The Lycan’s Human Mate

I instinctively reach over for Jaidyn’s body as I wake up, feeling both refreshed and sleepy from the events of the last night. It seems as though she should be in my bed with me at all times, yet her side is empty, the blankets are pulled back, and the sheets are unruly.

But then I pick up a few hints of noise coming from the kitchen. The room is filled with the scent of coffee.

I was always craving to claim and brand her whenever I managed to get inside of her luscious cunt.

But I was growing better at self-control, and perhaps my inner wolf had also decided to hold off on telling everyone about her until her parents arrived. I can restrain myself from marking her, baring my fangs, or even turning my eyes a golden color because of this.

The last thing I wanted to do was to mess things up and unintentionally disclose myself to her. The best course of action was for her parents to explain everything to her, and I also made a promise to Jane. I have to uphold that.

I glance at the time. Not as early as I prefer to wake up. I go in the shower and allow the steam and water to entirely wake me up. The idea of her still sends blood racing directly to my cock, leaving me with a rock-hard.

“You know, I can help you with that,”

Turning around, I notice Jaidyn standing there in my robe. I scented her and heard her steps from downstairs even before she barged in here in the bathroom. And I waited for her to talk, having an intense desire to hear her voice.

The robe is short on me, but it’s so large on her that it touches the floor. It’s not cuffed and hangs open, exposing a portion of her bare figure underneath. She was such a little tease.

Even after spending so much time with her, it still astounds me how her outwardly kind and innocent face can transform into a vixen who knows just how to ensnare me in her web and make me worship her.

And I can’t be f*cking bothered by anything.

Her tongue slithers across her lips as she inspects my rock-hard cock her eyes are fixed on me.

She has lips that are kiss-bruised and rosy. She watches me as she carefully removes the robe from her shoulders. I feel like engaging in shower sex. Finally, she lets it fall to the ground and stands naked in front of me.

“Such a little tease,” I said as the scent of her arousal made me even needier to bury myself deep in her. With that thought, I drew her in close and kissed her hungrily on the lips.

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Jaidyn’s POV

He pulled up his fancy black Ranger in front of the library. He grabbed my wrist and dragged me toward him, pressing his lips on mine just as I was about to unlock the vehicle door. I smiled as we kissed passionately, remembering what we had done all night and this morning.

Yes, my body was sore but in good places and I don’t have any complaints about it because he was simply good at making me scream his name in every pleasurable way. He was awakening a side of me that I was unfamiliar with.

I want to savor this sensation right up to the day I make the decision to leave.

When we parted, I gave him another kiss on his cheek and mumbled, “Bye”

He got down first and went to my side to open my door for me. He followed as I exited the car and moved toward the library’s door. I looked at him.

I muttered, “Take care on your way”

He slid his arm around my waist and drew me close before planting a kiss on my forehead. He nodded. As soon as his lips brush my temple, I automatically close my eyes.

That is something he truly enjoys doing, and I’m beginning to like it too.

“See you later,” he whispered.

I waved at him as he got into his car and sped off. I headed towards the library. And just like yesterday, I didn’t see anyone, nor did Mrs. Olga.

I sighed and looked down at my watch, “Am I too early?”

It was already 10. I went farther inside and took my time, strolling and admiring the huge book racks. I was ready to turn around when my eyes caught sight of a stand on the side with a statue positioned above it as I approached the last bookshelf on the first floor. It was in the dark part. When I got a better look at the statue, I scowled. It had the outline of a wolf, and its eyes were highlighted in a golden color, much like the books I had discovered in Traian’s home.

I took a glance at the wall that was behind the stand.

My heart was pounding wildly in my chest, and I had a nagging suspicion that this statue was more than just a pretty adornment.

With that thought, I held the statue and tried to move it but it was fixed on the stand. Maybe I’m mistaken. I gave it another shot, but nothing happened. I sighed and placed my right hand on the carved crescent moon next to the wolf statue. My hand suddenly sank a little, and I unintentionally put a lot of weight on it. I was so shocked that I accidentally smacked the statue with my hands as I quickly yanked them back.

I grunted, massaging my hand to ease the sting, and whispered, “What the hell”

I continued doing that for a few seconds till a loud noise caught my attention. Behind the statue, the wall begins to move, revealing a door. My eyes widened. I turned to look behind me to see if anyone was there. Fortunately, there were none.

I gulped, contemplating whether to go in or not. When I moved ahead till I was in front of the hidden entrance, my hold on my bag grew tighter. I stepped inside further. When I turned to look behind me in response to another movement, I was met by the wall closing in once more. I kept a close eye on it until the area I was in became completely dark.

I took a deep breath as I began to feel anxious, but when that didn’t even work, I was on the verge of shouting when the lights came on. When I raised my head, I noticed that the entire area was illuminated by light bulbs.

I exhaled a breath of relief and mumbled “Oh my god”

I was so close to freaking out and yes, the light definitely saved me.

I inhaled deeply and turned the doorknob to let myself inside. And the sight of other rows of bookshelves astounded me. I went inside and peered at the thick, antique volumes. There was a table and a few seats crafted in a traditional look. Dust clung to my skin as I moved my fingers from the table to the chair.

What is this place? A hidden library?

I moved up to one of the shelves and began to read the titles when I realized that they were not in English. I searched other bookcases for something I could read among the languages I was comfortable with.

When I reached the last row, my eyes sparkled at the books that were written in Greek words. There are a lot of them and I skimmed the titles when my eyes zeroed in on the books that have the word ‘Shifters’ attached to their titles.

I was confident in the Greek language as it was one of the five languages I took courses on and self-learn. It’s just a pastime that I picked up once when I was bored, and it pushes me to learn new things. And that was among the wisest choices I ever made.

I pulled it out and gave the book a quick dusting before heading over to the table. I dragged a chair over and settled in while I turned the pages of the book.

And I never thought that reading it would change everything.