I wanted to earn her forgiveness, but this was no way to start. Although I longed for her touch, the ache in my body was almost unbearable.

I walked over to the bed, the soft fabric beneath my fingertips, as I placed the condom box on the small table nearby. I brushed my hand against her head, eliciting a soft moan from her lips as she arched her body.

"I know it will take time, and I accept that," I whispered, my voice filled with sincerity. "I won't even fight the punishment that was chosen for me, that's how much I want you, Emma. If you have to mark me as a slave for what I did, I'll accept it. I'll do whatever you order, in hopes that you'll give me a chance." As I spoke, I gently brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face, my fingertips tingling with the softness of her skin. She surprised me by grabbing my hand, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through my body.

Her eyes locked with mine, filled with a mixture of sadness and anger.

"I am upset over what you did," she began, her voice wavering slightly. "I'm upset I could not stop you before damage was done. If I had, tomorrow would not happen."

I could feel a knot forming in my stomach as she continued. "I don't wish to inflict pain on you," she explained, her voice tinged with a touch of sorrow. "But if I do nothing at all, it will cause more danger for you."

"Tell me exactly what they will do to me tomorrow, Emma," I asked.

"Right here is where they will mark you," she said. "They will cut you and speak a spell, creating a symbol on your body."

"It is a mark not used often," she continued, her voice tinged with regret. "It takes away one's freedom, as if you are permanently shackled." The weight of her explanation settled on my chest.

As I moved my hand over hers, a mix of emotions flooded over me. Fear, regret, and a faint glimmer of hope.

"I know you may not trust my words," I said, my voice trembling slightly, "but I would never harm you, Emma. Even without the mark, I won't fight tomorrow. I'll accept my punishment." A small smile graced her lips, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. It was a relief to see her smile again.

"For tonight," she spoke softly, her voice filled with a mix of longing and caution, "I'll allow you to satisfy the fire that burns within me. Though I've tried to resist, I can't. Tonight, I'll forget the pain and let myself feel what it's like to be with my mate. But come morning, we'll return to the reality of our current situation. You'll need to earn my forgiveness and trust before another night like this can happen, or before I fully accept you." Her words hung in the air, a delicate balance between vulnerability and strength.

As she pushed herself up, her touch ignited a trail of heat along my skin. Her lips met mine once again, her hand exploring the fabric of my pants, tracing the outline of my throbbing arousal.

There was no denying the desire she stirred within me, the intensity of my want for her in this moment. I knew that crossing this line with her would only deepen my craving. In my heart, I knew she was the only one I would ever want. No one else could satisfy me the way she did, no other woman could ignite a fire within me and make my heart race like this.

In the past, s*x had been nothing more than a means to satisfy a fleeting urge, a momentary pleasure. But with her, it was different. It was about claiming her body, imprinting myself on her soul. I pushed my hand against the hem of her shirt, feeling the softness of her skin against my palm as I removed it from her body. She was perfect, her body arching closer to mine with just the touch of my fingers against her skin.

With a newfound gentleness, I kissed her lips once more, my hands moving behind her to unhook her bra. As it fell to the ground, I trailed my mouth down her body, the taste of her skin lingering on my tongue. I teased her n****e with my tongue, my fingers playing with the other, as waves of pleasure and desire consumed us both.

She moaned softly, her breath hitching in the air, as she shifted on the plush bed beneath us. The sound of her pleasure filled the room, mingling with the faint rustle of sheets. I leaned in, my lips tracing a path along the delicate fabric of her pants, feeling the warmth radiating from her skin. Slowly, I slid them off, revealing her nakedness to me in all its glory. The sight of her, completely exposed and vulnerable, took my breath away.

Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer, her touch both tender and strong. I could feel the strength in her embrace, a surprising contrast to her outward appearance. As I explored her body with my lips, she cried out, her voice filled with a mix of pleasure and longing. My hand trailed down her body, the sensation of her soft skin beneath my fingers sending shivers down my spine. I could feel her wetness, evidence of her desire, as I brushed against her entrance.

Feeling a surge of need, I rose from the bed, my mouth leaving a trail of kisses along her thighs. She clawed at the sheets, her every movement a testament to the overwhelming pleasure she was experiencing.

I gently ran my fingertips along her entrance. The sensation elicited a soft gasp from her lips, as if a melody escaped her mouth. With a surge of desire, I inserted two fingers, feeling the tightness and heat enveloping them. The sound of her pleasure echoed in the air, mixing with the rapid thumping of my heart. Every stroke, every movement seemed to ignite her passion, making her body quiver with delight. As I withdrew my fingers, a trail of wetness clung to them, a testament to her arousal. Without hesitation, I continued my exploration with my eager mouth, savoring the taste and texture.

With each flick of my tongue, I could sense her growing desperation.

"I need you," she cried out, her hand reaching out towards me as I lowered my pants. I could feel my own desire burning through me, a raging fire that demanded release. Hastily, I fumbled with the condom box, my fingers trembling as I tore open the packaging.

I positioned myself above her, her lower body lifted against mine, and plunged into her depths. She cried out once more, her body writhing as she sought comfort in our connection. I could feel the tightness surrounding me, unexpected and intense. Our eyes locked, and in that moment, I saw a tear glistening in hers.

"You're a virgin," I whispered, shock in my voice.