Werewolf Boyfriend: Emmett Part Two (complete)

You look down at Emmett, still unconscious on the sofa after Remi’s headbutt. Beau and Adam have carried him inside, and Shauna is icing the large bruise forming on his stomach. 

You have a lot you want to say to him, a lot of things bubbling to the surface. It took you a long time to work up the nerve to come back home. You expected a lot of things to happen when you returned, but courtship is the last thing you want.

Not many people know that after you were attacked by the feral werewolf, it marked you and kept leaving dead animals in your yard. After Billy and Mrs. Locklear had finally gotten rid of the beast, you and your family moved away, finally able to escape it.

Seeing that dead deer brought up all of that again, and if Emmett is intending to court you, he needs to know that. He also needs to know you have no intention of staying in Hearthway Hollow.

As he starts to stir you pull your knees up to your chest, watching him as he slowly comes to. He cusses as he tries to sit up. His stomach looks the worse for wear, thanks to Remi’s remarkable aim.

“What happened?” Emmett groans.

“You’re lucky,” you reply. “Remi aimed for your stomach and nothing serious.”

Emmett huffs. “Oh right, that goat.”

You hang your head, looking down at your knees. “Are you okay?”

“Not sure.” Emmett shifts, rolling to his side to try and find a way to sit up. He lifts up his shirt, moving away the bag of ice to look at the hamburger-like bruise on his gut. He grumbles something under his breath before turning his attention back on you.

“I am s-s-s-so sor-sor-sorry.” His stutter as come back full force. “Ah-Ah-Adam told me everything. I didn’t know that werewolf that attacked you did so much.”

You press your forehead onto your kneecaps. “Why did you do it? Why didn’t you go and ask someone? Talk to Shauna? Anything.” Your voice is heated to a low boil, bubbling ever closer to rolling. “Why go in so fast?”

“Because I knuh-knuh-knew I didn’t have much time. Y-y-you would b-be leaving after the wedding.” Emmett sighs and allows his shoulders to slouch. “I didn’t want to lose my chance again.”

You squeeze your arms tighter around your legs. “Again?”

“I kn-knew in h-high school,” he murmurs. “I knew w-when you fell out of that tree. It just t-took me time to realize it. When you l-left town I never had that feeling again. N-n-no one made me feel the way y-you did.”

You keep your head down and remain silent.

“But I was P-Piggy Emmy.” He grimaces, looking down at his hands. “F-fat, stuttering, and laughed at all my life. H-how could I e-e-e-ever have you t-take me seriously?” He swallows and hangs his head. “So I panicked and I rushed. I didn’t want to miss you again.”

“You were never stupid,” you grumble into your knees. “And the people who called you that were wrong.” You lift your head slowly. “Until now.”

Emmett looks up at you, small tears in his eyes. “Yeah,” he forces a chuckle. “I c-can’t apologize enough. I d-don’t know what I can do or s-say.”

You shake your head. “Don’t say anything,” you sniffle. “Just stop talking. Stop trying to excuse it. Just...” You stop as tears stream down your face. 

“I know,” Emmett whispers. He strains as he stands up, and his arm locks across his stomach. “I accept your answer.” He walks towards the door.

“Wait!” Your voice cracks. “I never gave you an answer.”

Emmett stands still in the doorway with his back to you.

“You didn’t know,” you whimper. “You didn’t and I can’t blame you for that. You rushed, and yeah, it hurt. But I don’t have an answer right now.”

Emmett turns around, looking over his shoulder at your with tears pouring down his cheeks. “Why?”

You shake your head. “I don’t know. I can’t say no right now.” Looking back at him, you know saying no would be the right thing and the wrong thing at the same time. “Keep working with Shauna. The wedding is important right now.”

“You sure?” Emmett wipes at his eyes.

You nod, unsure but certain of at least one thing. “Please.”

You wait for Emmett to leave, and just outside you hear him talking quietly with Adam and Beau. Shauna comes back inside, walking over to you as you stretch your legs out.

“Everything okay?” she asks timidly. 

“Not sure,” you speak quietly. Looking up to Shauna, you take in a deep breath. “It’s all just one big question mark at this point.”

“I know,” Shauna pulls you into a big hug. “You do what’s best right now. Don’t worry about the wedding or anything. If you need to go or-”

You hurriedly shake your head to cut her off. “No, no,” you sigh. “I’m looking forward to the wedding. I’m looking forward to whatever horrible bridesmaid gown you have ready for me.” You give her a smile. “I’ll be okay.”

Shauna smiles. “It isn’t horrible, okay? I picked a very pretty dress!”

You giggle and pull her in for another hug.

After that, Shauna starts meeting with Emmett at his office. For a little while, things are quiet, and you help Beau and the others get the barn ready for the big day.

One afternoonm as you’re walking with Remi around the barn while Beau and Shauna have gone to try wedding cakes, Emmett pulls up to the house. He comes into the barn, where you and Remi are hiding. You turn and look at him in the doorway, and Remi stands at the ready.

“Hold off there,” you warn the goat. “Step back.”

Remi snorts and stomps his hooves.

“I came to drop off the invitations,” Emmett says softly. “I didn’t mean to… y-you’re alone, I should...”

“I’ll take them for her. They went to the bakery today.” You approach Emmett and hold your hand out.

“Sorry,” Emmett whispers.

“Stop it,” you scoff. “It’s okay. Really. Kind of nice to see you.”

Emmett’s smile is confused. “Is it?”

Nodding, you take the box of invitations from his hand. “How’s your stomach?” you ask. “Still bruised?”

“You have no idea,” he groans. He lifts up his shirt, showing the blue-and-black bruise beneath. “He really did a number on me.”

“It’s like one of those cartoons where you can see the pain lines radiating off of it.” You grimace, cupping your hand over your mouth.

“That is actually very accurate.” Emmett drops his shirt down again. “Are you okay?”

You shrug. “Depends. Better is the best way to put it.”

“Good,” Emmett murmurs. “I’m happy to hear it.”

You point towards the house. “Would you like to come in? Maybe have some coffee or whatever leftovers there are?”

A smile spreads across his face, a little timid but excited. “Really? You sure?”

You smile back. “Yeah. Why not?”

Remi tries to go inside with you, but you make him stay on the porch. “Everything will be okay. No need to guard me right now.”

Remi bleats indignantly, but does as he’s told.

You go into the kitchen with Emmett and turn on the coffee pot. Then you pull up your sleeve, showing him your scarred hand. You lay it on the counter, and Emmett places his big hand over it. His fingers curl, holding your hand delicately in his. He pulls you close, and your head comes to rest on his chest as his warm arm locks around you. Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath. He smells like paper and early morning sunlight. He smells like fall leaves on a crisp day. He feels like home.

Then there is a banging at the kitchen door, and the sound of Remi screaming. Emmett’s arms tighten around you, and you can’t help but let out a giggle.

“Are you scared of him now?” You peer up at him, trying to hide your smirk.

Emmett scowls at you, already reading the look on your face without you showing it. “He fucking flew off the porch to headbutt me!”

You nestle your cheek back onto his chest. “I’ll protect you from him. Don’t worry.”

Emmett huffs, giving you another tight squeeze. “You sure this is okay? The devil seems to think it’s not.”

“It feels okay,” you murmur. “Just as long as there are no more dead animals.”

Emmett pulls away for a moment, placing his hands on your shoulders. “Are you sure this is okay?” he asks quietly. “I mean… I am a werewolf. I can’t keep that hidden.”

You glance down. “I know,” you murmur. “And I don’t want you to. It may just take time is all. Like… getting your toes wet before going into the ocean.” You turn your eyes back up to him. “Is that okay? I mean, if we go slow?”

Emmett’s brow pinches. “Can we go slow? What about when you leave?”

“Beau has offered me a job here,” you reply timidly. “And I’m considering it.”

Emmett’s eyes widen. “Oh,” he whispers. He smiles. “What kind of job? If you don’t like it, I could use some help at work too.”

You smirk. “It’s at the yarn shop. He says he needs someone who can wrangle the knitting club.”

“That’s way too dangerous,” he says. “Even Auntie Locklear won’t tangle with them, and she’s known most of them all her life.”

You giggle, then slowly brush your hand down his side. “Hey, real quick...” You motion with your other hand. “Come down here for a second.”

“What?” Emmett dips down. “Is there something on my face?”

“Your lashes.” You gulp down a nervous breath. “Close your eyes.”

Emmett does so and you stand on your toes, pressing a small, soft kiss to his lips. Emmett’s hands move back around your waist. As you pull away, his eyes open and the two of you look at one another. A shy smile spreads across your lips and Emmett chuckles nervously.

“W-what was tha-that for?” he asks.

“Because.” You lay your head on his chest again. “Just because.”

As the wedding approaches, you and Emmett spend more time together. At first, it’s just at the farm, often when Shauna is home. In time you start going on dates with Emmett, just the two of you. One evening, you go to his home and he makes you dinner. Afterwards, you end up on his sofa, making out like high-schoolers.

You start to giggle as Emmett’s hands slide under your shirt, a reaction you didn’t expect. Emmett rises up, his usually neat hair tousled and messy and falling into his eyes. 

“What’s so funny?” His smirk is much sexier than usual.

You shake your head, pushing your palm against his chest. “I just feel silly!” You chuckle. “You have to admit, this is silly!”

Emmett’s hands go further under your shirt. “How is it silly?”

You sputter and squirm as his fingers tickle up your sides. “We’re adults, and we’re making out like teenyboppers!”

“See now, only someone really old would even say the word ‘teenybopper’.” Emmett’s hands stroke back down your sides. “If I was such a thing, I would do this.” He pulls up your shirt and blows raspberries against your belly.

You howl with laughter, kicking and screaming gleefully as he continues to torment you. Eventually, you both fall still, holding your breaths and looking wide-eyed at another. Your shirt is tucked under your chin from all the squirming, and your body is on full display. Something hard is pressing against your thigh through Emmett’s pants.

Emmett dips down, and his lips brush against the dark scars on your skin. Your giggles turn into whimpers as your fingers tangle in his dark hair.

“Don’t look.” Your voice quakes.

“How can I not?” Emmett moans against your ribs. “You’re so beautiful.” He kisses your skin as your breath flutters in your chest. “I’ve been wanting this since high school.” He rises up above you. “So yeah, maybe I am acting like one, because you’re all I’ve wanted since. Now that I finally have you, I get to live it out.”

You gulp your heart back down into your chest and feel it slamming around like a wrestler in a cage fight. “You’re hard.” Those are the only words you can get out.

Emmett’s sexy smirk returns as he lowers down. He kisses you, running his fingers through your hair. “I’ll stop if you want me to,” he whispers into your ear.

“I mean-” you whimper. “We can fool around a bit more.” You meet his kiss again. You take his hand, guiding it to your breast.

Emmett grunts, arching his back a bit as he chomps down on your bottom lip. “A warning would have been nice.”

“Sorry,” you giggle shyly.

His fingers palpate your breasts, squeezing gently. He looks into your eyes, his lip still between his teeth. Then he dips down again and pulls up your bra, exposing your breasts. You close your eyes, squeezing them tight as his lips press against your skin. You feel his hot breath, his lips, and then his tongue circling your nipple.

You gasp out loud and cup the back of his head. You cry out again as he sucks your nipple. “Emmett! Em-Emmett.” You tap his shoulder.

He lifts up. “Sorry, too far?”

“Sensitive,” you pant. You look into his eyes. “It felt good though.”

Emmett chuckles. “Maybe this is a good place to stop.” He fixes your bra back into places and tugs your shirt down. “No need to go barreling into things.”

“What about you?” You glance down at the straining bulge in his pants. “That looks… rough.” It looks massive is what it looks like.

“I’m fine.” He chuckles in embarrassment. “That’s my problem, not yours.” He tucks your hair behind your ear. 

“It did feel good,” you whisper. “We didn’t have to stop.”

“I know.” Emmett kisses your cheeks. “But it’s safe this way. We can go a bit further next time.” He places a kiss on your forehead. 

“Okay,” you agree. “Next time.”

After that, you find it hard to be alone with him. Not because of fear, but because your mind suddenly goes to bedrooms and steam. You remember how good his lips felt on your skin, his tongue on your breast. You imagine his fingers sliding between your legs and opening you. 

“Your face is bright red,” Emmett says with a knowing smirk. You’re having coffee at the cafe, a quick morning date before you have to meet Shauna to pick up her wedding dress from Charlie. 

“It’s your fault,” you grumble. 

“Oh,” he teases. “How come?”

“You know,” you scoff at him. 

Emett chuckles and licks his lips. “Glad to know I’m not the only one whose imagination has been running wild.”

“You unlocked something and I’m not quite sure what to do with it.” You pout as you look at him. “What about you?”

Emmett sips his drink, then inches closer to your side. His lips press against your ear. “I’m trying to deal with it as best as can, but I keep seeing those perfect breasts in my dreams.”

You sputter out loud and lean into him. “You really are acting like you’re in high school.” You stroke your palm up his thigh. 

“Nah,” he laughs. “If this was high school I’d throw you in the back seat of my car and ruin the suspension.” He kisses you softly. “But I plan on being an adult about this.” He takes your hand off his thigh.

“And what’s the adult plan?” you ask.

“Throwing you on my kitchen table, then taking you to the furniture store in the morning to buy a new table. Like an adult.” He kisses you again.

Your heart hammers wildly. “Oh yes, that would be very adult.” You clear your throat. “But before that,” you murmur. “There’s something I want to do first.”

Emmett eyes you curiously. “What’s that?”

“I want to see you,” you tell him. “I mean… I need to see you as a werewolf.”

“You sure?” he asks gently. He takes your hand and squeezes it. “We can take our time, you don’t have to.”

You shake your head. “If we’re going to do this, I mean, really do this, I want to know that I am comfortable with you, all aspects of you. I can’t have sex with you otherwise.”

Emmett kisses your temple. “Only if you’re certain.”

“I am,” you say with a nod. “Tonight.”

That evening you sit with Shauna on the porch. Remi is at your feet guarding you, but he has a leash so he can’t Superman himself off the porch. You look up to see a great big wolf coming down the path. His dark gray fur shimmers in the moonlight as he places himself at the foot of the stairs.

Remi screams, trying to chew through the leash.

You stand up with Shauna. Then you descend the stairs alone and approach Emmett. He stands up to his full height. Tears fill your eyes, stinging and burning for a moment before they glide down your cheeks.

Emmett offers his hand to you, and your place your bad hand into it. He squeezes gently, and you step closer. Closing your eyes, you rest your head against his chest. He smells like paper and early morning sunlight. He smells like fall leaves on a crisp day. He feels like home.

You wrap your arms around him, letting out a relieved breath.

“Is it okay?” Emmett asks.

You nod and squeeze him tighter. “It’s okay!”

Shauna gasps. “Remi, no!”

You turn quickly, putting yourself between Emmett and Remi. Remi stops dead in his tracks, staring you down.

“No!” you command. “Bad goat. This one is off-limits!”

Remi stares you down for a while longer before turning away and going back towards the porch.

Emmett sighs in relief. It’s funny seeing such an intimidating creature so scared of a goat. “I thought I was a goner.”

You return to hugging him. “I told you I would protect you.”

The day of the wedding arrives, and everything is a blur. There are so many people attending the wedding, you wonder if there is anyone even left in town. The ceremony is beautiful, and Shauna is so gorgeous it’s enough to make you cry. 

At the reception, you sit at the main table with the rest of the wedding party, but you spot Emmett at his table and wave to him.

Beau stands up, tapping his glass to get everyone’s attention. “Thank you all for being here.” He still has tears in his eyes. “This day wouldn’t be much of anything without all of you. But there is something else that Shauna and I would like to share with you.”

Shauna stands up, beaming happily at Beau before she looks back at the crowd. “I know some of you think we rushed the ceremony, but there is a reason for it.”

“I knew it!” Mrs. Locklear blurts.

Shauna starts laughing as she leans against Beau.

“That’s right, we’re having a baby!” Beau announces. The room erupts.

As the dance floor opens up, you stand to the side. You feel a tap on your shoulder and, grinning, you look up at Emmett.

“May I have this dance?” he asks.

You take his hand. “Of course.”

Together, you dance for a good long while. You share cake and some champagne, but then you pull Emmett from the crowd and go back to the farmhouse. You lead him through the quiet and to your room.

“What are you doing?” Emmett asks.

You lock your door. “It’s not the kitchen table.” You sit down on your bed. “But maybe this will do?” You pat the bed beside you.

“You sure?” Emmett kneels on the floor before you.

You run your fingers through his hair, mussing it up. “I can’t wait. If I do I’ll pop.”

Emmett kisses your chest and neck, running his hands up your skirt. “I-I know th-th-that feeling.” He rises, pushing you down onto the bed. In a moment, you’re both naked on the bed. His bare chest presses to yours while his hard cock presses against your thigh.

“Shift,” you whisper to him.

Emmett looks terrified for a moment. “A-are y-you sure?”

You nod. “You’re my werewolf.”

Emmett kisses you, and you feel the fur growing on his chest. His body ripples against your fingertips, growing and changing. You tremble as you look at him, but you are not afraid. You stroke down his body and take his hard cock into your hands. There is a thick knot at the base that feels hot. 

“Emmett,” you whimper. “Now.”

Emmett growls and kisses you. You tangle your fingers in his fur as his cock rubs against your slit. You lose your breath for a moment, shaking as the tip finds its way inside. You cling tighter to him, moaning as his shaft fits snug inside you.

“You’re trembling so much,” Emmett whimpers. “Am I hurting you?”

You shake your head. “No. It feels good.”

Emmett kiss your temples and cheeks. “Then why are you shaking?” 

You manage to peel your eyes open and look at him. “Because I’m excited and nervous. I’ve never…”

His eyes widen. “You never said-”

“I thought it was implied!” you huff. Then you frown. “Please, Emmett, don’t stop now.”

He eases back down, kissing your neck and stroking his hands down your body. His hips move, thrusting deep before pulling out. “You’re amazing,” he moans.

“So big-” you whimper. His knot presses at your folds. “I’ll never get used to this.”

“Does it hurt?” he asks. He thrusts his hips slower.

You shake your head. “You can go a little faster.”

After that, words are useless. Your bodies melt together, communicating silently. Emmett makes you feel ecstatic and safe. His kisses cover your skin. In a moment of bravery, your place your fingers on his tongue.

You soon feel that overwhelming flurry of sensations. Your head fills with static, the arches of your feet ache, and your back bends on its own. You’re pressed so tightly against Emmett that there is no air between you. You fall through fire, crashing into heaven.

Come morning, there is a dull ache between your thighs and something heavy and warm on top of you. Emmett’s face rests between your breasts and you can’t help but giggle.

Emmett rises slowly, looking like a god in the morning light. “Did I wake you?”

“No.” You pull him down for a kiss. 

Emmett moans softly. “How do you feel?”

“Weightless,” you whisper. “You?”

“I just love you,” Emmett breathes. 

You pull him back down on top of you. “Love me like last night again,” you moan. “I can’t get enough.” You cup the nape of his neck. “I love you, too.”