in which you've been on a few bad dates, one of which scaring you off for good. you decide you're better off alone, safe at home. and truth be told, you don't even need a boyfriend. you're beyond content with the erotic dreams you've been having. the handsome, mystery man always leaves you satisfied beyond compare. you just wish you could keep him... forever.
Warnings & themes: 18+ (please no minors!!!), smut, very dark, disturbing themes, paranormal, please read at your own discretion! (incubus!harry, lhh, longhair!harry)
Yours. Forever. (word count: 3.7K / alternatively, read on wattpad)
“... Wait, really?”
Y/N shrugs, feeling a bit weird for oversharing, but this is someone who is becoming a close friend of hers. She’d met Nora through another mutual friend at a New Year’s Eve party, and they’d gone out for walks and coffee a few times. Nora had been poking about Y/N’s love life, since it was June and they’d known each other for half a year now and she’d never seen her with someone or heard her talk about anyone romantically. “Yeah… I mean, doesn’t everybody?”
“I mean, I personally don’t, but good for you,” Nora giggles, elbowing her playfully as they make their way through the park on the particularly nice day. Not too hot, but sunny and not a single cloud in the sky. A clear blue sky was a rarity in London, even on days that had no rainfall whatsoever.
Y/N knits her eyebrows, “surely you have, you just probably don’t remember.”
“Oh, trust me, I think I’d remember being woken up from an intense orgasm.”
“Well, fine, but you do have erotic dreams, right? Maybe you just wake up before you get to finish.”
It’s Y/N’s turn to scoff, “you callin’ me a liar?!”
“No! But c’mon. There’s no way you aren’t and you just don’t remember. You know, like people who walk in their sleep.”
Y/N supposes it was possible, however it had happened so many times by now that she’d actually had the presence of mind to take note of her body in its entirety whenever waking up from these sex dreams she kept having that resulted in her orgasming so hard that it woke her up. She never had her clothes askew, her hands were over the comforter even, tucked under her pillow most times. “I actually looked it up when it first started happening. It’s entirely possible to orgasm without even having to touch yourself at all.”
“Damn, really? And here I am struggling to get myself off as it is. Some people just luck out, huh. Guess you’re one of them then. Can you do it awake, too?”
“Oh, no, Nora… really? What gives… I’m sorry to hear that. Uhm, no, I’ve never tried honestly. Maybe I’ll give it a shot, you know, for science,” they both snicker. “But yeah, apparently it’s all up here,” she gestures towards her head. “Which is probably why you can’t get there. Most of the time it’s just a mental blockage that you aren’t aware of. I usually orgasm easily, but I’ve had relationships where I just wasn’t getting there, even though the guy turned me on and all that. But if we weren’t really compatible otherwise, or if we fought a lot, it affected our sex life. Well, my sex life. They were managing to come juuuust fine.”
Nora laughs at this, “ugh, men. Can they also come without being touched, I wonder? Bet they can’t, since their dicks are so obviously disconnected from their brains. I swear they could get there no matter what.”
“I don’t remember anything gender specific from when I looked it up. But you’re probably right. But yeah, that’s probably it. It’s probably just you being stressed about your master thesis.”
“Could be. Hasn’t really been this bad before, although I’m not the kind to get there easily like you are. But at least I would, eventually. Now it’s like… why even bother, honestly. I’ve tried so many toys at this point that I’ve actually wondered if maybe I’ve desensitized myself.”
“Oh, damn. Is that a thing?”
“Yeah, totally. But lemme guess. You don’t even use toys, do you?
Y/N grimaces apologetically and Nora laughs, “good lord, woman. No wonder you don’t need a man, huh?”
“That’s not what I said!”
The conversation had led here with Nora pestering Y/N to get on dating apps, claiming she’d never seen her friend coupled up and it sounded like she wasn’t even trying.
But Y/N doesn’t believe in dating apps. She’s tried them in the past, and realized early on that there aren’t any men interested in actual relationships on there. Nora argued not every date has to lead to a full blown relationship. Casual hook-ups aren’t the end of the world, some could even end up in a friends with benefits type of thing. And surely, that’s better than just being alone.
But that just isn’t Y/N’s style. Nora had widened her eyes and asked her friend, point blank, if she’d really been celibate that whole time, leading to Y/N confessing.
“I mean… no hook-ups, no friends with benefits. Gotta admit, I was gearing up to you confessing you were a porn addict or something, but this really is original, Y/N. Very you. How did your past boyfriends cope with this? Weren’t they jealous your dreams were making you come more than they were?”
“This is actually somewhat new. None of my exes were around when this first started happening.”
“Oh, wow. When did it start?”
“I’m not telling you that! You already think it’s appalling that I’ve not had sex since you’ve known me, hate to think what your reaction would be if you knew how long this dry spell really has been going on for.”
“Oh, god, Y/N. It’s bad, isn’t it? Come on then, let’s hear it!”
“Absolutely not.”
“Why not!? Hey, if anything, kudos to you. You don’t want casual and won’t settle for less than you deserve, I respect that. Hooking up is not for everyone and that’s fine. And if the apps have really been that bad of an experience, there’s nothing wrong with waiting to meet someone organically. It’s near impossible, mind you, but not wrong per se.”
Y/N rolls her eyes, knowing she couldn’t even argue that. It’ s hard finding someone out in the wild in an era where everyone around was meeting people through apps. But she just doesn’t wanna risk another bad experience, she’d really gone through some wild shit on these dates, the last of which had really made her uncomfortable and she was lowkey traumatized. But she’d never really told anyone about it, instead she just pretended it never happened and that the guy didn’t try and roofie her, only for the bartender to intervene and kick him out before she could drink her second cocktail he’d ordered for her while she was at the bathroom. “Fine… it’s been… just under two and a half years.”
Nora does a shit job at hiding her shock. Instead, she tries deflecting with humor. “Maybe this is some kinda coping mechanism your body has come up with. Do you think you’re officially a virgin again? Like, physically? You know since you don’t even use toys…”
Y/N pushes Nora playfully, gasping in mock offence. “That’s the last time I’m ever confiding in you, by the way.”
She means it as a joke, but makes a mental note not to overshare again. And also thinks that it was a good thing she never told her about the bar date incident either. Nora would’ve had her call the cops on the guy. And the thing is, even then she knew she should’ve. But that meant facing the reality of what almost happened, and she couldn’t afford therapy.
She hates the idea of someone taking advantage of her like that. Had that guy successfully drugged her, she probably would’ve gone along with anything he’d propositioned her, all her inhibitions stripped and her judgement clouded. And then, she hates to think what his true intentions could’ve been. Maybe he just wanted an easy lay, but who’s to say his intentions weren’t even darker than that? She could’ve ended up dead for all she knew.
This is the true reason why she hasn’t been on any dates with strangers since. She just can’t trust men again. She’ll either date someone she gets introduced to through common friends, or not at all. She’d need someone to vouch for these men.
Until then, being alone feels like the safest option.
*
Y/N does think about her conversation with Nora, though. She supposes her friend was right, in a way. She’s probably compensating for the lack of action in her dreams. And what Nora doesn’t know is that these dreams aren’t just entirely erotic, either. She can actually remember bits and pieces, and she’s actually started journaling them since she grew frustrated when she realized she would promptly forget what little she did remember.
She’d only begun writing down in her journal whatever little she could remember when waking up a year or so back, so more than half was “undocumented” but she sometimes likes going through it, and tries piecing the parts together somehow. Because she’s fairly certain it’s some sort of recurring dream.
And what makes her believe so is the fact that she is pretty sure she only ever dreams of one particular man whenever this happens. She only visually remembers very few things about him. Whenever she tries to remember him whilst awake, she can never really fully see his face. It’s like trying to remember someone you haven’t seen in a long, long while and have no photos of. You can remember key features and the mind will just fill in the blanks, but it’s never really the same every time you think of them.
He has long hair, for one. Long, wavy-curly, chestnut hair. She probably remembers this because she doesn’t really know anyone in real life like that. She read somewhere once that people only ever dream of other people they’ve actually met. The mind seemingly can’t conjure up a completely imagined face. So this feature stuck out to her.
Another thing she distinctly remembers are his eyes. But this is where she thinks that thing she’d read up must’ve been bogus, because she’s certain she doesn’t know anyone with sparkly green eyes.
It’s just quick instances she seems to have ingrained in her brain, but him glancing at her and his eyes sparkling is something that always comes to mind whenever she thinks of these dreams. She can’t even properly describe this in her journal. It’s something she hasn’t seen in fantasy movies even, she doesn’t remember ever thinking about this before. But his green eyes will sparkle when he looks at her in these dreams, almost as if he has light reflecting glitter dancing under the surface of his irises. Which is odd, since she only ever dreams of him in her room.
In her dark room.
Y/N can’t sleep with lamps on. And for some reason, whenever she dreams of him, it’s as if he’s there with her, in her room, in the middle of the night.
So how do his eyes reflect any sort of light, then?
Another thing she can’t really describe in her journal is his voice. Gruff, hushed, yet sweet and inviting. It’s like he’s always telling her secrets, secrets that she has to get close in order to hear. She can remember the feel of his lips against the shell of her ear whenever he whispers these secrets to her. It’s the one thing she remembers the most, the thing she’s written about the most in her journal entries and seemingly the first thing she remembers for most of these dreams.
It always seemingly starts with her noticing him in her room, as if he’s always been there but she is too preoccupied to notice him at first. Whenever she finally notices him, he smiles at her. He has a very distinctive smile. A half-smile even, a smirk, and his eyes narrow a bit, almost as if to say, “ah, finally, now I’ve got your attention.”
His presence never startles her. It’s always like she knows he is there, all she has to do is look his way. It is never ominous, like some strange man has broken into her home in the middle of the night. For some reason, it’s as if her brain knows him and even expects him.
Her body definitely recognizes him, also. Some entries in her journal describe the feeling of her pussy throbbing whenever they first make eye contact.
He’ll speak to her then, and she’ll not really be able to hear him.
She’ll invite him closer.
But no matter how close he gets, it’ s never close enough to hear, not until he’s whispering against her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
There’s nothing in her journal about what he says to her, but whatever it is would make her moan and thrash around in her bed, begging and pleading for him to take her.
The amount of filth Y/N has read out of her journal in the mornings following these dreams is insane. She always forgets what it was she’d dreamed of completely. Sometimes she even forgets having woken up, that’s why she checks her journal every morning.
It’s never entirely coherent.
But aside from the way these dreams seemingly all start- her noticing him, him whispering in her ear, her pleading for him, nothing is ever repeated twice.
Y/N enjoys flipping through the pages from time to time, and everytime she does she pieces together more things about this mystery man she keeps having wet dreams about. It doesn’t happen all that often, maybe 2-3 times a month, but when it does it leaves her feeling satisfied and floaty, and she carries the feeling with her well throughout her otherwise dull workdays. Finds herself fantasizing about him, wondering who he could be or if her mind has truly just created him for her own guilty pleasure.
Most of the things she’s written down she’d never even imagined before. Y/N isn’t really into porn, she found it quite repetitive and a bit boring, she’s certainly never seen anything nearly as passionate as what she’s read out of her journal. She’s surprised her mind is conjuring up these scenarios. She’s always been someone very in tune with her own sexuality, but she isn’t the kinkiest person either. Not for lack of wanting, but she’s just never had the opportunity to try most things that were a bit out there. But whoever she turns into during these dreams is definitely willing to try any and everything and learn she loves all of it.
“Keeps me in his lap, my back to his chest, spreads me wide and toys with me until my whole body trembles. Whispers in my ear the whole time, wish I could remember what he says to me. His long, thick fingers reach so deep inside me, cupping my pussy and rubbing the heel of his palm into my clit so hard –”
“Every thrust feels like I would explode at any moment, his cockhead rubbing against my g-spot again and again and again perfectly every single time. Pulls out and bends my knees to my chest, sinking his tongue deep inside me and rubbing his whole face hungrily against me until I flood his mouth–”
“His hands on me feel like fire, every touch ignites me, every kiss makes my brain melt. Everytime he hits my cervix I feel my breath catch. Swear he gets so close I can feel him under my skin.”
“He’s everywhere, his presence cages me in, beyond just his broad shoulders, I don’t even know my name when he’s here. Desperate, obsessed, HIS.”
“Full, so full. Can still feel him, still twitching.”
“His groans, his pants, the way he feels under my palms. The way he slides down my throat. My hair pulled, my neck squeezed, my pussy slapped. He consumes me.”
“Keep trying to grasp at him when I finally come and he pins my hands down, his eyes sparkle looking at me come undone for him–”
“Whispers, sloppy kisses, his fingers everywhere at once, his tongue on every inch of me, his eyes burning into my soul. Never want to forget. Never want to wake up.”
She furrows her brows a bit at the end of that particular entry. As much as she wishes she could keep this mystery man in her bed with her after she wakes up, she does very much want to wake up. She decides to grab her pen and strike out that last sentence. What an odd thing to say, indeed… Her lustful mind must’ve really clouded her judgement.
*
Had she fallen asleep? Her eyes turn to look for the digital clock on her nightstand, but something else catches her attention.
Immediately she feels overwhelmed, like she can’t fit in her own skin anymore. She stands up on her bed, her mouth growing dry. “You came back.”
His smirk grows as his eyes narrow, visibly pleased with himself. Standing in her armchair, he uncrosses his legs and spreads them wide. He’s tenting his trousers and wants her to see she has the same effect on him as he does on her.
“Are you staying? Where did you go? Please don’t leave me again…” she whines, slowly crawling to the edge of the bed to get closer. He leans in, resting his elbows on his meaty thighs and just stares at her, taking her in.
His eyes rake down her body and she can’t help but follow their path, she’s naked. When had she gotten naked?
The sight of her own naked body makes her even more desperate for him to touch.
He then says something, and it’s just barely audible. “Hm? Come closer. I can’t hear you.” And she thinks she’s being really clever, too. He’ll have to come closer and that’s when she’ll convince him to put his hands on her.
He smirks and his eyes sparkle with mischief. It takes her breath away. When he stands she sits back and spreads her legs wide for him, showing him her glistening core. She raises her hand and gestures him over with her finger, “come closer so I can hear you. Closer… closer…”
The mattress dips under his knee as he climbs on top of her, caging her in under his hypnotizing gaze. He then slowly lowers his lips to the shell of her ear, and she shudders at the feeling.
“Say you’ll be mine forever, Y/N.”
She nearly orgasms at the sound of his voice alone. Her whole body responds to it.
She combs her fingers through his long, luscious hair as he starts licking down her neck and to her breasts, she feels his leaky tip against her folds and realizes he’s gotten naked too, and the anticipation of what is to come makes her extremely lightheaded. She feels herself sinking into the mattress, floating in a hazy fog where all she can focus on are his hands all over her body and his sparkly eyes.
“Say it, and I’ll never leave again. Want to be mine forever, Y/N?” She nods vigorously, tilting her pelvis, trying to get him to sink in. She feels his long fingers ghost around her neck and then squeeze, slowly adding more and more pressure. “Then say it.”
“Yours. Forever.”
He groans, squeezing harder as he plunges inside of her and she screams in ecstasy, surrendering to the feeling completely. Surrendering to him.
*
Nora receives a Daily Mail news article on Whatsapp from the common friend who introduced her and Y/N at the New Year’s Eve party. She sees the push notification followed by a lot of exclamation points but is just about to head out the door to catch the tube into work.
After she makes it to her platform and realizes she probably just missed it since the next train was due to arrive in 7 minutes, she remembers the notification. She opens the link, disregarding the flood of texts that follow it from her friend, and for a few moments, it’s like the words dance on her phone’s screen, without making any sense.
The picture is what makes her breath catch in her throat. Then the name being mentioned a few times throughout the article. The words start forming coherent sentences when she finally forces herself to read one paragraph at a time.
“Y/N Y/L/N was found on the morning of Wednesday after the landlord had to use the master key to enter the flat she was subletting. She hadn’t responded to any of his phone calls and had failed to pay rent on time. Taking matters into his own hands, the man decided to check the flat, this behavior entirely unusual on the young woman’s part. That is when he found her in her bed, seemingly peacefully asleep, but the foul smell had the man calling an ambulance immediately. He didn’t dare touch her and check for any vital signs, but he did notice she didn’t appear to be breathing whilst he waited for the paramedics to get there.
<< The smell was awful, but I kept hoping she maybe had a pet she didn’t admit to owning that had died, which would also explain her going incommunicado. However, the longer I waited for the ambulance the clearer it was that she’d passed away in her sleep. Nothing looked amiss in the flat. The paramedics took her lifeless body and then the autopsy reported she’d died from what must’ve been a cardiorespiratory arrest in her sleep. They didn’t find anything in her system or on her body to suggest any sort of foul play. She was only 27 years old and wasn’t known to suffer from any health problems that could lead to such an early demise. It’s truly a tragedy…>>
While the police have ruled out an investigation, they did let on that it appears to have been a matter of the heart that might have led to this somehow. A journal was found at the side of Y/N’s bed, however several pages appeared to have been ripped out, the last entry dated over a year ago. No fingerprints aside from her own have been found and searches for the missing pages have been inconclusive.”
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A/N: i've never really delved into something quite as dark and ominous before. i dunno what prompted this, but felt like a nice addition to my repertoire. hope you enjoyed! BIG FAT THANK YOU to @adorebeaa for helping me beta this ♥️♥️🥹🥹🥹
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Everyone seemed to enjoy this in May, so I figured I'd give it another go. Remember that reblogging is how writers get readers
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He was staring at her in a way no one had in her entire life. She couldn’t read anything in his eyes - not surprise, not fear, not malicious intent - nothing. (wolfrry, werewolf!harry, alpha!harry, ranger!y/n)
Harry didn’t even have time to find it funny, “Why wouldn’t you have said anything to me? This is… What do I do? Does she know? She wouldn’t know yet, would she? I don’t think she knows… Niall, I don’t know how to handle something like this!”
Harry’s emotions were high. And for good reason. What he’d just seen had him shaken. And it also meant that she’d been turned against her will by a psychopath. He was glad he’d murdered James but this would always be a reminder of what had happened and who had done it.
He had been curious about a few little things. The first was obviously the speed at which she’d recovered and then there was her sudden spunk. Her heightened sense of smell was peculiar when she picked out that he was to be making eggs benedict, which should have tipped him off right away. How had she guessed? The sauce wasn’t something that most humans could pick out from a small leak in a jar in a bag full of other more fragrant groceries.
“What happened that made you realize?”
“I saw her eyes turn golden. Just wish you’d said something.”
Niall had a hunch about her sudden natural reparative abilities, but he couldn’t be 100% sure at the time.“Harry, you have to understand, man. I didn’t say anything because it was either I was wrong or I was right and you’d figure it out anyway. It was better not to say anything if by chance she was just recovering in a way that doesn’t normally happen in humans. Sometimes things do happen that don’t make sense medically. I figured it was better to just wait and see.”
Harry paced, all the way to the furthermost corner of his expansive garden, outside of Y/N’s earshot. His towel tied tight around his waist as he ran his hands through his damp hair, “You could have at least given me a heads up. What do I do?”
Niall breathed out a laugh, “How should I know? I’m a medical doctor! I’m not cut out for emotional therapy. I’ve never dealt with anything like this. But you’ll figure it out.”
“I know. I just… how do I tell her?”
“Harry, again, I don’t know. We’re talking about a human that has been turned and I’m not familiar with all of this. It’s very unconventional. This kind of thing only happens in extremely rare cases and never in my life have I met a human that’s been turned. I’ve heard about it, just never known someone that it happened to. How has she been acting? What caused her eyes to change?”
Harry cleared his throat and looked up at his house, remembering to keep his voice down, “She’s been… very ready to do stuff. Awake. Wants to go for a swim. Is hungry. Um… a little bit bossy with me even.”
Niall hummed into the receiver, “Bossy… and what happened to have her eyes change?”
Harry could almost hear the cheek in his voice, “She was… I think maybe just excited. She’s been in a really good mood since I came back with groceries a bit ago.”
“Right… a good mood. Well, it’s doctor’s orders to take it easy on her. She might be… well… able to tolerate more, but… she’s still recovering. And so are you.”
A scoff fell from Harry’s lips, “Fine. No advice for me then?”
“Sorry, man. Never dealt with anything like this before. As you know, it’s exceptional that anyone would survive being bitten and getting turned. I just think that’s remarkable… The way you’ve been adamant she’s your mate, all this time. She really is your mate. Only your true mate could’ve survived turning for you.”
*
Y/N was onto Harry. She knew that he wasn’t running out to his car just to get something. Sure he ran out the front door but the way he reacted to her standing so close to him was a little out of character. Perhaps, she decided, that he was trying to “behave” and not push her into anything intimate. That made sense. She was still recovering from what she was told were deadly injuries. But that in itself was a mystery to her. She felt fine for the most part.
She’d unpacked the groceries and left out the ingredients to make the eggs benedict when Harry was in the shower. But getting interrupted by the way he had groaned and then, the thing that had started to become a big question at the front of her mind, was his scent. It was his natural musk but she could smell him from all the way downstairs in the kitchen while he was in the shower. It was his groan, however, that had her feet carrying her upstairs to check on him. Just to see.
She didn’t know why he’d suddenly become so timid with her. Why he was shying away from her. It was subtle but she noticed it.
When he came back inside, dawning only the towel he tucked around his waist he slowed his movements as he saw her standing there with a knowing look on her face.
“What happened?”
Harry tilted his chin up to feign more confidence than he was feeling in her presence suddenly. It was as if he was looking at her with new eyes. She was like him now and her senses would pick apart the subtlest changes, “I thought I’d left the butter in the car. Wouldn’t have wanted it to melt.”
Y/N narrowed her eyes at him as he walked past her into the kitchen, “But you didn’t go to your car.”
Harry clenched his jaw and stopped in his tracks. It was going to be difficult to pretend he didn’t know what was going on but he wanted to wait a little longer before telling her in hopes of her figuring it out herself. Or, in any case, he needed to figure out a way to ease her into this. He didn’t want her to freak out, or be by herself when she did figure it out. But he needed time to process it himself; all he knew was that he couldn’t just blurt it out to her out of nowhere.
He hated to have to go right back to keeping secrets from her again, especially such a huge one, and especially something that affected her directly. By some miracle he didn’t lose her, she was still there with him by choice, he just couldn’t handle losing her for good if she took to the news badly. Which she had every right to… just as much as she’d had every right to be as upset with him as she’d been just a little while back. He thought back then that he’d lost her for good. And now he had to prepare himself for the possibility of having his heart broken all over again.
The way he handled this was crucial. A wrong move and he could fuck it all up forever. He needed to tread carefully.
He looked at her with squinted eyes, “How do you know I didn’t check the car?”
Y/N paused. She had been feeling like her senses were somehow heightened. Her hearing, her sense of smell… She pondered his question as he continued walking into the kitchen. Looking at his broad shoulders and his back had her wishing he hadn’t run off when he did.
“It’s kind of weird, you know… I’ve been, like, experiencing these weird things. I can hear so clearly and my sense of smell is…” she thought back to the panties she found but decided to keep that bit of information until the time was right, for later, “and I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s all in my head? I feel like maybe I should call Niall…”
Harry watched her carefully as she mulled over everything and he pulled out two eggs from the carton before she continued, “So when I couldn’t hear the car door, I guess I just assumed…” She scoffed, hearing herself out loud. She sounded like a nutcase. Of course she wouldn’t be able to hear the car door all the way from upstairs. “Sorry. I’m being weird. But… right now I’m actually starving so if that butter made it alive let’s eat.”
Harry had Y/N heat the hollandaise while he prepared the rest of the ingredients. But she was clearly still mulling over their interaction upstairs. He noticed her eyes dragging down his bare chest and stopping at his crotch repeatedly. And he could tell she was not only hungry for food but she also had a bit of an appetite for something carnal as well.
He cleared his throat when he turned to find her leaning on the island and watching him, “Gonna burn the sauce.”
Her grin was playful and Harry felt his blood heat up as she spoke, “Turned it off already. The lid will keep it warm.” She didn’t remove her gaze from him. She was making it very clear what she wanted and he wondered if she was aware of what she was doing or not.
As much as he’d have loved to have bent her over the kitchen island and take care of his girl the way she needed he couldn’t allow that. Not until they at least had a real conversation. About what she’d seen. About how she was feeling.
When she began to walk toward him she realized it was like something was just drawing her to him. She wanted to… what did she want? Breakfast was nearly ready and she was very hungry, and yeah, she wanted to eat but what she really wanted was to bite him. Just to nip his shoulder or his neck. His pecs. She didn’t know why her urge was so strong but the moment she was close enough to touch him Harry stood up straight and he looked away from her sultry gaze, “Uh, I’m just gonna go and get dressed and then we’ll eat.”
Breakfast was tasty. It was nourishing and filled her belly, mostly. She felt like she could eat more but Harry’s scent and his hands and his lips were distracting. And the way he kept keeping her at arm’s length had her feeling even more insatiable for him. She knew he was doing it because he was worried about hurting her but she was going to explode if he didn’t do something.
Turning to face his pretty girl he nearly gave in right then and there, seeing the ravenous look in her eyes. He could practically read her mind, that’s how loud she was thinking those dirty thoughts. And he wanted to give in, he wanted to kiss her, hold her, feel her body against his. Taste her… He shook his head as he got off the stool and pulled himself away reluctantly, grabbing their dirty dishes.“Let’s go for a swim. Like you wanted. I think I know a great place. Secluded. Not in the preserve.” Harry rinsed the dishes as he spoke. He could feel her eyes burning into his back but he needed to keep moving, keep his thoughts from wandering too far. Distract her if he could. He felt he could use a swim himself. Get out some of his pent-up emotions and energy.
“That sounds great, actually,” she grinned and lifted herself up to sit on the counter next to where he was washing the dishes, “I feel like I need to move and exert some energy. A little exercise would be good I think. A swim.”
*
The drive to the new spot wasn’t as quick as it would have been if they’d driven to the preserve and parked and hiked up to their special hidden oasis. But they both knew they couldn’t go back there. Maybe ever. Y/N stopped herself from initiating conversation the whole drive there, and she could tell Harry was holding back, too. She just wasn’t quite ready to address all of that; she at least wanted to go for this swim first. That would hopefully make her feel a bit better. She felt absolutely fine apart from the fact she felt she didn’t fit into her own skin. She was aching to move, burn some energy off, and she suspected it was due to the fact that she was sexually frustrated.
Y/N decided to google her symptoms to pass the time quicker on their drive to this new, secluded place Harry had suggested. She was not quite understanding the way she was able to smell everything so clearly. She typed in sudden heightened sense of smell into the search bar. Scrolling through the various results and webmd articles she landed on something that might explain the strange phenomenon.
Synesthesia could be the answer. It wasn’t uncommon for people that had gone through life-threatening injuries. She wasn’t 100% sure that was what was causing her to smell and hear things she would have never been able to before but at least it was some kind of answer. Something to ask Niall about when she did finally talk to him about all this.
Harry parked his car off the road and tucked away behind large pines and in the grass. It was miles from the preserve and in an area where the mountains were not protected or worked by the rangers. Some of it was privately owned land that hadn’t been touched in decades.
“The swimming cove is a spot I used to come to when I had time to waste and wanted to venture away from the preserve.” Harry spoke as he grabbed her bag from her, putting it over his shoulder and began walking toward the fence that clearly meant the area was off limits.
The overgrowth of vines and grass indicated that no one had been in these parts in a very long time. Which put Y/N at ease. She followed him, scaling the fence easily and trekking through the acreage close behind.
The upward hike was off trail and cumbersome but once they began making their way down into the valley from where they’d hiked Y/N saw the ridges of the mountain and a level area below with a ravine.
“Your sense of direction is astonishing,” she commented as they carefully trekked down toward where they could hear the water flowing, “But I guess that makes sense, doesn’t it? You’re a…” she stopped just before she could say the word. She still had to get used to that idea. That he was a werewolf. Part human, part beast.
Harry turned to look at her, stopping his pace suddenly as he raised his brows at her, “A werewolf? Is that what you were going to say?”
Nodding her head she shrugged, “Yeah. I wasn’t sure if you wanted to be called that. Or… I don’t know. Is it okay to say it?”
The gentle smile that took over his features told her it was, though he didn’t respond to her question with words.
Looking down to the sandy portion of the ravine Harry pointed, “Just there. It’s beautiful once you see it from the ground. Come on.”
Y/N was wearing her hiking boots while Harry was in his signature chelsea boots, making the descent to the cove look like child’s play. She was now hyper aware of why he was so good at hiking and trekking and staying steady even in such posh shoes. Everything that had suddenly come to light about what he really was had answered so many questions for her.
But the moment they were standing in the wet sand before the cove where the ravine led, all her thoughts about what Harry was had vanished. Another breathtaking spot with not a single human soul to be seen.
Harry placed their bags on the rocks to keep them dry and began to take his boots off as he watched Y/N curiously. He had been careful not to allow her to over exert herself but she was easily keeping up with him and she seemed fine. She was fine. Her heartbeat was steady and strong, her body had barely broken out in a sweat and she had a wide smile on her face as she looked around.
“Harry, this is… it’s perfect!” She was eager to move her limbs in the cool water. Feel the weightlessness take over and play around with Harry.
She looked over at him as he was undressing, taking his clothes off, his boots already on the rocks next to the bags. So she followed suit. Taking her own boots off and peeling her pants down her legs.
Harry was already jumping into the water by the time Y/N had stuffed her shirt onto the pile of clothes. Looking down over her body she did see the awful scar. The wound was healed but the remnants of what had happened was obvious. She hesitated to remove her bra as she brushed a hand over the raised skin.
“Everything okay?” Harry called to her. She looked out toward him, handsome with wet hair as he came in closer to her.
“Yeah. Just… saw this and…” she ran her fingers from the top of her clavicle downward over the scar to under her breast, “I guess I feel lucky to even be alive. Here with you.”
She kept her eyes on his as she unhooked the back of her bra and removed it.
Harry watched her as she bent down and took her panties off. He was already hard just seeing her bare body but the scar across her chest kept him in check. She was still recovering. Still figuring out what was going on.
The somber moment was suddenly over the minute she jumped into the water next to Harry and began to laugh. The water was frigid but it felt fantastic. Normally she would feel discomfort but right now her body was adjusting to it just fine, feeling invigorated and alive.
Stretching her limbs in the water she ducked her head under to swim closer to Harry and grasped his wrist.
Harry pulled her up and she tugged his arm around herself. Both grinning ear to ear with the closeness. He was just glad she was feeling playful. That she wasn’t upset or hurt by what had happened. At least in that moment she wasn’t. He knew she’d have lots of questions for him. Knew they needed to have a conversation but for now the light hearted moment was the only thing he could focus on. And her warm skin against his.
She was more than just playful though. She was horny and Harry knew it. Having her naked in the cool water of a private cove in the mountains was risky. Because he was turned on too. And he knew he was asking for trouble with this scenario. It evoked memories of their time together at the oasis in the preserve.
He could resist her for only so long. She was laying it on thick in his house during breakfast and now with his clothes off and his obvious erection it would be even harder to resist her.
Harry pulled his arm away and began to swim backwards, gliding through the water smoothly, putting some distance between himself and the girl.
“Where are you going?” She laughed and began to swim toward him slowly.
Harry shook his head and feigned innocence, “What do you mean? Just swimming is all,” he bit the inside of his cheek to tamper the playful grin on his face.
Instead of continuing after him she decided she’d lure him to her. She ducked under the water again, kicking her feet out and splashing as she maneuvered under the water before surfacing, bouncing out just enough that her breasts were visible to him.
She watched him closely as she pushed herself back and stretched her arms to float at the surface. The tranquility of having her ears tucked under the water, muffling all the sounds that surrounded them, and floating in the mountain chilled water on her back was just like being back at her oasis. She smiled to herself and peeked an eye at Harry. To her delight, he was already watching her closely.
His eyes were clearly taking in her soft breasts with tightened nipples perking above the water. She wouldn’t tease him too much but she wanted his hands on her. Wanted his attention. Wanted him to give in to her. She knew what he was doing. Knew he was trying to keep his distance because she needed to heal. But that just made her want him more. His gentlemanly and thoughtful attempts to keep her healthy and the way he was doing it because he cared for her. Denying himself something she knew he wanted as a way of protecting her.
Harry decided to peel his eyes from her body and float on his back too. He needed to straighten out his thoughts and get his mind out of the gutter. He closed his eyes and tried to train his dirty thoughts away. He knew his body was calling him to take care of his natural urges with his mate. And now that she was like him… she was very likely made exactly for him in every way.
But he couldn’t just act on his desires. He didn’t want to hurt her and he was sure if they did have sex she’d display even more evidence of being like him and that could scare her. If she somehow dropped her fangs in the middle of her orgasm or her claws came out while he was pounding into her – yeah, his thoughts weren’t helping. All of that sounded absolutely delightful and he’d love to feel her fangs puncture into his skin, or have her claw up his back and chest.
“Harry,” he heard her voice speak his name and he popped his eyes open, dropping the lower half of his body back into the water and letting his toes scrape along the rocky sand.
She saw the way his erection was bobbing just above the water every time his chest inhaled and he floated upward the tiniest bit. And then his eyes on hers were dark. She could almost hear his heart pounding in his chest, not unlike her own wildly pumping heart.
Something in her decided to cut the shit. She was feeling bold. Feeling like he wanted exactly what she wanted and as nice as it was to be cared for and protected by him she wanted him to fuck her. She wanted him to hold her in his arms and to give himself to her once and for all.
“Stop this,” she spoke matter-of-factly as she swam around his body. “I can see clearly how affected you are by me.”
Touching his shoulder she moved her finger down over his tattoos and to his pecs, thumbing at his nipple and watching his eyes, “I’m okay. Really. You don’t have to keep holding off and denying yourself, Harry.” She moved herself in front of him and draped her arms over his shoulders.
Without another thought, Harry’s hands moved down to her waist as he pulled her in closer to him, “I want you healthy is all. And I think we have a lot to talk about.”
Nodding her head she agreed. That was true. They needed to talk. But something inside of her needed something physical. She needed it to uncloud her brain and give her some kind of clarity. She couldn’t explain it, she just knew she needed it. More than a talk. As important as that was, she was sure she wouldn’t ever be able to focus on anything he told her if he didn’t fuck her first.
“Yes. We will talk. But I don’t know how to explain the way I feel in this moment, how much I need you.” She bit her lip and pushed her hips to his, his cock firm on her thigh, “It’s kind of painful actually.”
Harry could feel her warm against his prick as he looked down to see her breasts grazing against his chest. Painful? Yes, perhaps she was feeling that natural physical urge to release just like he was. That’s how it was for his kind, though he was used to it. Used to the pain of holding off and not allowing himself to indulge right away. She was not used to the way it felt. The ache that wasn’t just from being horny. It was something deep and raw. A biological and natural instinct his kind, their kind possessed.
He knew the pain well. Knew it could be pushed down and she’d be okay. But she was new to all this. And even with the water around them he could smell how intensely she needed him. Needed him to soothe her. And he was the only one that could provide that for her too. He knew that even if she masturbated she wouldn’t be fully comforted. It would pacify her for a bit. Maybe an hour but she wouldn’t be fulfilled. She wasn’t going to feel better until he took care of her. But he needed to be careful.
“I think you need to recover first, kitten.” Harry let the little nickname he’d given her so long ago slip out. Or maybe he’d done it on purpose. There was something about her that was feeding into his own urges. She was drawing them out of him with just her eyes. The change in her was so deep and it tangled with his own impulses and senses that he could barely think straight. He was more drawn to her than he’d ever been and he knew it was because of the change. Because she was like him now. His perfect match.
“Harry,” she spoke softly as she kept her eyes on his, a hand moving over his warm chest, “I trust you. I know you would never hurt me and I can tell you need it too. You need me just as much.”
She could just sense his need. And it wasn’t just the fact that he had an erection. She knew it before all that. She felt it back at his house. Something between them had shifted and it was as if she could anticipate his needs without him having to tell her or show her.
His teeth ached to kiss her and to bite her. A carnal and spiritual feeling overwhelmed him. His willpower was incredible but there was only so much he could take. He was as weak as any man and her wolf was luring his out to play. Perhaps he could be gentle. She needed him. She needed him.
He grasped the back of her head and his lips found her mouth. The kiss was hot and electric and wild. She lifted a thigh up to his hip and he used his free hand to keep it in place, pasting their hips together.
The whimper that fell from his mouth had her grinning and feeling powerful. She grasped onto his shoulders and let the weightlessness of the water aid her in lifting her other leg to wrap around his hips. Harry groaned and brought his other hand down to keep her thighs held up in place.
Their naked bodies were in sync as he began to walk her out of the water and to the small spot where the sand met the craggy rocks. He’d take care of her. Make love to her gently and soothe her ache. Soothe his own ache.
Their mouths never parted as he walked out of the water and carefully placed her down into the sand, his knees falling into the granules as he put himself between her thighs. With her legs open he could smell her in a way that was overwhelming. He groaned and licked into her mouth before parting from the kiss with a gasp.
The scar on her chest and over her neck had him filled with jealousy and hatred. He was glad he’d killed James for even placing a finger on his girl. His lips pressed over her scar just above her breast and she ran her fingers into his long hair as he pecked wet kisses along the skin that had been forever marred.
“I’m going to make it better,” he whispered between kisses, “Make you feel whole again. Give you everything you need. Show you what it means to be mine…”
She closed her eyes and threw her head back as his mouth worked upward slowly and over the skin on her neck. His tongue laved softly and his lips grazed over the sensitive spots that were still healing. She had never felt such need before in her life. Sure she’d been horny before and had never been more turned on by anyone the way she was with Harry. But this was different. Something else was at play and she didn’t have the mind to dwell on it. She only knew that she needed him.
“Please…” she breathed out her plea as his warm mouth soothed her flesh and his nose nudged at her jaw.
“Hurts doesn’t it?” He continued kissing every inch of her scar as he pushed her back down into the sand, “I’m the only one that can make it better.”
She knew it was true. Whatever was happening in her could only be quieted by him.
Nodding her head she spread her legs further, hoping he’d put her out of her misery and fuck her into oblivion, “Harry, please…”
He looked down over her soft body and the scars, and felt emotions rise in his heart. He hated James even in his death, but he was beyond grateful that she was still his. That she was alive. He would worry later about the guilt and the real issue at hand. His own urges and her excruciating need were beckoning to be dealt with immediately. He could practically feel the ache in her body. Her tummy was emanating heat and he felt bad that she was in such pain. She wasn’t used to this level of arousal and need yet. She would learn to deal with it eventually but for now he would give her relief.
Her cry of pleasure was loud, echoing off the rocks of the cove that surrounded them as he placed his mouth on her throbbing pussy, already pulsing and clenching and dripping.
The sting of her fingers pulling at his hair had him growling into her with delight. He could tell she was urging him in harder but he was going to resist doing anything hard or painful. That would come later. When he was certain she was ready for it.
His tongue was wide and flat as he tugged it up and down her slick cunt. She was so wet he was certain he couldn’t possibly lick it all up and the flavor was just like before but now it tasted truly nourishing to him. He held her thighs apart gently as he dove into her like she was a meal. Licking and sucking at her bits.
She writhed and moaned, her hips lifting off the sand and bucking into his face making him nearly lose his grip on her thighs. She was strong. He shouldn’t have been surprised but he was still getting used to the notion that she was like him now.
“Fuck… yes…” she cooed loudly as his scalp was on fire from the way she was yanking his hair.
Harry didn’t lift his mouth to chuckle or respond and taunt her like he wanted. He needed to make her come so he kept his lips at work on her pussy.
When he began to kiss her clit and pull at it with the smallest nip she squealed and cried out his name as her thighs attempted to close around his head. He held her down but he didn’t want to hurt her so he moved his palms up to grip the underside of her knees to keep her legs pressed down.
She continued bucking as her muscles tensed and her moans grew louder. His nose and mouth and chin were shiny and sticky with her as he rubbed his nose into her clit and stuck his tongue into the opening and past her little muscle, the slick gushing noises the only background sound to her gasps and soft pants.
Harry was feeling his own cock leak and throb. Just tasting her and knowing how good he was making her feel was putting him on edge. He swallowed down her arousal and took a gasp of breath before putting his face back into her cunt for more.
She’d never felt it like this before. Something far more intense was happening in her body and she didn’t know if it was because it was her first orgasm since she nearly died or just knowing that Harry was a werewolf and he was probably enjoying the taste of her in a way she never realized before. That all those times he’d told her how much he liked her scent and her taste, he wasn’t just saying it to make her feel good, he actually meant it. Or just knowing that he was a werewolf in general… probably all of the above.
When her orgasm snapped over her body she tightened her grip on his hair he grunted into her pussy in pain, but it didn’t stop him from lapping at her and sucking her clit. She was shaking so hard and pulling at his hair so tight that he was having a hard time moving his mouth over her the way he wanted. Instead, she was moving his face over her soft crease and clit the way she wanted.
Her cries were loud. It almost sounded as if someone was hurting her. Like she was wailing in pain and anguish. Harry understood that this was because of her intense need to release. Her first release as a werewolf by the hands of her lover. Her mate. He rolled his eyes into the back of his head in ecstasy of his own. He’d not come but he could. His own cock was neglected and hot and if he allowed it, he’d come all over himself and the sand below. But he wanted to come inside of her. He wanted to feel her around him and he knew she was going to want it.
The part of him that wanted to wait and to talk first was already a distant memory left back in his kitchen. His instincts and his wolf had taken over at that moment.
He felt her release his hair as she sighed, wiggling underneath him.
Y/N grabbed at him, pulling him up and over her, “Want you inside me, right now. Do it while I’m still pulsing around nothing.”
Harry was beyond trying to fight this, eating her out had driven him over the edge. He was determined to give her everything she wanted and luckily for him, it was exactly what he wanted as well. The way she’d clawed at him to get him on top of her made him feral, he wondered if she was realizing the amount of force she’d just exerted in doing so, but he couldn’t dwell on it for too long, not when he looked down at her and she looked like she was going to howl with how much she wanted it.
She yanked him against her lips and devoured his mouth, licking her arousal off of him and humming profusely, and in turn, Harry didn’t waste a single moment longer before sinking himself into her juicy cunt. The cry she let out was akin to an injured wolf’s and he knew he wasn’t hurting her, she was just giving in to her natural instincts now. That of letting him dominate her completely.
He pulled back a bit to watch her and when she opened her eyes and her golden irises flashed at him he groaned loudly, allowing his own to take over. Her mouth fell agape and she reached to push his hair out of his face to take him all in better while he slowly but steadily fucked into her. “Harry… your eyes. They’re beautiful. You’re beautiful. You’re exactly who and what you should be, I’m so damn lucky,” she rolled her eyes to the back of her head in ecstasy and Harry thought his heart was going to burst at the amount of love he felt for her.
He didn’t know how it was possible he now loved her even more than before, but being wanted and loved for exactly who he was turned out to be a lot more important to him than he’d thought it would be. He thought he could hide this side of him from her forever and be fine with it, and he’d have done it gladly to keep her. But having it all out into the open and her so accepting of it was something he’d never even allowed himself to hope for.
Well, almost everything out into the open. And god, was she beautiful too. She’d always been, of course, but now that she was like him it did things to him he couldn’t even explain. And it looked so right, so natural. Like she was always meant to be a werewolf. He couldn’t wait to watch her discover everything and come into her own completely. He only wished she’d accept it and embrace it fully.
He was snapped out of his reverie when she nipped at his neck and that only made him drive into her more urgently. Noting it had stung a bit too much, his eyes landed on her mouth and he could see her pointy canines pinching her plump lower lip, a bit of blood coating it.
The sight made him almost come then and there, making him moan and slow his pace a bit to regain focus. As much as he wanted to drag it out and go at it for hours, he needed to milk another orgasm from her and hopefully satiate her craving for a bit, because this was rapidly escalating and getting out of hand. She was completely giving into her natural instincts; and if she noticed any of the signs she was presenting she’d freak out and that was not the way he wanted her to find out.
He flipped her over as though she weighed nothing, not having to hide his natural strength from her anymore and began pounding into her in earnest. He was close, so close, and he knew she was too with how she moaned and whimpered and called out his name repeatedly. But he didn’t want to knot into her just yet, he first needed to explain that to her, plus this wasn’t really the setting for it, he wanted to be able to cuddle with her like that in his expensive bedding back at home, not on this rocky terrain that was sure to leave some bruises on her as it was. He knew she could take it now, he’d of course never have allowed it had she still been just human, but even so, she was recovering, and he didn’t want her feeling any discomfort.
“Please come inside me, Harry. I don’t care. I need it... I can’t explain how much–fuck, how much I need it.”
She needn’t have worried, she wasn’t in heat (yet), so it wasn’t risky like that, but of course she’d worry about getting pregnant. Yet another reason why he needed to find a way to tell her, to avoid all the unnecessary worry on her part. For now, though, he was going to enjoy spilling into her warm cunt, because he needed it just as much. His eyes caught glimpse of her hands she’d rested her smushed cheek against, and her sharp nails were on display. Her much sharper nails. He couldn’t wait for her to claw at his back using them soon, but right now he needed to make sure she didn’t notice them. He grabbed her by her elbows and pulled her back against him, holding her hands behind her back with one arm and snaking the other to her front, finding her clit as he kept thrusting into her from this new angle.
She was already on edge and it only took her a few moments to reach her peak, crying out and letting her head fall back against his shoulder. The sight of the mark on her neck that she probably didn’t even notice wasn’t lost on him though, that was something that would always taunt him, knowing it was someone else’s bite that marked her. But he could claim it as his now, because she was, she was his. It was his cock she was pulsing around, his arms she was falling back into, his name she was whimpering- and so he allowed himself to bite over her mark as he finally gave in to his most primal urge- that of claiming her completely, while he let go and finally filled her up to the brim.
She didn’t even feel the sting of it, she was that far gone; if anything, it was pleasurable for her- as it should be. And for Harry? It was the hardest he’d ever come in his life. His fangs deep into her delicate neck and his cock even deeper into her perfect pussy, she was made just for him, and now she was his in every sense of the word.
With breaths heaving and soft gasps, Harry kept her tight against his chest. He wanted to tell her everything. Wanted so much for her to know what he was thinking. What had just happened to her. What she could expect and that it would only get better and better. If she thought that was intense…
And it was. She didn’t know how to describe the ecstasy, the relief… But it was more than just physical. Everything in and around her felt lighter and more lovely. She was happier than she’d ever been, she felt. She had a sudden urge to run and play; something she hadn’t felt in many years. It was as if being with Harry, everything just made more sense.
With a laugh she wiggled out of his arms and ran back into the water, diving in and swimming out toward the middle, only emerging with a sharp inhale for breath when her lungs needed air.
Harry couldn’t help but look at her in awe. His heart throbbed in his chest with love for her.
“Come on! Get back in!” Y/N shouted and began to glide through the water.
Shaking his head with a laugh he walked back into the icy water and then dove under to meet her in the center of the small cove.
She kept her eyes on the water, waiting for him to emerge but she felt his hand on her ankle before she saw him. With a yelp, she laughed and ducked under to pull at him.
Harry wrapped his arms around her body and pushed them both upward to the surface together. The lighthearted moment suddenly halted as they kept their gazes locked. Y/N moved her arms over his shoulders and drew her face in close to his, brushing their noses together, “I’m so glad I’m here with you. I’m glad I’m alive. I’m glad you’re alive. I don’t know what I would have done. I thought I lost you and that’s the last thing I remember before…” she paused, feeling herself get emotional she swallowed her tears, “It just feels like… destiny to be here with you.”
He could feel and hear her heart beating in her chest and he knew she could feel his do the same. It was as if his whole life had all been leading him to this moment. He knew that this woman was his mate. He’d always known it. Maybe ever since the first night he laid eyes on her in the woods all that time ago. Despite the fact that she had a gun pointed at him, there was just something about her. Something that he knew was different. He belonged to her before he ever met her.
“I’m so glad you’re here too. That we’re here together,” he looked down at her beautiful face as he continued, “I was ready to kill everyone when I thought you weren’t going to make it. Niall said there was no hope. That it was… too late for you,” he inhaled a shaky breath remembering the state she was in just days ago.
“Tell me about what happened. Everything I don’t know about, before, and after the fight. I want to know what happened.”
Harry began to describe the day he was taken and how he’d been outnumbered. He told her why it’d come down to that, about James’ and Irina’s involvement, the way the elders didn’t listen to him having already made up their minds and weren’t going to give him a fair trial.
But with Y/N’s quick thinking and by her reaching out to Niall a chain of events was set off that actually helped matters.
“Lester is a pack leader too, as you know now. The Pack of the Western Plains. He has connections all over. He’s very well respected. So, with his resources he made it so that there was a trial at the very least.”
“And Eddie too? He was there.” She said, remembering the events of that day.
“Yes. He was finally able to shift back into his human form. Because of you,” Harry brought a hand up to her face and gently brushed his knuckles over her temple.“I expected that no matter how the trial ended there would be a fight to the death. And I was certain that no matter how many drugs they’d given me or that they’d left me without food and water that I would be able to do away with James rather easily. But I was weakened. Significantly. It’s the only reason he even had the chances he did. It’s why he got in a few good tears. Had I been in my normal shifted state he would have never been able to penetrate my skin and I would have killed him within the first thirty seconds. And he knew that. So did everyone else.”
“They all let you fight like that? Did your pack not respect you as their alpha?”
Harry sighed and nodded, “They never respected me. They were always very rigid in their beliefs. They preferred the old ways of doing things. Most packs nowadays are more open and lenient. There are still strict rules we have to follow but tolerance is practiced these days. Not my pack… my old pack.”
“Are you worried they’ll come back and try to hurt you?”
Putting his arms around her low back protectively he pressed his forehead to hers, “I am. I’m worried they’ll try to hurt you too.”
“Even though you’ve given up the pack? And you won the fight?”
“Yes. I wouldn’t put it past them. I’ll do anything I can to protect you,” Harry paused and leaned back to look at Y/N again, “Which is why I think it would be good for us to visit Lester and Alma at the farm for a while. Get away from here for a bit. Just until we can get our bearings and heal.”
The smile on her face gave Harry relief. He wasn’t sure she’d be up for it, but she’d been surprising him since she woke up from her coma.
“That sounds like a really good idea. I’d love to spend more time with Eddie too.”
His heart continued to lob in his chest wildly. She was more than perfect for him in every way. He couldn’t contain his joy to have her in his arms, “He’d love that. Edward is very fond of you. And he was there, at Niall’s practice. With all of us while you were in that bed. He was devastated.”
Y/N nodded and felt awful about putting anyone through such distress. She knew it wasn’t her fault but she could imagine what it would have been like to watch a friend or lover unconscious in bed and not know if they’d come out of it or not.
“... And you? How did you deal with me being in that bed?”
Harry shook his head and let his eye contact falter for a moment as he thought back to how completely ruined he felt, “Felt like I would die if you didn’t make it. Like I couldn’t breathe or eat. I talked to you all day. Kept myself close by your side and encouraged you to wake up. Made sure you were comfortable in the bed even though I knew you couldn’t really feel anything. I didn’t know what to do. Niall kept telling me it was impossible–” Harry inhaled a sharp breath and tried to calm his emotions but his eyes began to fill with tears with just the memory of how utterly hopeless everything felt.
“Hey,” Y/N moved her hands to cup Harry’s face, “I’m right here. And I’m very much alive. We both are. I’m not going anywhere. You saved me.”
Swallowing his tears he blinked and forced the smallest smile, “And you saved me. If it weren’t for you I would be dead right now.”
Y/N leaned in to kiss the gorgeous werewolf. She couldn’t believe she’d gotten so lucky to have him in her life. That he wanted her. She only felt more connected, in tune with him. It was as if the accident had altered something in her soul. She was changed. She figured it was love.
Harry pinched her hip softly and pulled away from the kiss. He couldn’t help it. He needed to be honest with her. He’d told her his truth when she was asleep but now that she was wide awake and in his arms he knew he had to say it that very moment or he’d suffocate, “I love you, Y/N.”
Her lips parted at his admission and she was suddenly aware of her body against his and the way his heart was rapidly throbbing in his chest at the same pace as her own. She felt as if she’d heard him say it to her before. That this wasn’t the first time.
She gripped his biceps tight and felt herself shiver at the intensity of his bright green eyes. He loved her. He truly did and she felt it deep in her spirit. Without a doubt, he loved her.
“Harry, I love you too. So much,” she gasped as he squeezed her tight to his chest and felt him purring against her own. The comfort that brought to her was consuming. She sighed and held him tight, her cheek smushed into his shoulder.
Everything around them was dizzy and soft. She was safe in his arms. She was safe with her lover.
When he pulled back a bit and let his head fall back, inhaling sharply and then howling loudly, Y/N gasped in excitement and couldn’t hold back her tears of joy. She smiled widely looking at Harry in his element, expressing happiness freely and it made her own heart flutter. He looked back at her, his wide smile matching her own, the echo of his wolfish howl still resounding in the cove, and she’d never seen him look happier.
She’d done that. Just by loving him.
The sudden vibrating in her own chest startled her. She looked up at Harry whose eyes were wide as he looked down at her.
“Harry– what…?” She looked down at her bare body, putting a small bit of distance between herself and Harry. The vibrating stopped suddenly as she put a hand up to her chest and looked into the crystal water surrounding them and reflecting the sky above and both their faces.
But then she stilled completely, the ripples on the surface cleared away and she focused on the features of her face, being mostly drawn to the bright golden irises staring back at her in the reflection of the water.
In stunned silence she looked up at Harry before looking back into the water again.
He knew it was only a matter of time. He just hadn’t expected it to happen like this.
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hey hun! i love how you intertwine music in your fics, the way it's almost a character in the story. and i know you and i both share a deep appreciation for lhh, so i'd like to request smth with him if you're up for it and feel inspired by this 💌. i'm imagining him working a normal job, something completely unrelated because he never thought he was good enough to pursue something with his music, but he loves to write "poems" as he calls them, and he also has a melody he strums on the guitar for each of them, so really, they're songs but he just won't think of them that way because again, he's got it in his head that it's just a silly pastime of his. but then he meets someone and eventually she stumbles over his notebooks filled with these poems and she asks about them and so he plays her some. and his voice is soft as he murmurs the lyrics to the quiet melody on the guitar and then she points out aside from how it's all absolutely beautiful that it also made her tear up and maybe he's got a sad past, someone broke his heart and this had been his way to cope with it, like therapy journaling. but since he's met her he's been writing happier stuff, sexier stuff 👀 and he very shyly sings one of his newer stuff to her one day, he's in love now and his inspiration is taking him down a different path. she surprises him one day with a meeting with a producer in a studio, some friends of friends of hers that harry had no idea about, and he has no clue what he's walking into. they love him and his stuff, sad or up-beat all the same, and want to sign him right away. maybe the label want him to cut his hair for the look they wanna go for (just because i love to suffer lmao). if it's too specific or you wanna leave anything out and wanna switch stuff up, that's totally fine, and if you don't feel inspired by this that's also fine ❤️just thought i'd try and prompt an idea as per your post, but i really ran with it and before i knew it it turned into this super lengthy ask lol sowyyyyy
Girrrrrllll. I'm in the bathroom at work and oh my heart 🥹. I'm gonna be thinking about this the rest of the day. I love it, thank you ☺️❤️.
i'm a dentist and my advice is don't get more than one removed at a time especially if impacted. swelling and pain afterwards is normal, you just take the meds they give you and ice it and in about 1-2 days it subsides depending on each case of course. my patients never complain but i'm not a surgeon so i don't do impacted- that's a more invasive procedure and so the recovery takes longer but i repeat, never more than one per session no matter how much they insist (unles you're getting sedated but i would advise to opt for local anesthesia)
it'll be alright 💋
okay wow thank u so much also i heard that if u drink pineapple juice a lot the day before the swelling is like better and so is the pain is that true?? also is it bad if im sedated like whats the con? sorry if its dumb questions i just get worried and dramatize everything😭😭
i'm way behind on reading lately and since i have a lot of fics i'm behind on i haven't started anything new in ages, but a fic by @lukesaprince caught my eye and boy oh boy 🥵🥵🥵🥵 rich harry!! 🔥
Oooo lemme go and see! I’ve got the day today to read and write 🫡
