Eighteen

**WARNING - This chapter contains sexual content not suitable for readers under 18. Reader's discretion is advised.** 

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Amira is shocked to hear how desperate Calix sounds, not expecting him to react like this to her just asking for space, but she also can't bear to see him look so broken, reminding her of a whimpering puppy being told to leave the bedroom. 

      She holds back a snicker and caves. 

      "Why exactly am I here, what is the great danger you're keeping from me?" 

      He lifts his head and his honey-brown eyes light up a little. 

      "Because I feel this is the best place where I know I can keep you safe, but I promise you aren't a prisoner here. You can come and go from this room as you please, I just advise telling me if you want to wander outside of the house, and you'll be going to school on Monday and every other day, we can even grab your car for you to use." 

      "Why do you need to keep me safe?" 

      Calix laughs and kisses her fingers, still gripping her hand. 

      "Because I am a hated and feared man, sweetheart. Many people are waiting for me to fall and some of them are waiting for the opportunity. I have yet to identify the stranger lurking outside your house and how they knew it was yours unless they are someone who as close access to you, someone like the new kid in town," he grumbles the last part. 

      "I get your point and it is valid, but I can't just stay here without telling my parents anything. I'll still be just as safe at home, and can't you sense if I'm in danger through the mate bond or whatever?" she argues. 

      He continues to look at her with a desperate plea in his eyes. 

      "Amira, after what happened last night, I will continue to lose my mind until I finally snap and go insane with worry. Like you lovingly pointed out before, I can't continue to stay in the Greybane Pack territory forever and I have to return here, but it's too far for the weak state of our bond to even work. Which is why I want you here, with me, at least until I know you're safe at home." 

      She frowns, understanding where he is coming from but not convinced that he is telling the full truth. He can sense this from her and climbs onto the bed to face her completely, grabbing her by the hips to pull her onto his lap. 

      "You have no idea the panic and fear I felt when Malachi told me that there was trouble, but I could feel nothing when it came to how you were feeling or where you even were. Please, don't ever make me feel that helpless and blind again." 

      Her hands have a mind of their own and due to the unconscious thought of wanting to comfort him, she places her hands on either side of his face and lean her forehead against his. Calix leans into the palm of her hand, nuzzling his cheek against her to feel how soft her skin is. 

      "You said that mates complete their bond when they first mate and that strengthens it to help them work better as one, I assume. I remember when Isaac and Eris first saw each other, she didn't hesitate to throw herself at him and he recognized her as his mate right away. Why isn't our bond the same as that? Why is it so weak?" 

      He kisses her palm before pulling back. "Because you are a human and you aren't meant to feel the bond of werewolves, but the Gods have a funny way of playing with people, and every now and then a werewolf will find their mate in a human or another creature different from our race." 

      "Is there anyway to try and make it stronger?" 

      "Well," he says wiggles his brows a little. "Through every physical and sexual connection, we've experienced. Meaning every kiss, short or long, has helped strengthen our bond even just a little. One can assume that with further contact, our bond will only strengthen more. You probably haven't noticed the change because you've been refusing to acknowledge it." 

      She jokingly slaps his chest. "Is this another attempt to finally get laid? Because it's not working." 

      The smile falters on his face. "Amira, I haven't acted in the same way that other male werewolves have. I didn't live the same way as Isaac did."

      "What do you mean?" 

      "Most find their mate by the time they turn 20, but I've already passed that stage and still hadn't found you. My father passed away when I was 16 and my Uncle had been running the pack until I turned 18, I had the pressure of my entire pack by 21 to find my Luna. The pressure eventually broke me…and I didn't wait for my mate before I slept with a random woman." 

      Her mouth drops open and hurt strikes her heart ever so slightly, but she knows she has no reason to be upset. It was Isaac's choice to wait until he turned 18 and rejected his mate before they had their first time together, and she was the one stupid enough never to question why he had to wait until he found his mate and rejected her. 

      It was all a joke at the end of the day, he was just stringing her along and waiting until he found his proper mate to give his first time too, leaving her waiting for nothing. She has experienced her entire teen years without once doing anything more than heavy making out and occasional touching below the belt. 

      What have I waited all this time for? 

      "Are you being honest when you say our mate bond will strengthen through sexual contact?" she asks in a serious tone. 

      "I can never lie to you, my love." He buries his face in her neck and nibbles on her skin. "Would you like to find out?" he adds in a teasing tone. 

      "Yes, I would." 

      He pulls back from her in shock. "What?" 

      She gives him a deep kiss as her response, Calix wasting no time to further deepen the kiss while pushing her back against the bed. His tongue once again forces it's way into her mouth and dances with hers in a wet and moan-filled battle. She is too distracted by his tongue fighting against hers that she barely feels his fingers undoing the buttons on her jeans until the cool air hits her legs and she lets out a gasp. 

      Calix pulls away from her lips and moves back to her neck, distracting her once more as he removes her pants altogether, alerting her once more when his index and middle fingers trail over her panties, rubbing lightly against her clit. 

      Her hips twitch against his hips as warmth spreads through her stomach, making it feel weird and fuzzy. His lips slowly move from her neck to her chest, pulling down the front of her tank top until her bust pops up, revealing her black laced bra. Amira isn't sure what she should be more embarrassed about; her matching underwear set or her overly large breasts. It is something that a lot of other girls have always made fun of her for and a lot of guys have called a turn-off for them. 

      Isaac never complained but she knew deep down he never liked them either, they are too big like most men say. 

      She tries to cover her chest, but Calix quickly rips her hands away and tears the rest of her shirt away, tossing the shreds onto the floor and pins her hands above her head with one hand, leaving her completely exposed underneath him. 

      "W-wait, s-stop don't l-look," she gasps through stuttered moans as his mouth returns to her breasts, sucking and teasing them. 

      "How can I not when you look this fucking gorgeous?" he growls against her. 

      Before she can respond, he removes her panties and begins teasing her clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing into her and over her, her mind reeling sky high. Her stomach starts to feel tense and her body funny all over, she has no idea what to do but doesn't want him to stop either. 

      As if this blissful torture isn't enough, she feels him slowly dip a finger inside of her and skillfully works it's way up and down, driving a whole new level of pleasure racing through her. This feeling is ten times more intense than before and she realizes that she is feeling a separate level of intense pleasure that isn't her own. 

      It's coming from Calix. She can almost see the aura of lust rising off of him as he rubs his fingers inside of her, helping her climb to her first orgasm, and most possibly the best, she has had. Her moans continue to fill the air, so loud she has to turn her head to try and muffle them into the pillow with her hands still trapped above her head. 

      Her hips are practically humping his hand when her stomach feels like it might collapse in on itself from how tight and tense it is, the warmth spreading through her legs growing hotter by the second and making her feel weird all over. 

      "Calix, s-stop. I f-feel weird – ah." He cuts her off by thrusting another finger inside of her, his mouth returning to hers to swallow her moans. 

      "Embrace it, sweetheart. Let me feel the evidence of your pleasure on fingers," he whispers in a sultry voice that sends her over the edge. 

      She reaches her climax and feels wave after wave of pure bliss like she has never felt before, followed by a surge of lustful pride and supressed sexual desire, ready to burst through. 

      Calix pulls out his fingers and lifts them for her to see, watching as milky white liquid drips from them before slowly bringing them to his lips to lick them clean. Amira watches with hazy eyes as he gazes at her with such heat in his eyes as he licks clean the evidence of her first orgasm, she swears she can set the world on fire with that heat alone. 

      Unable to handle the intensity of such overwhelming emotions, she succumbs to the shadows invading her vision.