Fated to a human

Liam POV  

My eyes were fixed on Haylie—I couldn't look away. The way her chest rose and fell, the faint, sexy smile playing on her lips—it was mesmerizing. To think I had done this to her, that I had shown her just a glimpse of what pleasure could be. 

 The real things I wanted to do to her were wild, but I would take my time. There was no rush. Those desires would have to wait for another moment. 

In the back of my mind, my wolf was restless, pacing and wagging his tail, urging me to take things further. 

 He wanted me to kiss her again, to make love to her right now. He was far more eager than I was. But I pushed him aside, determined to savor this moment with Haylie. 

"Did you like it ?" I asked softly. I knew it might seem like a silly question, but I needed to know—did I make her feel good? Did she enjoy it, especially for her first time? 

Her eyes met mine, a soft smile crossing her lips. "I liked it," she whispered, her voice warm and sincere. 

Hearing her say that sent a rush of warmth through me, and I felt my own lips curving into a smile. My ears burned at her words, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. 

"I like it when I'm touched by you," she added, her voice barely above a breath. 

My lips parted, and I stared at her in disbelief. Had I heard her, right? My breath caught in my throat, and my heart skipped a beat. She liked it? All this time, I'd been nervous, wondering if I'd done enough, if I'd done it right. 

"You like it?" I say, my voice warm but tinged with surprise. 

Haylie didn't respond with words. Instead, she closed the distance between us, and I felt my breathing grow heavier as she moved closer. 

 Her scent—soft and sweet, like daisies—filled the space between us, intoxicating me. 

I couldn't resist her any longer. My hand reached up, my fingers sliding gently into her hair as I cupped the side of her head. I pulled her closer, letting instinct take over as I leaned in and kissed her. 

My body craved her, the desire for her building to an almost unbearable intensity. She tasted like heaven, and the need to have more of her consumed me. 

Her touch was electric, her hands trailing down my bare skin and sending shivers through every fiber of my being. I kissed her deeper, unable to resist the pull between us. 

Then, I felt her hand at the waistband of my jeans. Before I fully registered her intentions, I heard the soft click of the button being undone, followed by the quiet hum of my zipper sliding down. The sensation of her hand slipping beneath my jeans and under my boxers made me shudder. 

A low, unintentional sound escaped me, almost a moan, as the intensity of her touch overwhelmed me. It forced me to break the kiss, her name spilling from my lips in a hushed breath. 

"Haylie," I whispered, my voice trembling. My breathing was heavy, my chest rising and falling as I tried to process the storm of sensations coursing through me. 

Our eyes locked, her emerald green gaze holding mine. There was so much love in her eyes—an unspoken depth that stole my breath away. Her lips, slightly parted and bitten with nervousness or anticipation, ignited something even deeper inside me. 

 She had no idea what she was doing to me, how dangerous her touch felt, as though it could unravel me completely. 

I tried to take a deep breath, but it wasn't working—every nerve in my body was taut, burning with an overwhelming fire of desire. 

 Her touch was electric, like flames dancing across my skin, igniting something deep within me. As her hand ventured lower, brushing against the most vulnerable part of me, I clenched my jaw, biting my lip hard to stifle the sound threatening to escape. 

 My wolf, Ace, growled in my mind, his instincts surging to the surface, desperate for release. 

Haylie's fingers hovered, delicate yet purposeful, grazing the sensitive spot that made my pulse race. My eyes locked on hers, pleading silently for mercy, but she wasn't making this easy. 

"You have to touch me," I rasped, the words spilling from my lips in a low, desperate moan, my breath heavy and uneven. Her hand traced over the hardness beneath my pants, teasing me with every lingering caress. 

"Do you like it?" she asked softly, her voice a mix of innocence and curiosity that only fueled the fire inside me. 

I licked my lips, trying to steady myself, but the sight of her—her flushed cheeks, the way her ears burned red, and the slight nervous bite of her own lips—was my undoing. 

 She was killing me, inch by tantalizing inch, and I knew we were playing a dangerous game. 

The growing need for her was almost unbearable, a burning ache that bordered on painful as her fingers traced over my hardness. 

Each touch sent a jolt through me, making it harder to contain the moan that threatened to escape. And then, just as I thought I couldn't take any more, her hand paused, slipping out of my jeans. A fleeting sense of relief washed over me—but it was short-lived. 

I felt her fingers tugging at the waistband of my jeans, her intention clear. Instinctively, my hand shot out, grabbing hers before she could go further. "Haylie," I rasped, my voice thick with emotion, "if you do that, I won't be able to control myself around you." 

Her lips parted, her eyes searching mine as she took in my words. "I want to touch you," she whispered softly, her voice trembling yet resolute, "the way you touched me." 

I swallowed hard, the lump of desire in my throat almost choking me. 

The restraint it took to hold back was agonizing, my body begging for her, for release. Slowly, I released her hand, letting it fall away, and leaned back against the couch. Dragging my hands through my hair in frustration, I let out a shaky breath. 

Why was this so hard? I'd been in situations far more tempting than this, but nothing—nothing—compared to this moment with her. 

She wasn't just any woman; she was Haylie, and everything about her unraveled me. 

I felt her presence beside me as she lay down on the couch, her warmth pressing gently against me. Her voice broke the silence, soft and uncertain. "Did I do something wrong?" she asked, her tone laced with vulnerability. 

I turned my head to meet her gaze, and our eyes locked. "You did nothing wrong," I said, my voice heavy with emotion. 

 The fire of need and desire still burned inside me, relentless and consuming. "I'm scared, Haylie. Scared that if you take my jeans off... I won't be able to control myself." 

 My words seemed to hit her deeply, and I saw the flicker of nervousness in her expression. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, an innocent gesture that only made the ache in my body more unbearable. The hardness pressing against my jeans was almost painful. 

I shifted, turning onto my side to face her. Slowly, I lifted my hand to her cheek, brushing my fingertips over her flushed skin. 

 Her warmth radiated beneath my touch, grounding me even as I teetered on the edge of losing control. 

"You are my everything Hayl's," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. 

My eyes searched hers, trying to convey the depth of my feelings. "I want you so badly right now, more than I can put into words... but I don't want to rush this. I don't want to rush us." 

Her wide eyes searched mine, and I could hear the erratic beat of her heart, each rhythm amplified by my heightened senses. 

My wolf stirred within me, attuned to her every movement, her every breath. She was nervous, but she trusted me, and that trust meant everything. 

I loved her with every fiber of my being, and that love fueled my resolve. No matter how much I craved her, protecting her—both her heart and her body—would always come first. 

Haylie POV 

The room fell into a comfortable silence, the soft hum of the cartoon playing on the big screen the only sound in the background. 

My gaze lingered on Liam, taking in his expression—the warmth in his eyes, the quiet strength in his presence. It hit me then, just how much he loved me, how deeply he respected me. That realization made me love him even more. 

Despite everything, he was patient and kind, holding himself back for my sake. His restraint, his tenderness, made my heart swell. He was a true gentleman, and knowing he valued me so much only deepened the trust between us. 

I shifted closer to him, the movement making me acutely aware of my bare skin. With only my bra on and no other fabric covering me, a blush crept up my cheeks. But it didn't feel wrong or uncomfortable. 

Being with Liam felt right, natural—even in this vulnerable state. I trusted him completely, and that trust made all the difference. 

I felt his strong arms encircle my waist, his touch warm and protective as he pulled me closer to him. My head rested against his chest, and for a moment, I simply listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. 

Tilting my head up, I caught his gaze, my heart fluttering. "I love you, Liam," I said softly, every word carrying the weight of my feelings. 

 I meant it with everything in me—every breath, every beat of my heart. 

A smile spread across his face, his eyes glowing with affection. I knew, in that moment, that he was the one. He was the first man I'd ever shared something this intimate with, and I couldn't imagine sharing it with anyone else. 

He would be also the only man in my life ever who I would share this intimate with. He was my world and hold my heart. I felt his lips press against my forehead then hear him whispered " I love you Haylie" 

His words touched something deep within me, and I pressed my head against his bare chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat echoing in my ear. 

 Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized this was the first time I'd felt this kind of closeness, so profound and comforting. I closed my eyes tightly, overwhelmed by the love and warmth that surrounded me. 

Liam made me feel like I belonged again, like I was whole. His warmth was soothing, and his arm around me felt like the safest blanket I'd ever known. 

"Haylie, maybe we should get dressed," Liam murmured softly, his voice a gentle warning. "I don't want you to catch a cold." 

I drew in a deep breath, reluctant to let go of the moment. 

 Rising slightly from his chest, I tucked my hair behind my ears and looked at him. A small smile curved my lips. "I was starting to enjoy being this close to you," I teased lightly. 

Liam chuckled, the sound low and rich, as he sat up beside me. "I know," he replied, his eyes warm with affection. "But I'd hate for you to get sick." 

He was right, of course. It was time to get dressed. 

I shifted off the sofa, gathering my scattered clothes. My cheeks flushed as I picked up my underwear, still damp from earlier, but I had no other choice. I slipped it on, followed by my shirt and jeans. 

 By the time I finished, Liam had already pulled his shirt over his head and was fully dressed, his gaze meeting mine with a soft smile. 

"Let me grab us some blankets," he said, rising to his feet. 

Now that he mentioned it, I noticed the chill settling into the room. A blanket sounded perfect. I nodded, watching him move with ease, his presence as comforting as ever. 

As he stepped away to find the blankets, I couldn't help but think about how lucky I was to have him—his warmth, his care, and the way he made me feel truly seen and cherished. 

He soon returned with a large, fluffy blanket that looked impossibly soft. "Now that's a big blanket," I said with a playful smile. 

Liam smirked, a glint of amusement in his eyes, as he unfolded the blanket. I hopped back onto the sofa, making room for him to join me. 

He settled in beside me, draping the blanket over both of us, its warmth instantly cocooning us. 

As soon as we were snug, I felt Liam's arms wrap around me, pulling me closer. I instinctively leaned into him, resting my head on his chest and cuddling against him as though he were a magnet I couldn't resist. 

His heartbeat, steady and soothing, reached my ear again, and I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the sound wash over me. 

 Everything about this moment felt perfect—being here with him, wrapped in the same soft blanket, surrounded by his warmth. 

"This," I thought, "is what happiness feels like." 

The night stretched on, peaceful and serene, and I couldn't imagine a better way to spend it than right here in Liam's arms.