WARNING!~ SeXy StUfF oN tHe WaY!

Okay, so I'm back with my newest chapter and yes – Lily and Isaac do have {sex!} but it's only suggestive towards that but I don't know whether put in the s*x scene. It's not dirty or anything, it's very toned down but I'm afraid someone will report me so I dunno, review if you want the scene.

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Isaac's P.O.V

I woke to the far off sound of someone calling my name. My stomach heaved as I stirred from a restless, involuntary sleep. I gawped into Scott's stunned face and grabbed his shirt front as I was pulled to my feet by Stiles.
"Wvehem," I slurred as I held my injured head. The hit hard been harder then I'd thought and Scott and Stiles exchanged worried glances. "We have to- stop. Them." I finally spat through gritted teeth as pain erupted in my back. I almost fell with the white hot pain. "They're hurting her!"
"Who?" Stiles asked dumbly and then realized turned to Scott and said. "Scott, we got to go, Derek's got Lily."
"What?" said Scott, eyes growing wide and diluting amber with rage. "Where? When?"
"Here and now!" As I got to my feet, the wind was trapped in my throat and I couldn't breathe well, it was uncomfortable but I knew that Lily was going through far worse.

I sprinted through the corridors disregarding students and teachers alike. Help, Help, Help Lily's voice kept repeating over and over in my head. Tears filled my eyes and I blinked them away, angry at myself. She wouldn't die. I wouldn't let her die.
Hold on, Lily, hold on.

Scott ran beside me, barely keeping the pace. My moves were frantic, not planned like his, and I would trip and stumble over my own limbs just to propel myself forward. I finally smashed through the doors…

… Then I saw her. Red blood drooled from her rosy lips, the lips that I wanted to do so much with. Derek had his arm around her throat pulling us even further apart. Erica was behind the wheel and when her eyes met mine it was a mix on longing, envy and sympathy. Lily's arm reached out for me before the door closed over her.

I screamed. It was a deep, primal roar that I didn't think I'd ever be capable of. Rage. Not the rage used as a throw away word to describe anger but pure, enthralling fury unlike anything I've ever known.
"Dude, we've got enough time to save her. the game's been moved to Sunday night." I barely even heard Stiles as he arrived, breathing heavily and clutching his chest as if he'd ran a marathon. I didn't even think, I just chased after the car as the others looked on in shock.

Lily's P.O.V

Fingers wrapped around my throat. At first the pressure was slight as I kicked and jolted but then the crushing power started to become suffocate. My legs flailed, connecting with the car door which shuddered under my blows. If only I could focus my strength into prizing the tight digits from my neck. As my eyelids began to flutter, I thought about all the people I'd leave behind. My aunt, the bubbly redhead who, although stubborn, cared for everyone no matter how much they betrayed her or hurt her; my dumbass cousin with a drinking problem could always get a smile even when I was close to tears; Olivia. Sweet but fierce Olivia with that brilliant smile… I might never get to say sorry; Delilah. Just Delilah, mysterious, sexy, edgy Delilah; my new friends, Stiles and Scott. And Isaac. Isaac's eyes almost as clear as glass and his curl but jagged hair that couldn't decide whether it wanted to be blonde or brown. It was always Isaac that would mean the most, I couldn't leave him, and he'd been through so much that it would be a cruel joke to rob him of somebody else he loved.

Tears form in my eyes. Crystals of sadness. Anger. Fear. I close my eyes, fading, fading…No. My eyelids snap open and I focus my energy into a bolt.

But it's not lightning that emerges.

An inferno engulfs the car. The fireball makes Erica lose focus and the car swerves. Derek Hale is covered in fire. The car collides with something and throws me forward. Something snaps. I don't feel it. I can't believe what I've just done. I cry out and the fires cease, dying away. Everyone accepts is unconscious. Someone appears at the window. Isaac.

Isaac rips the door off and pulls me into an embrace. I relax in his arms, inhaling his musk and all the comforting smells of animal and plant. I cup his face in my palms, looking into his unearthly eyes and caressing his cheek. A shiver runs through his body and I smile. Isaac pushes the black hair from my face and kisses my neck, in the sensitive part between my ear and jawline. I squirm away as he kisses it again and giggle when he doesn't let me escape. He doesn't want to let go of me and I don't want to let go of him for even a second.

Isaac kisses me and I teasingly use my lips lightly. He growls in frustration and deepens the kiss by pulling me closer by my belt loops. I gasp at the sudden movement and he purrs.
Asshole, I think because I'm enjoying the kiss too much to waste my breath.
Tease. He replies.
This doesn't come for free. You're gunna have to work for it.
Oh yeah?

Isaac falls to the ground and takes me with him. Yet again, he's on top of me and I'm horrified. "Get off!" I moan, even though I don't want him to. I smash my palm against his chest but he only laughs, grabbing my wrists and forcing them above my head using only one hand.
"That enough work for you, Anderson?" he says in a voice as thick as honey. His other hand caresses the rest of my body and it feels awkward and enjoyable at the same time.
Don't even think about it, my astral voice transmits, viewing the vivid, hormonal images in my mind. I'll know.
Isaac only laughs and kisses me again, a teasing brush of skin against skin and moves his mouth down, pecking my body until…

…. There's a moan from the car and we both freeze. Isaac drops my wrists and I spring into a crouch before standing. Isaac's nails extend, curving into sharp claws. I summon my lightning but I get fire instead.
"What the hell?" Isaac says, looking down at my burning hands.
"I don't know, so don't ask." I reply as Erica and Derek stumbles out the car. Derek is charred but healing as he approaches us.

"Stay back," Isaac growls as the pair come towards us. Derek roars, making Isaac fall back on me. He's trying to fight the call of the Alpha.
"Why do you want me?" I scream, I'm so angry my veins are popping and I'm vibrating. "What did I ever do to you!"
"Nothing," he replies, the calmness in his voice is shocking. "It's about how you can be manipulated. I can't risk that."
"She won't," Isaac suddenly screeches, composing himself. "We're bonded. I control her now."
"It's true Derek," a familiar voice supports. I look over Isaac's shoulder to see Erica as the owner of the voice. "I've seen it."
"Prove it," Derek spits, he smiles as if already knowing we can't.
Stay still, Isaac commands. It will only hurt for a minute.
Isaac grabs my wrist using his werewolf speed. I frown and then hear an awful snapping sound, pain pulsates from my arm but I don't even flinch. Derek raises an eyebrow.

"I guess you do," he says and then he's gone, melting into the shadows as Scott and Stiles finally arrive.

Isaac's P.O.V

We both decided it would be best if we stayed together tonight. Derek hadn't sounded like he'd meant it when he'd left us. Somehow, Lily had convinced her aunt that she was staying at her friend Delilah's house and persuaded Delilah to keep up the lie. Not that her aunt had been prying, it was a busy night at the store and she probably wouldn't get in until the pre-morning hours anyway.
"I can go on the couch," she pressured as we walked through the door into my darkened house. It wasn't a home, not really. It would never be the same without my dad and it held too many haunting memories to be a place of comfort. I didn't want Lily to stay in my dad's room. I hadn't been in there since his death and I wanted to put that off for as long as possible. I didn't want her on the couch either.
"No. I'll go on the couch." She took my hand and gently squeezed it. I pulled her up against my body and she moaned as I kissed her neck. My lips brushed hers and my knees felt week as we moved against each other.

Somehow, our soft passionate making out turned into aggressive French kissing, taking turns pinning each other against walls and tumbling over furniture as we went. I let her lightly throw me onto my back on the couch, kissing me and tracing lines over my chest.
"Isaac," she gasped as I caressed her hips, pulling her close. "I don't want you to sleep on the couch."
I don't want to sleep on the couch, either.

I pulled my shirt off – well, I made a meal of it seeing as Lily couldn't bare to be separated from my lips for more than five seconds. I made to help her out of her clothes but she stiffened and I knew why. I used my wolf speed so that she was lying on her back. I leaned in close and felt her tremble beneath me. I pushed my lips to her ear.
"You don't have to be afraid, Lily, we all have scars." She looked up at me, stroking my face. Then her hands moved to my back, where healed scratches and cuts etched deep into the firm skin. Lily stared at me with those big, brown kitten eyes and relaxed, pulling off her shirt. I pulled her close to me, supporting her with one hand and we just sat in our embrace for a while as she and I wriggled out of our jeans.

I swung her legs up like she was my new bride and carried her up the stairs and into my room. The door opened and I threw her onto the bed, growling with pleasure and slamming the door behind me. It didn't open for the rest of the night.