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HI!!! I was so happy to read that I was gonna be blessed with a new chapter on saturday night and then my waitress job kicked my ass with getting a long long shift that night.

And oh boy this chapter had some spice, ohmyyyyy Let alone the opening scene. I love how eager she is with him :') It's just so nice to see that she is equally obsessed with him without even having a rut coming up for herself hahahha

And him being so mopey about her not letting him fuck her or make her feel good in general as she is on her period is both equally frustrating for me as I am really keen on seeing how they'll do once they get there but it's so so nice to see him not pushing her boundaries at all. A respectful king, love that so much!! HIM SLEEPING SO WELL BECAUSE OF HER, imma cry :(((<3 so sweet, how cozy and needy he is in this chapter in general, you've seen my comments on the sneaky you've posted already. I'm just in love with him he is the softest alpha ever with her :((((

I love the decision you made for him having his rut by himself for a lot of reasons. Forst of all, he could never hold back with her, then she would have a huge freakout about finding out about his inner wolf and then she'd pretty literally be sentenced to death by an entire pack of werewolves???? Hell no, cuddly, bonding time with lil Eddie it is! Such a sweet solution to deflate the situation with the rut a bit and enabling her to bond a bit more with the pup. Although I am really curious to find out what was up with him in the end. Does he feel his alphas rut? But it doesn't make sense for him to be whiney about that then, I am pretty clueless about this one haha

I'm just so dead thinking of how movie adaptations might play with cuts in between Harry and y'n and Eddie: excessive hand fucking// yn and Eddie watching some cartoons//Harry knotting his hand// yn and Eddie playing tug of war with some toy// a scene of Harry humping the towel on the bed with his head in the pillow// yn and Eddie cuddling and napping in bed man, this could be such a fun scene, maybe you could write a script and send it so Harry, see if he'd be interested in acting his own role for the adaptation? :D :D

And oh boy, I cannot wait for the new chapter, that cliffhanger did things to me!!! I can tell, I'll habe a good session of me-time in my den for the next reading hahah

Oh, I completely forgot about that: I am not a big fan of him lying to her about the apartment. I mean not in the way of you guys deciding for that plotline but for him having to lie to her on this excessive level. But I mean it is a pretty big secret to keep and there are nearly no other possibilities for him. I wonder how things will progress with his pack and the female alpha, who is already asking him a looot of questions.

Shoutout to Niall for being a great friend and well... a submissive wolfboy. Little does he know he will have to deep clean every centimeter of his apartment of various body fluids and an excessive smell of rut :D :D

Thanks so much for sharing, you two!! Looking forward to the next one as always!!

Hugs, kissies and cuddles <33

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)

Lupus Noctis- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings

Chapter 6 / alternatively, read on wattpad

Chapter 7 (word count: 20k+) -updated April 15

It took Y/N a moment to figure out what wasn’t adding up when she blinked her eyes awake in the middle of the night. She could only assume it was the middle of the night because the room was dark, and she would’ve checked her phone but something was immobilizing her, and that something was the large man sleeping with his heavy arm draped across her midsection. She tried wiggling a bit but he didn’t budge in the slightest. His nose was buried in the crook of her neck and he was holding her flush to his torso. 

Looking at the window, Y/N could distinguish that the sun was just about to rise. She had no desire to wake up early since she had her day off, especially when she was wrapped up in Harry’s arms like that.  

She had been pretty drowsy going to bed to realize, but yet again, she’d fallen asleep in record time in his company. This was so unusual for her. It took her weeks, months even to get accustomed to sleeping next to someone new, but with him- she couldn’t even remember falling asleep as soundly on her own.

Harry grunted in his sleep and shifted a bit against her, pulling her body even closer to his if that was even possible and it dawned on her exactly what had woken her up. He was pressing his very evident morning wood into her thigh and even rutting a bit against it in his sleep. 

She listened intently to make sure he wasn’t actually awake and trying to get her attention somehow- no, Harry was asleep, she was certain. 

Since going back to sleep was near impossible with that… melee weapon poking at her, Y/N smiled to herself, deciding to take matters into her own hands. Literally.

She tried turning in his arms but he just tightened his hold on her; but slowly, carefully she managed to face him, lying on her side, his arm over her waist still in place. She took in the sight of him in his sleep, as much as she could make out in the semi-darkness. Her eyes were getting accustomed to the dark and the more she looked at him, the more she could make out of his features. That scowl he always seemed to sport was everpresent, even in his sleep- or was it just that he was dreaming something in particular? She could feel his fingers on her hipbone twitching from time to time, and then there was that low grunt again, that had him bury the side of his face into his pillow, in lieu of the crook of her neck. 

Y/N couldn’t believe he was right there with her, and that she was watching him in his sleep. He was mouthwateringly gorgeous. The blanket was hanging low on his waist and with the distance she’d put between them whilst turning around, she knew his aching cock was right there, within arm’s reach. 

She deliberated it, wondering if he’d be opposed to it. He hadn’t let her touch him after their date, but then he told her through texts that he’d let her thank him all she wanted when they next saw each other- and if that wasn’t consent she didn’t know what was. She had it in writing and everything.

She bit her lower lip, hoping her intuition wasn’t leading her astray, and reached out to touch him under the cover. When her hand came into contact with the warm, velvety smoothness of his cock she felt her mouth fall agape. Somehow, the fact that she couldn’t really see what she was doing was heightening her tactile sense, and when she wrapped her hand around him and squeezed the slightest bit she realized he must’ve been full mast, he was hard as steel. Her small hand was barely encompassing his girth and that made her wet her lips, which prompted her to remove her hand briefly and lick it thoroughly before she wrapped it around him again. 

The moment she started dragging her fist up and down his shaft, ever so slightly, he shuddered- but didn’t wake up. She couldn’t believe how much she had to cover, it was a long slide up and down, dragging his foreskin along with her movements. His bulbous head was already exposed, fully erect as he was, and she dragged her palm over it- taking note of its significant size, barely fitting into her fist. She couldn’t suppress a whimper, squeezing her thighs together and being hyperaware of her tampon and how something much, much larger could take its place soon. 

The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon casting a few subdued, golden rays into her room, one of them landing partly on Harry’s handsome face. She took note of his flared nostrils, his brows were even more furrowed than before and his breathing was labored. His pelvis started thrusting into her fist by instinct, much in the way he’d poked at her thigh in his sleep- and then she lowered her eyes in between them and could now discern what was happening under the blanket as well.

She wet her lips again, swallowing the lump in her throat at the sight. She could see precome glistening over his slit and she thumbed at it, squeezing her own thighs together. 

A louder, different kind of groan made her remove her eyes from his cock, and when she looked at his face again she was met with his piercing eyes- so much brighter in the golden rays. Their intensity nearly startled her, but she didn’t have time to take it in properly- Harry pulled her closer to him and delved tongue-first into a soaring kiss that left her breathless. He devoured her mouth, his breathing labored against her cheek, and when she felt his much larger hand over hers, dragging it up and down his cock she remembered to keep going, having forgotten to move upon waking him up.

He removed his hand once she picked up the pace, but still made sure to keep the strokes languid and drawn out, and Harry grabbed her ass instead, kneading the flesh through her panties as though he was trying to get his fingers to poke through the material and reach her skin. 

Harry was sloppily kissing her and fucking himself into her hand. It felt good to have him so needy for her. And when he whispered her name against her lips and squeezed her hip as he bucked forward, she felt him tremble.

Harry was already on edge. He’d been dreaming the sweetest and nastiest dream just before he’d been woken up. Of course, with her scent permeating him like it was she snuck into his mind even in sleep. And he was throbbing before she’d even touched him. He was at the point of no return with achy balls and a leaky tip. It had been such a good dream… his knot had just taken and she was there, under him, fucked out and red in the face as he pushed himself into her, bringing her to another orgasm but this time she was coming on his knot and that’s when he woke up to her stroking him slowly. He wished the dream had been real. He wasn’t disappointed that she was actually here with his cock in her hand, of course not, but he was disappointed by the fact that it had only been a dream where it was implied that she knew about him since he was fucking her with his knot. And that really would have been ideal; for her to know his secret and be okay with it, allowing him to really be himself with her. 

His fingers slid to the outline of the fabric of her panties and she could tell where he was trying to get with this- he wanted to touch too- and she wanted him to quite desperately so. But she was on her period, and while technically he could at least thumb at her clit a bit, she didn’t feel comfortable letting him do that- at least not yet. She’d not let anyone touch her intimately while menstruating before but with Harry, she could see herself overcoming this inhibition.

She pulled her face away and he followed immediately, but she nudged her nose to his to get his attention without having to get her hand off him, the other trapped awkwardly between them, “Can’t. On my period, remember?”

Harry growled deep in his chest, his voice coming out much deeper than it usually sounded, “I couldn’t give less of a fuck about a little blood, Y/N. Trust me. Wanna touch you- fuck that feels so good,” he whined towards the end, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Maybe not right now… I want this to be about you,” she whispered back and Harry opened up his eyes to look at her again. She looked dazed out and floaty, and maybe it was because it was extremely early and they still had to get some more sleep, but he liked to think she was fucked out of her mind with how much this was turning her on. “Told me I could thank you all I wanted- remember?” She bit her lower lip at that and Harry threw his head back again, closing his eyes. He was sure her seeing them right now wouldn’t be a good idea, he could barely hold it together. The way she was touching him, so bloody perfect, the way she looked at him, the smell of her arousal, her breathy voice, the things she said to him- he wasn’t going to last.

She thumbed at his slit again, noting how much precome he was oozing, and moaned at the feel. He grit his teeth and willed his eyes open, looking at her and then between them at what she was doing, “I remember… Fuck, Y/N. Just like that, kitten.”

She smiled at the pet name, she just couldn’t not every time he used it, and reached to kiss him again. His hand squeezed her bum in response and then traveled a bit further up, snaking his hand under his shirt to where he knew more of her smooth skin would be found. He opened his eyes to look at her, never breaking the kiss and when she felt his hand hesitate, she opened hers too and nodded her approval against his mouth. She fluttered them close again when she felt his big, warm palm grope her breast.

She could tell he needed more, and so did she, so she used her other hand to unbutton the shirt enough for him to push it over her shoulder and pull her breast out and then immediately latch his lips around her nipple.

They moaned in unison and she increased her grip on him, picking up the speed a bit too. He alternated between sucking and nipping slightly at her bud and then licking sloppily all around it and up toward her clavicle, bringing his hand back where his mouth had been while he mouthed at her jawline. He was losing his composure, she could tell.

“Gonna make a mess of your precious little souvenir,” she could hear the amusement in his low, husky voice.

She loved the idea of that for some reason- but then it dawned on her that she couldn’t let him do that, for practical reasons. If she were to get his other shirt in exchange for this one like she planned, he couldn’t exactly leave her apartment with it stained, “Wait– no. I want you to finish on me. Please?”

It wasn’t just to save the shirt. She really did feel the urge to feel his hot, sticky come on her skin- to feel him closer still. She unbuttoned the shirt the rest of the way and then laid on her back, with him following closely, hovering over her. 

Harry nearly lost it when he heard her request. She needed to be marked, poor little thing- and who was he to deny her primal instinct? She kept pumping him while he cast his attention to her neglected breast but he couldn’t prolong it any longer- giving the underside of her plump flesh another shallow bite before pulling back and grabbing himself from her hold. He watched her as she brought her thumb she’d just swiped over his slit to her mouth and sucked on it greedily, moaning and rolling her eyes back and that was enough for Harry to come undone, unleashing rope after rope on her belly, in between her breasts and up to her neck. 

She watched him transfixed, she’d never seen a man climax like that before. Harry was vocal, and he didn’t hold back. His animalistic grunts and pants made her moan even though he wasn’t even touching her as he was orgasming.

She watched him close his eyes and pump himself to the last drop and when he opened them back again she made sure he saw the way she scooped some from her torso and brought it to her mouth. She couldn’t wait to taste him properly next. He also tasted different- much better than the guys she’d dated before him. She figured that must’ve been due to his healthy diet.

The sight made him smirk. If only she knew this wasn’t the first time she’d had a taste of him, he thought to himself. Roaming his eyes over her, he squeezed himself in reprimand- he could tell his erection would not go down even after all that, and he knew he couldn’t do much else after this. But she extricated herself from beneath him and told him she’d be quick, heading towards the bathroom, before he could contemplate what other options he had. 

There were none. He simply had to wait it out, and he didn’t know how he would do that now that she’d touched him like that. When she came back, he kissed her some more until he started feeling her go lax in his arms again. And although Harry was used to starting his day early, he needed more time with her, in bed, his nose buried in her neck. It was his new favorite place on earth.

*

Harry flinched awake, and stood up on the bed hastily, taking his surroundings in. Where was she? His instincts were on high alert, because not only was she missing from between his arms- but how did she manage to leave the bedroom without him acknowledging it?

A faraway sound made him hurry to the window and look outside to where it came from- it was her, and she was giggling. Which immediately calmed him down knowing she wasn’t in harm’s way. He still couldn’t believe she’d left their bed without him waking up, even if briefly, to take note of her doing so.

Looking at the sight before him as he contemplated, he couldn’t help but smile when he saw what she was doing. 

He had never slept so deeply before. Harry was by nature a predator and many times he slept with one eye open, so to speak. Any movement or new presence would have him up and ready to pounce normally. But this? She had gotten out of bed, gotten dressed, closed her bedroom door behind her, and took Edward outside all without Harry’s being aware. And that scared him. What if someone had come in to harm her or his nephew and he’d slept through it? 

He couldn’t be sure but perhaps it was just that her presence was so soothing and calming to him. He’d heard about the way mates could nest in their dens for days on end and sleep deeply and soundly. He’d never experienced it, though. And he wasn’t sure that this was that. Perhaps it was the orgasm she gave him. Harry smiled at the memory with her small hand on him, her lips brushing against him, and then how dirty she was, asking him to release on her and the sight of her below him with his warm come on her tummy, over her tits, and up to her neck.

Opening up the window, he leaned his torso over the windowsill, watching her.

“Come on, Eddie! Be a good boy. Go on, go potty!”

Harry chuckled to himself at the scene before him and then cleared his throat a bit to get rid of his morning gruff before raising his voice so she could hear him from afar, “Let him off leash.”

Y/N looked up to see Harry, half his body hanging out the window, tattoos on display for all the neighbors to ogle… she smiled and took note of his messy curls and pink mouth. What a spectacular sight he was even from her spot on the ground. She shielded her view from the bright sun. It was almost noon. They’d slept in, alright, “Huh?”

Harry smiled in return. He couldn’t help it. Her smile was brighter than the sun itself, “Set him free, he needs to roam around a bit.”

“Oh, but… Are you sure?” She fidgeted with the leash in her hands, hesitating, “What if he runs off? What if he follows a cat or pigeons into the street… “

Harry chuckled again, “He’ll be fine. Go on.”

“Alright…” Y/N said more to herself and bent to remove the lead from around Eddie’s neck. She had one in her backpack from work and figured she’d use it when upon waking up to use the bathroom she found him wide awake waiting by her bedroom door. She realized it must’ve been way past the time Harry would normally take him outside in the morning, and put on some clothes in a hurry, mindful not to wake Harry who, in her absence, cuddled her pillow to his chest and buried his nose in it, and after using the bathroom herself as originally intended, took the pup out.

She carried him outside in her arms to speed things up to the building’s backyard that served as a designated playground with a few swings, the classic sandbox, which was very clearly marked as to be used just by children, and then the limited green space was sadly to be shared between kids and pets since there was no special area for people to walk their dogs in. Once there, she set him down and placed the lead around his neck, and waited for him to go about his business.

Only he wasn’t budging. He followed her to and fro but didn’t take initiative in roaming around, and even though the lead was long enough for him to do it. So she walked him around, but that’s all he did- walk.

She couldn’t figure out what was wrong- had he peed in her apartment? She’d have smelled it surely… And she’d taken him out once before, that first night when she brought him back at the station.

And now Harry was telling her to set him free, and she realized that must’ve been it. That first night she didn’t bother tethering him to her in any way and he’d gone about his business. But back at the station, she had no concern for traffic and other possible dangers he could run into… not to mention, she didn’t have his owner sleeping in her bed ready to throw a fit if she somehow lost his pet.

Now that she had his explicit consent though, she let him off leash and the pup immediately started roaming around. She turned to smile at the man again who was already smiling back when she looked his way.

Damn, he was gorgeous. 

And looking around, she realized she wasn’t the only one who was taking note of that. The few moms or babysitters there with their kids were paying more attention to Harry standing topless at her windowsill than to their own kids, one of them even forgot to push the swing until her child started complaining.

Y/N knew she shouldn’t, but she felt a pang of jealousy at the realization that other women would (and should) be interested in him. She had no right to feel possessive, but remembering just how she’d woken him up at the crack of sunrise, she did. They didn’t know him like she did, they hadn’t just had him naked in their bed…

But even so, all that meant nothing, if she was being honest with herself. What they had wasn’t something they had defined or even discussed, she didn’t know where this was headed or if Harry had any serious intentions or was just looking to have a bit of fun with her.

Although the way he’d taken care of her the previous night, made her that delicious dinner while she laid on the couch and brought Eddie to purr on her tummy then snuggled with her in bed and opened up about some personal things… all that had to mean something, right?

When she glanced back to her window, he was gone. And she realized she hadn’t really paid attention to Eddie to make sure he went about his business, even if she did watch him to make sure he wasn’t running off. She laughed at herself at the irony.

“Something funny?”

She jumped a bit, not having expected to hear his voice so close, “Uhm, no, just something silly. What are you doing? I was gonna come back up and make us some… well, brunch.”

Harry’s eyes softened at her saying that. She was really something else, “There’s some leftover mac and cheese from last night, easy to heat up, I plated it for you, you just have to pop it into the microwave for half a minute. I gotta run, though.”

Y/N's face went from pleasantly surprised to disappointed, “Oh… already? Thank you, you didn’t have to do that…”

“Nice shirt,” he smirked, looking at his other shirt that she was wearing, forcing him to put on the one she’d slept in since he’d lent it to her at the lake. She smirked too at the way she’d managed to see her plan through successfully. She’d worn that one so much that his scent had worn off. “Edward!” Harry shouted to catch his nephew’s attention who began his trek back to them and then casted his attention back on his little human. It felt weird to leave after… all that.

“I’m not sure if he went… I couldn’t, uhm, really tell,” she lied.

“That’s alright. We’ll figure it out.”

“Uhm,... do you like, always walk him off leash? Or just in areas that are pretty confined, such as this one? Or do you maybe have a yard?...” she trailed off and took in his surprised expression, “Sorry, just curious. Don’t really know anyone comfortable with letting their pets off leash, especially such small ones. Sorry if I made a mistake and took him outside, maybe you just have him use pee pads…”

That was another lie. Y/N knew well enough Eddie wasn’t trained to use pee pads since she hadn’t seen any at the cabin when she’d gone snooping. But she felt like prodding a bit, finding out what little else she could about him. She had no idea where he lived, or what he did for a living. She was surprised they’d gotten to more vulnerable topics before the basics, really.

Harry chuckled nervously, running his fingers through his long hair, “He listens to me, I don’t worry about him running off.” Harry knew what she was trying to do, though. He could read right through her. He also didn’t miss her disappointed look when he told her he had to leave. Truth was, he would’ve gladly spent the rest of the day with her but he had business to attend with his pack, “Maybe you can come over later…”

Y/N eyes widened at that. She hadn’t expected that at all, for some reason.

And neither did Harry. The words had just blurted out of his mouth with a mind of their own. He tried to not let panic take over, knowing full well that she couldn’t just come over. He couldn’t bring her among the pack. That would be like luring her into the lions’ den. Only worse. 

Furthermore, he dug his own grave even deeper, “Tell you what. I’ll leave Edward with you so he can keep you company, help you with your cramps some more maybe… and I’ll pick you both up later this evening. Sound good?”

They’d already decided he’d take her to work the following morning since she’d left her car there when he picked her up so it was planned that they’d spend the afternoon together. But Harry thought perhaps he could coax more sweet smiles and trust from Y/N if he showed her his “place”. Maybe he’d even get lucky and she’d let him eat her out finally. He wanted to just go to town on her so bad. Wanted her to come on his face and feel her shaking in his arms again. God, what he wouldn’t do.

Y/N blinked at him. Note to self, wake him up like that more often. The man was in an excellent mood, “Sounds good, yeah.” She smiled at him, and then he made to turn around and walk off but he instead nudged her chin up and gave her a soft peck, taking her aback even more before finally pulling back and heading toward where he’d parked his car out front.

She looked down at the pup that was looking at her expectantly. Somehow he’d known not to follow his owner. Sometimes it amazed her how tight of a bond these two seemed to have and how well Eddie understood Harry without him even having to say much. She picked him up in her arms and on her way back to the building she smiled curtly at the mother that had forgotten to push her kid’s swing previously, as to say yeah, he’s taken.

Once in his car, Harry wasted no time in making the phone call he needed to make, “You home? Alright. Stay put, I’m coming over.” 

First, he drove back to his place in the preserve, although he would’ve rathered shapeshifting to get there quicker. But he needed the car for putting his plan into motion. He had some serious packing to do.

*

After a quick meeting with one of the pack elders, he returned to his house and loaded his G-wagon with his clothes stuffed into two suitcases, as well as a few items that he felt would add a nice touch to make the place he’d be moving into temporarily feel a little more like somewhere Harry would live. His little human was no idiot. He needed to do his best to keep her concerns at bay. 

“Alpha. I’ve been wondering about you. Haven’t seen you around,” a familiar voice sounded from behind him. She was the alpha that everyone assumed he’d be matched with. The one that he should have settled for and mated with. Turning around to see his pretty “match” he forced a smile as he closed his door.

“Yeah. Just busy with a few things. On my way out again now in fact.”

“I see that. Packing up for a long trip?”

He didn’t like her questioning him. He didn’t like that she was prying. He didn’t allow this within his pack and he certainly didn’t want to answer to her. Whatever her name was. He couldn’t remember.

“Not really your concern is it?” He stood tall with narrowed eyes and watched the way she bent her neck, exposing herself to him in apology for her defiance. 

“You’re right, alpha. It’s not my business,” she spoke as she stared him in his eyes. She might have been yielding to him with her posture but her direct eye contact was telling. Harry watched her nostrils flare as she inhaled his scent. She was sure to smell the girl on him. He was drenched in her scent as he hadn’t taken a shower yet that morning. 

“Good day to you.” He spoke as he got back into his vehicle. 

*

“What’s up, mate? Oh?” Niall’s eyebrows shot up at the sight of Harry’s suitcase he was carrying, “Going somewhere? Need a lift to the airport?–”

“No, but you are.” Harry made his way inside his friend’s apartment and placed his voluminous luggage down. “Pack a bag. You need to let me borrow your apartment for a while.”

Niall was still standing in the entryway, holding the door open, “I’m not following.”

“I need to crash here for a bit.”

Niall closed the door swiftly when Harry went into his bedroom and could hear him rummaging through his stuff. When he came into the room, he watched his friend open up one of his own suitcases and put random clothes out of his closet into it, “Woah, woah, woah! Hey, that’s dry cleaned, you’re getting it all wrinkly–”

“Then pack your own shit.” Harry began pulling pictures of Niall and his family off the walls.

“Dude! What is happening? You can’t just-”

Harry turned to look at Niall, towering over him, “Say that again. I can’t just what?” 

Niall swallowed as Harry’s eyes glowed for a flash and a low growl vibrated from his chest. He knew he shouldn’t stand up to the alpha, but he and Harry were friends so Niall could get away with smarting off from time to time. Although, clearly Harry wasn’t going to back down on this one.

“Sorry. I just… where am I gonna go?”

“I got you a suite at the Peregrine.”

Niall paused, “Room service included?”

Harry scoffed, rolling his eyes, “Yes.”

“And I can raid the minibar all I want?”

“...Yes.”

“Sweet.”

“Come on. I need you out so I can do some deep cleaning…”

Niall scoffed in mock offense, “Deep cleaning? I beg your pardon, sir, but you could eat off these floors!”

Harry ran his finger along a shelf and brought it under his friend’s nose, “Is that so?” He then blew the dust he’d collected on it in his face and Niall rolled his eyes.

After waiting for Niall to pack some essentials, he felt like he needed to give him at least some semblance of an explanation as to why he was essentially kicking him out of his own place, “It’s uh… just for a little while. Until I can find my own place to buy in town.”

“Oh?”

Harry nodded, refusing to give him any more info.

“This wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with Y/N, would it?”

Harry looked at his friend and let silence be an answer. He knew his friend was onto him and there was no use trying to deny it. 

“Listen. I can’t help but notice you’re heading down a path I happen to be very familiar with. I might have left for different reasons… but it felt right. And it still does. I know I made the right decision, and I’m ever grateful to you for helping me opt out and putting your trust in me like that. I know it wasn’t easy, and that you faced great adversity in doing so. And maybe that played a small role in why you’re feeling this way right now too… All I’m saying is,” Niall sighed, getting to the point, “I just want you to be happy, mate. If that means getting a place in the city, then so be it. If that means being with a human, then so be it… And if that means giving up a role that wasn’t even meant for you to begin with” he raised an eyebrow for emphasis, “then so be it. You have your own life to live, just like everyone else. And you can’t sacrifice yours for the ones that have been taken away unjustly, because that would be just as unfair.”

Harry listened to his friend, taking his words in. He nodded, lowering his gaze. He was more in tune with his inner turmoil than he’d known.

Niall zipped up and then grabbed his suitcase off the bed, squeezing Harry’s shoulder, “I’m glad you reached out. I’m always here for you, and not just because I’m indebted to you.”

Harry walked him to the door and held his hand out to him, “Keys,” to which Niall reluctantly complied.

On his way out he heard his friend shout loud enough for his own neighbors to hear, “Try and be a clean freak about bodily fluids too, yeah? Or better yet, just take the sheets with you when you’re done with the place.”

*

As Harry drove to Y/N’s apartment, he felt his palms sweat against the steering wheel. The realization of that happening freaked him out more than anything. He was actually nervous about this, a feeling quite unfamiliar to him. Very little in his life had ever made him feel that way. He remembered his father making him nervous, his older brother even. His mother and uncle not so much, but still came as close seconds. He’d felt a bit nervous taking on his new responsibilities as alpha, but that was a bit different. It was more like fear of letting down his brother and his father before him, their legacy. 

But he was actually nervous about this whole thing with Niall’s apartment. He’d tried his best to make the space seem his but the truth was- it just wasn’t. Not to mention it had Niall’s scent all over it- but in Y/N’s case that wouldn’t be an issue. Would it? She’d been very into scenting him, to his delight. 

He was feeling the adrenaline with how easy everything worked out for him after going through Nialls’s place once again to put away anything that felt like Harry wouldn’t own and then placing his own items around and filling the closet with his clothes. Despite his nerves, he felt like he could pull this off. He was used to pulling things off. 

When he knocked on her door she opened with a bright smile. Since when did she start smiling so often? She was so open about her emotions it was disarming him. Y/N had wet hair and dewy skin after her shower. Harry moved his eyes down her body. She looked like his perfect match. The one he’d do anything for. And seeing the alpha female whose name he couldn’t even remember again today only solidified that notion for him. He didn’t want the alpha female. He wanted Y/N. He needed it to be Y/N. 

He smiled back and stopped in his tracks when she went on her tippy toes to kiss his dimple. Y/N had always wanted to do that ever since she’d seen the adorable indents on his pretty face. 

He couldn’t help himself when he pulled her into his arms and pressed his lips onto her jaw.  He was about to blurt out how he’d missed her but that was taking it too far. He’d only been gone since noon. She’d freak out and he didn’t know if she was ready for the kind of commitment he wanted. He was already looking at her like his mate. Like his life-long partner, so some of his thoughts were starting to spill out a little and he had to keep them in a bit longer. He could feel her heart increase in cadence under his hold. Even if she might not be ready for this level of devotion, she was certainly responding to him in ways that told him she wasn’t going anywhere.

She pulled back before things escalated further and beckoned him to the kitchen. “I made dinner, figured we could eat something before we went to yours.”

Harry had smelled something mouth-watering going upstairs to her apartment, but he figured it must’ve been her next-door neighbor. He really hadn’t expected her to do this.

“Oh?”

“Just as a thanks for you cooking last night.”

Harry increased his pace to catch up with her and turned her to face him before they could enter the open space kitchen, “Is this a thing you have?”

“What do you mean?” Her heart sank. Was he upset? Did he have other plans, was she pissing him off with all these domestic things?

“You… thanking me, repaying me, returning the gesture. First the handjob this morning and now this… is this just you doing it because you feel indebted to me somehow?”

Y/N stammered for a bit, “I– No. Not at all. It’s because I want to. I really want to. Sorry if it made you feel like I was doing it out of some sort of obligation…”

“Why are you apologizing?” he searched her eyes, “I was just making sure. I only want you doing what you genuinely want to.”

“I want to,” she smiled, breaking the tension, “I might not be as good at it, though.”

Harry raised an eyebrow at that, “Oh, I beg to differ.”

Y/N couldn’t help the blush spreading on her cheeks. He always made her feel so hot and exposed with the way he looked at her, not to mention the subtle and not-so-subtle things he’d tell her, “I meant I’m a lousy cook– but, good to know.” She winked at him and turned to enter the kitchen and Harry’s other brow joined up in a surprised expression. She was full of surprises today.

“It’s just pizza. I’m kind of hoping you’re hungry and won’t be able to tell the difference either way,” she laughed and Harry couldn’t suppress another smile. He’d never had anyone cook for him. He’d done that for her because he knew humans liked to be wined and dined and that’s one way of showing affection towards them, but he never thought he’d be at the receiving end of it, “I even gave Eddie some chorizos I chopped up for the pizza. I’m not sure if you usually feed him dog food and last night was an exception, but he seemed hungry and I didn’t want to call just to ask that. You did mention you were busy…”

Harry didn’t know how to handle the intensity of all he was feeling. She was being so considerate. He looked over to his nephew who seemed to be very content and properly pampered, and then to the pizza sitting on the middle of the small round table she had in her just as small kitchen- and the two plates she’d set out for them, and he felt his heart ache. In the best way.

He wanted to kiss her and dote on her and at the very least, have her sit in his lap while they ate- but he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself if he did and he wanted to show his appreciation. So he sat down when she gestured for him to do so and watched her slice the pizza and serve him a hefty one.

The truth was, Harry was hungry, he’d not had time to eat anything the whole day with how he’d rushed to get everything done. So after she sat down after placing a slice on her own plate, he dug in and asked for another before Y/N could even finish chewing her second bite. 

It wasn’t bad- Y/N didn’t think so, but it wasn’t so good that she’d have ever imagined Harry inhaling it the way he did, “Oh, my. That’s quite the appetite.”

Harry knew she probably wasn’t used to people eating as fast and even as much as he did, but he also knew she ate very little herself so he wasn’t feeling too guilty when a little while later, Y/N was struggling to finish her second slice and he was finishing off the rest of the pizza. 

She really couldn’t eat another bite, and seeing how he seemed to like it so much, she leaned across the table and fed him the last bit she had left. Harry happily accepted, making sure to grab her hand by the wrist and kiss every one of her fingertips, “Thank you. I was quite hungry indeed.”

She chuckled, trying to come back to her senses after his loving gesture, “Yeah. I could tell. I’m glad. Shall we go? I’m excited to see your place, not gonna lie,” she beamed.

Harry was happy to see her so excited about this. Setting aside his own apprehension about it, the fact that she wanted to go into his den spoke volumes about how open she was to taking things further with him. She wanted to be in his presence just as much as he craved hers, and the thought of having her all to himself behind closed doors on what was essentially now his territory made him quite excited as well. More than excited by the way he was swelling up in his pants already in anticipation.

He knew of course that she still hadn’t finished her period, but by the scent he could pick up on her he could tell it wasn’t nearly as heavy a flow as the previous day. Which probably meant she was nearing the end of it and maybe also that she’d soon finally let him stick his nose against her clit and his tongue in her pussy.

Yes, he was quite ready for dessert. 

*

Stepping into his apartment, Y/N was surprised. She didn’t know what she was expecting, but for some reason, it wasn’t this. The space was very nicely decorated, but it was such a far cry from his cabin that it was taking her a moment to recognize that Harry was, in fact, also a far cry from the mysterious man in the woods she’d met initially. 

Of course, there had been signs- his designer clothes, his cars, but this apartment was really something else.

But it was nice. It was much nicer than Y/N’s and it was bigger. It had large windows, a nice kitchen (with a dishwasher!), and even a small terrace overlooking the forest. The view was incredible. 

She walked around and looked at the walls where there were bare nails sticking out, a spot where a frame had been taken down. She noted the tchotchkes that were scattered in a large built-in bookshelf in the wall that led into the dining area. He had ceramic figurines of sports players, a family of peanut people with top hats and canes, and even various kinds of wolves. There were also medical books and books on naturopathy, which could explain Harry’s understanding of what to forage to help her with her wounds when she’d been injured.

Harry noticed her scrutiny right away. Of course, she’d know this place wasn’t him. She already had a good sense about him and this place didn’t quite fit. So, he decided to distract her, “I’m, uh, actually planning on moving. I’m thinking of buying a house in the city. I’ve known this for quite a while now so that’s why it’s not fully decorated- I figured it wasn’t worth the time and money if I was gonna move out soon, anyway.”

This was his idea of not fully decorated? Her own place must’ve seemed like a sad joke to him, “I think it’s lovely. Looks really homey. Not your typical bachelor pad.”

Not to say that it looked as though a woman lived in it, either. But it was much different to some of her exes’ places if anything. 

“Thank you.”

Harry showed her around and was wary of Edward following around too much when this was supposed to be his home. He shot him a look, urging him to go sit on the sofa in the living room and his nephew complied, he was getting sleepy as it was.

Y/N turned to find Harry standing very close. She looked up at him as he took her overnight bag from her hand, bringing it to the bedroom. Y/N followed. Still taken aback by the whole place. It just hadn’t been what she envisioned, though, she seemed to have gotten him pegged wrong from the start.

“Oh! A picture of Niall…” Y/N said as she picked up the frame off the dresser. 

Harry turned and realized he had forgotten to put that away. He shook his head, “Yeah, he gave that to me as a gift. Thought it was funny so I just kept it up,” another lie.

At least it was a picture of someone Harry knew. That did seem like something normal, somewhat.

Harry led her out to the balcony with a loveseat and small table. He turned on the little twinkle lights.

“This view is amazing. I bet you love just sitting here and looking into the woods from this perspective. It’s so high up. I’ve never seen it like this before,” Y/N stood and leaned over the railing taking in the sight. Even with the sun having gone down, the moon shone over the forest and lit up the trees and dark woods from above.

Harry sat down and watched the girl take it in. He really did like the view, though he didn’t get to see it as often as she thought, being that this was Niall’s balcony. He much rathered the view with her in the middle of it, though. Especially with her plump ass front and center.

Y/N eventually joined him on the loveseat and they quietly enjoyed the night sky and the viewpoint of the preserve from their spot. Well, Y/N enjoyed it. Harry tried not to stare but he couldn’t help himself. He loved her profile and how she seemed so entranced by the forest. He’d always admired her love for nature and her innate connection to it, but he also felt quite aroused as well. Just having her here in “his place” where he knew they’d be sleeping next to one another again had him struggling to keep his erection down. 

Now, Harry was usually pretty horny naturally. As a single, male alpha… he had a very high sex drive and so that was normal. But what wasn’t normal was how intense it had been lately. His assumption was that it was because of Y/N. Just her presence, the heat from her body, her scent… 

Silence surrounded them. It was comfortable and satisfying sitting next to one another overlooking the forest together. 

Taking the spectacular panoramic view of the preserve in, her mind wandered off to what was happening deep within it, and what Karl had told her before Harry picked her up at the station. She remembered the sense of urgency she had upon hearing about all that, and how she wanted to reach out immediately and make sure Harry was alright. His cabin was right smack in the center of all that wolf hyperactivity. But it was just a matter of luck and good timing, otherwise, she was sure he wouldn’t be standing next to her right now, unscathed, and none the wiser, since nobody knew about him and his cabin. Because she’d kept it a secret instead of doing the right thing.

Harry could sense her change in demeanor, “What’s on your mind?”

Y/N cleared her throat, avoiding eye contact, “I heard that there was something going on in the forest. Wolf hyperactivity. Attacks. Maybe a couple of different packs of wolves feuding. Supposedly there was a lot of blood, but no bodies recovered.”

Harry perked a brow and frowned, “Oh? Who told you this?”

“My co-worker Karl. They found traces of whatever was left of the attack. He said it was good, perhaps, that I couldn’t patrol during the time I was on office duty. That it seemed to be a bit dangerous right now…”

He nodded and responded with a grunt. 

“Have you been to the cabin lately?” Y/N turned her body to look at Harry in question.

“It’s been a bit. Haven’t been around during any wolf activity as far as I know. If that’s what you’re asking.”

She nodded, “Yeah, I’m… I’m just worried. Maybe it’s best for you to stay away from the cabin for the time being? Just to be on the safe side.”

Harry stared at the girl in amusement, “Are you worried that I’ll be attacked by wolves?” He wasn’t in the least worried about the lesser, unevolved species. When he was in his shifted form, he was as large as a Kodiak bear, with impenetrable skin, and unmatched speed. A pack of wolves was no challenge for him.

“I am. Your cabin is so deep into the woods, and off the trail. That’s wolf territory. That’s where they are most active. You remember what happened to me and I got lucky that they were scared off by you. But I’m sure of it, those wolves that approached me were involved in this because it’s not a common thing... And those wolves roam close to your cabin, Harry.”

His features softened from amusement to gratitude. This girl cared for him. She wanted him to keep safe. She was sharing with him knowledge about possible danger in order to keep him unharmed. It was the first time Harry had really felt such concern and care from anyone.

Being an alpha, he never had much to worry about. He could shift and take out nearly any obstacle with ease. He was amongst the largest of the wild beasts in his shifted form, and far stronger than any of them. He never needed anyone to care and worry for him. And nobody had. Everyone knew that he could fend for himself and no harm could come his way. It was implied that he was the one to be feared, not the other way around.

But having this sweet and fragile human with her smooth skin and big round eyes having any concern for his wellbeing, well… Harry was stunned. His heart fluttered in gratitude of the feeling of being cared for. A feeling so novel to him. Someone actually thought of him and worried about him. Y/N thought of him and worried about him. Wanted him safe. Wanted him whole. 

“I’ll hold off going to the cabin until you let me know it’s safe. Thank you for telling me,” Harry was feeling soft warmth emanating from his core. A fuzzy and comfortable feeling he’d never experienced. This girl was doing things to him that he’d never had the honor of experiencing. He’d only ever heard of them from others lucky enough. He felt like he could purr.

“Good. I just… I would worry about you so much if you went to your cabin right now. When Karl told me about the attacks I wanted to call you right away to make sure you were safe…” she trailed off.

Harry reached over and took her hand into his. He needed to be in contact with her. He was overwhelmed with delicate emotions he rarely got to experience.

“My predecessor… the ranger I replaced… he was killed in one of these attacks. Quite viciously so. Because he didn’t keep his distance, although he knew better… But he was convinced something was amiss since wolves are not naturally like this. So he went poking his nose where he shouldn’t have, and ended up killed to the point he was barely recognizable when they finally found him in an extensive search party… “

Harry raised an eyebrow at what she was telling him. So she knew about that. And even so, she’d gone looking and trekked up to his cabin, not once, but twice. She was quite the brave little thing. If a bit reckless.

“Karl told me something that really stuck with me. He said this is their territory, the wolves’. And he warned me not to be a hero. So I’m saying the same to you. The way you saved me when I was cornered was so brave, but it could’ve ended up so badly for you. I’m so grateful that you did that… but I can’t help but think- what if they hadn’t backed off? What if I had to watch you get torn to pieces? The way you just confronted them– I dunno if that came from an adrenaline rush or what, but please, don’t try that again. If you ever come across wolves just go the other way as quietly as possible. Usually, they mind their own business unless threatened. But I’m beginning to think the ranger before me was right… that’s unusual behavior for wolves to just attack like that… They’re wild animals, though, at the end of the day. And they’re unpredictable… Promise me you’ll stay safe?”

Harry felt his heart swell in his chest at that. He was overwhelmed by the feeling of being cared for in this manner. He never thought something like this could make him feel his way- instead of being offended by her lack of confidence in his ability to fend for himself and protect her, he felt gratitude for her concern for his wellbeing. After all, she didn’t know what he was and that this was of no concern to him- least of all the mutts that tried attacking her that were just regular wolves. She didn’t know his true power. She thought of him as just Harry- the man that selflessly saved her life. And it made him feel small, for maybe the first time ever. That man would’ve been a bigger hero than what he actually was. For the first time, he wished he was just that. A man.

“I promise. Unless it’s to protect you,” he squeezed her hand and watched her smile in relief. He wished he could be the man she thought he was. Instead… he was the very thing her colleague had warned her of. He’d lured her into his lair, and she blindly followed him. Mistaking him for her savior, when in fact… he was the predator.

The moon was a waning crescent, but very bright. So bright that any stars near were not visible. Harry sighed and felt the need to share something with her. A truth. It was a way for him to feel a little better about all the lies he’d been telling her, but also to allow her in a little more.

“The cabin was my father’s. Built before that part of the land was federally protected, he’d inherited it from his father before him. That’s why there’s no bathroom or running water. It was just meant to be a place of solitude. Of quiet. A place no one else would ever find. My father, brother, and I were the only ones that knew about it. We’d hunt and then stay at the cabin. Or we’d just go to be alone. And that’s what it is to me today. A place of rest. To be away from everyone.”

Y/N watched Harry as he spoke. So it was built before that part of the preserve was federally cordoned off. It made some sense. She still had questions but this was something. She thought Harry had built it there as some kind of hideout for his illegal dealings. Perhaps she’d been wrong. 

Harry looked at her with a smirk, “It was a place of quiet. That is until you happened upon it,” he tugged at her hand he was still holding and she pulled away, laughing.

“Oh really? So now it’s ruined because someone was just doing her job?” She felt a small bit of guilt at that. She found it because she’d used the chip to locate Eddie’s near-location. Something she had yet to tell Harry.

“I wouldn’t say ruined. But very few people have ever known about this place and now you you know of its location. All because you were stalking me.” Harry grinned and then looked back out to the forest.

“Was not! Oh, come on. If anything you were stalking me. That day at the lake? Yeah…” Y/N leaned back into the seat and set her gaze toward the darkness of the woods with a small smile.

Harry chuckled as he stretched his arms out, one going over the seatback behind her, and shifted himself so he could get closer to the girl sitting next to him. She turned to look at him as he was adjusting his position and moving in closer to her.

“Are you making a move on me, Harry?” She giggled.

“What if I am?” 

“Well, you’re kind of being coy. Are you trying to be a gentleman?”

“I’m always a gentleman, aren’t I?

“I wouldn’t say that after this morning.”

“What do you mean?” Harry moved his hand to the back of her neck, softly rubbing at the nape of her hairline.

“I just mean… well… you know,” Y/N laughed.

“No. I don’t. Tell me. What did I do that wasn’t perfectly gentlemanlike?”

Y/N hoped he would just catch her drift. But of course, here he was making her spell it out for him, though she knew he was teasing. He knew exactly what she meant.

Leaning in and speaking low she said, “You finished all over me this morning,” her words came out in a small laugh.

Harry smirked and with his free hand he rubbed the edges of his lips and then brought his hand down to her knee, his other hand still at the back of her neck now gently squeezing, “If I recall correctly, you asked me to. I was just doing as I was told.”

Y/N snorted a laugh but bit her lip at the proximity. God how she wished she wasn’t on her period still (she’d even checked before leaving her apartment, hoping that there was nothing, but the small bit of blood told her she was still at the tail end).

“What’s funny? Was it funny when you wiped my cum and sucked it into your mouth?”

Y/N’s smile faded and she shook her head with her eyes rounded. His quiet, deep voice was sending shockwaves down her spine. 

“No? Well was it funny when I nipped at your breast? Did it leave a funny mark?” Harry licked his lips, enjoying the way Y/N began to squirm in her seat just a little.

Y/N shook her head again, “No,” the word peeped out of her mouth.

“Well, then what was it, kitten? Tell me what was funny. Tell me what I did that wasn’t perfectly chivalrous.”

“Harry-” Y/N’s words came out in a breath and Harry swallowed thickly at her plea. God, she was so good for him. 

“What? Tell me what it is you want to say.” Harry’s hand on her knee began to move upward slowly, leaving goosebumps in its path up to the hem of her shorts. 

She looked down at his hand and then back to him, “Let’s go to bed. It’s late.”

Harry’s brows shot up, not expecting her to move it to the bedroom but he was on board. He stood quickly and pulled Y/N up. Walking back inside from the balcony into the bedroom, Harry drew the girl into his arms and pressed his lips to hers. He moved her to the bed and climbed over her body, his lips attaching to her neck in bruising nips.

Harry pushed himself up and brought his hands down to the hem of her shirt, “Let’s see that funny mark I made, shall we?”

Y/N smiled and nodded as she watched him lift her shirt and then take his time, moving his fingers over her stomach and up to her rib cage, thumbing at the bottom of her bra-covered tits.

But he paused when he realized she was still wearing the necklace with his rings on the chain, lying in between her breasts. Harry lifted the rings up and looked at Y/N. She wanted it to be known that she was his. Maybe she didn’t realize it but this was an act of positing. Even if she was wearing the necklace under her shirt, she was conceding to being his with this gesture and claiming him as hers. 

Harry felt his chest pinch again. He had the most perfect mate before him… but she was human. Which meant in order to protect their bond and their relationship, he had to continue lying to her. There was no other way. Disclosing their secret was absolutely forbidden and would’ve gotten her killed off by his kind- try as he might to protect her. This capital rule had no exceptions. Had there been any leeway, people would’ve known of their existence and not just pegged it for a myth, a fable. And even if he were to tell her the truth… she’d never want him. She couldn’t possibly ever love a monster. 

“This is so pretty on you, Y/N. Want you to keep them on,” he spoke quietly as he laid the rings back down over her chest.

Y/N bit her lip. She kind of hoped he’d let her wear them for a bit. Though she knew the rings were expensive, clearly he wasn’t missing them as he’d already replaced the rings with different ones in their place.

Harry raised his brows as he began to slip his thumbs under her bra, “Hold on,” she said as she angled herself upward to unhook it. It would be easier for him to see and more comfortable for her to have her bra off completely.

Y/N slid her shirt off and then promptly got rid of the undergarment, to which Harry just sat back and watched as her soft breasts were set free. 

He put his hands onto her smooth skin and she laid back as he inspected his work, “Would you look at that? A funny mark. Just the size of my mouth right here,” he ghosted his finger over the bruised spot on the underside of her boob before dipping down to kiss it.

Y/N inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. She hated that she was on her period. No, despised it. Especially in that moment. But she had another idea. Something else she’d been wanting to do.

Harry gave her breasts ample attention, licking and sucking, flicking and thumbing at each. She was shivering under him. The intensity of his desire for her was felt to her core. She couldn’t explain it but she felt it and she wanted him. All of him.

He began to pull at her shorts to slip them down slowly. Y/N watched as he dragged them off her body until all she was left in were her panties. 

Harry groaned at the sight and put his hands over her hips and squeezed before pushing her thighs apart. And just as he was about to duck down to put his mouth near the fabric of her panties Y/N sat up abruptly, stopping him, “Harry…” she warned with brows raised.

Harry let out a sigh of disappointment and sat back with a frown. He knew that she was still menstruating, of course, he could still smell it on her, but he hoped he’d successfully coaxed her into letting go of the silly notion that this was deterring him in any way. He’d googled a bit about this after she refused him in the morning, just to make sure it wasn’t that unheard of doing this to your partner while on her period- and apparently as long as she was wearing a tampon everything was perfectly sanitary even for their human standards. Of course, Harry would’ve preferred her not wearing any at all but that would’ve been pushing the envelope for her, even he could recognize that. As it was though, he didn’t see why she was resisting this so much. “Y/N, look at you… fuck. You need it, kitten. I can tell. Please. My mouth is watering…” He kept his hands at her hips over her panties and Y/N felt the smallest whimper fall from her lungs. She hadn’t meant to but she was feeling frustrated as well. 

“Next time we see each other. Okay? I promise. But right now… I just… I’m not comfortable with that. But…” She sat up further and gently pulled at his belt loop, “I could give you a little something. Something I’ve been curious about doing.”

Harry closed his eyes and felt his beast grow, as well as his cock. He had wanted to be a gentleman with her, wanted to show her what he could do, be good to her, and make her feel good. But now she was the one initiating and asking for nothing in return. How was he going to be able to control himself?

He brought a hand up to her jaw and looked at her intently, “Something like what?”

“I would really like to have you in my mouth. If you’re okay with that,” her small little smirk at the end was all it took to have Harry’s dick as hard as possible. She was being a little naughty, a little playful. He liked that.

Harry growled and tilted his head back. If he was okay with that. He took a deep breath before looking back at her as she slowly began to undo his button and then the zipper. She looked like she was opening a wrapped gift, anticipation in her eyes, shaky hands.

Harry put his large hand over hers, “You want to suck me off?” His eyes bored into hers. He was controlling his urge to just hold her down and lap at her pussy anyway. He could tell she was turned on, aroused, and he knew he could make her feel good. If she’d just give in… But he’d been warned that that kind of behavior wasn’t acceptable in the human world. If she said no, well, then, he’d have to abide. But it killed him because he could smell it in the air around them and she’d been marked by him with bruises on her neck and her breast. She was even wearing his rings hanging off her precious neck. She was already his. If she were one of his kind she wouldn’t be saying no to him and he’d get to satiate his hunger and fuck her with his tongue.

Y/N moved her eyes to Harry’s and nodded, “Please?”

Harry blinked and he nearly lost it at her tiny, please. How could he deny her if she wanted it so badly? When she begged him like that?

And he could use another release at the hands of his human. 

Harry leaned back and helped her pull his pants down. He kept his eyes on her and her tits with the rings dangling off the chain in between as she moved to peel his jeans down his legs. 

And he was solid and thick as he could be already. Y/N swallowed and looked up at him as she placed herself in between his legs, staying on her bent knees and putting her hands on his thighs. Harry pulled his t-shirt off and over his head and cupped her cheek in his palm, “Because you asked so nicely. See what you do to me?”

Y/N’s lips parted and she nodded. She kept her eyes on Harry as she grasped onto his thick circumference and leaned over his tip to spit over him before smoothing her saliva down his hard length. She had to spit a few times to cover the expanse of him and Harry was already groaning as she continued to work him with her hand, preparing him and herself for what was about to happen.

And now, with her eyes on his big cock she felt the daunting task before her closing in. He really was very big. She’d slept with a handful of guys and all had been average in size, pretty comparable to one another, perfectly fine. But she also had seen porn and knew how large some men could be. Sometimes it seemed exaggerated how thick and long they were. But then there was Harry. In the flesh, right before her eyes. Far bigger than she’d ever seen. She moaned at how beautiful he was when she leaned down to kiss his tip and Harry keened, sucking in a sharp breath as the rings on the necklace swayed and softly tapped against his balls. She hadn’t even done much but Harry was already being knocked over the edge.

Y/N kept her hand pumping along his shaft as she tongued at his slit and looked up at him. She could tell he was really liking it. She’d barely even gotten started and he was mumbling and panting already. She smiled as she flattened her tongue over the skin on the underside of his cock and licked upward toward his head, flicking and swirling around the top. 

Harry had never seen anything so hot in his life. His girl with his cock in her hand and her tongue licking at his tip while her eyes were on him and her tits bare for him to see. His mouth dropped open as she wrapped her lips around him and swirled her tongue over his tip. She’d rendered him silent at that. 

Y/N wasn’t sure how she’d fit him in, but she’d give it a go. In fact, she was almost positive, she wouldn’t be able to take him all the way down her throat. He was so thick and long. Just putting her mouth over his head and slipping her lips down past his frenulum was a feat. But she wanted to make him come again. Loved how he felt in her mouth, even if he was thick. Her tongue glossed along his smooth skin and the ridges along his cock had her squeezing her thighs tight.

Moving her mouth down further, she slacked her jaw as much as possible but it was quite difficult to keep her teeth away from him.

Harry carded his fingers into her hair and gathered her strands to the side so he could get a proper look. He’d imagined it so many times and now it was really happening. She had her pretty soft lips wrapped around his cock, and it only made it appear even bigger, which he somehow found very amusing. Watching her struggle to take him had his heart pounding. His little human was giving it her all and it was absolutely the best blow job he’d ever had, hands down. It didn’t matter if she couldn’t take him all the way, that only made it hotter for Harry.

“Don’t worry if your teeth get me a little, oh ffffuckk…” She sucked particularly hard when he started to give her guidance and he groaned at the way his skin was pulled into her mouth.

Y/N pulled her lips off him as Harry kept his fingers in her hair, “I’m trying really hard not to, but you’re just so big, Harry. Is it okay?”

Harry clenched his jaw and nodded, “Fuck, kitten. It’s perfect.”

Y/N grinned at him and licked her lips to get back to it. Opening wide she lowered over him again and led with her tongue as she smoothed it down his cock and deep into her mouth as far as she could take it until her gag reflex began to activate.

He tasted nice and he smelled even better. She’d never sucked someone off and enjoyed the way they tasted and smelled as much as this. Harry’s cock and the hair around his base all smelled very natural and clean to her. Very pleasing. 

Y/N moved a hand down as she sucked him and grazed her fingertips over his balls. His balls were also pretty. Just like his cock. They were full and tight against his body.

She felt his fingers tighten in her hair as she got him a touch deeper. Her saliva was dripping out of her mouth and down his shaft and over the hand she had working his base, as she palmed his balls with her other hand.

Harry started to breathe deeply and rhythmically. His body was beginning to flush with heat and his heart was going wild in his chest. She had her eyes closed as she worked to take him down her throat and every time she gagged a little and swallowed around his tip he could feel his precome leak out a bit.

Harry suddenly bucked upward into her mouth as he gasped when she squeezed his balls just a bit. He loved it - he couldn’t control his movements. But it did cause Y/N to gurgle and he felt her teeth slip against his skin, which he also didn’t mind if he were being honest. In fact, he’d never had a blowjob where some teeth weren’t involved. He was too big for it not to happen and he felt like it was a kind of badge of honor. 

“Sorry, kitten. You’re doing so well. Couldn’t help it.”

Y/N blinked her watering eyes and lifted off of him with a smile as she caught her breath for a bit. She looked back down at his cock covered with her saliva and kissed the vein on the underside and upward toward his head before putting him back into her mouth, sucking and lapping at him.

“Oh fffuck… good girl.”

Y/N moaned at his praise and looked up at him. His irises were getting lighter, brighter around his enlarged pupils but then he suddenly closed his eyes and pushed her head down the smallest bit. He wanted her deeper so she lowered herself as much as possible, gagging around him, more tears falling from her lash line and onto her cheeks. But she enjoyed this. She liked that he seemed to love it so much.

There was no way she’d be able to take his full length. She kept her hand at work at his base as she used her lips and her tongue and her throat to the best of her ability.

When she felt Harry begin to tremble the slightest she sucked harder and tried to move along his shaft as quickly as her neck allowed. She realized the rings on the necklace were swaying as she increased her speed. She couldn’t wait to drink him down. 

Harry’s grip on her hair began to hurt just a little but she wouldn’t stop him. He was clearly enjoying what she was doing. And she was enjoying the sting of it too, if anything, it spurred her on.

Harry was simply gone. He had to keep his eyes closed because he felt himself begin to tip and he knew his irises would give him away. The wet sound of Y/N’s mouth over him and her soft gurgles as she got deeper were so hot. Harry was losing control with her. He knew he was holding her hair quite tight but it was the only thing keeping him sane. The way his cock was being engulfed in the wet heat of her mouth had him imagining what it might feel like to have it stuffed into her pussy. And the smell of her own arousal and her saliva thick on his shaft and dripping down into his pubic hair was so delicious.

“Oooh… perfect, yesss… fuck me!” Harry praised. He was trying to keep himself together and not give in to his typical response to being sucked on. He wanted to press her back down into the mattress and fuck her mouth, cram himself down into her throat as far as he could go, then place his large palm overtop of it to feel himself invade her esophagus and watch as she gagged. But he didn’t think she could handle him like that. And watching her was out of the question because it was too risky with his eyes glowing golden no doubt.

Harry’s slight thrusts into her mouth and his quivering body told her he was close. She squeezed her eyes shut tight as she gave it her all, taking him further than she thought was possible and choking before pulling up a few inches for air. She kept her mouth and her hand working him, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked and then continued trying to get him deeper.

“Holy fuck… I’m gonna come, kitten, right there!” Harry coughed out a loud moan and threw his head back, fucking himself upward into her mouth, unable to stop himself as he felt her suck hard and swallow around his tip. Harry’s hips stuttered as heat poured from his slit, coating her mouth and throat.

Y/N choked him down as his warm come flooded into her. She felt her clit pulse and her pussy clench at the noises he was making. Even though it was rather uncomfortable having his cock so deep in her throat she loved this. She loved that she had done this to him. He was a blubbering mess, shaking and whining as she milked him of every drop. 

Moaning around his cock she pulled up, keeping her lips wrapped around him as he continued to pour himself into her. She did her best to swallow all of him, but his load was quite immense. He had come a lot. Kind of like he’d just done that morning, spraying his come all over her body the way he had. He must have been so pent up and needed a release to ejaculate as he had. Or maybe it was a sign of how healthy and virile he was. 

When Harry’s hips stilled and his moans quieted, he released her hair from his grip and gently brushed at her temple, the ache in his fingers alerting him he must’ve lost control there for a bit. He’d tried his best to keep himself in check for her sake, but she just knew how to push all his buttons. He was still breathing heavily and his body was practically dissolved into the bed below him. 

Y/N brought her mouth off of him and then licked up and down his shaft to get the rest of his come. She had some kind of need to make sure none of it went to waste, which normally she couldn’t be bothered with. But with Harry, it was as if his sperm was sacred. 

Harry kept his eyes closed as he allowed his brain and his body to sync back up. He could feel her soft tongue licking him up and he adored the way it felt. Loved that she wanted to lick all of him up and swallow it down. His kitten.

When she was satisfied that she’d cleaned him all up she sat up and put her hands on the insides of his thighs with a proud smile. She scraped her fingers down over his wolf tattoo and along the other side.

Harry opened his eyes and saw the look on her face. She should be proud. She was so pretty too, sitting there in between his legs in just her panties and the necklace along with the small marks on her neck and the one he knew was under her breast that he couldn’t see from his angle. Her face was red and her lips swollen and still wet. She looked like she was all his.

Harry pulled at her hand so she would lay over him and he brought her face to his, pressing his mouth over hers. He put a hand on her bottom and squeezed, feeling her naked breasts and his rings push into his chest. 

Y/N smiled into the kiss and felt Harry’s cock still hard under her hip. She just knew he was the kind of guy who could go until she was satisfied. It was a good sign that he didn’t go soft immediately after orgasm. She imagined riding him long after he’d already come and him bringing her to climax over and over again because of how hard he stayed for her. 

Y/N’s eyes were hooded and Harry could smell how turned on she was. He knew she was ripe for the taking, but he would wait for her permission first. She promised him next time. He could wait if that’s what she wanted. Harry recognized that his little human was the kind who would go after what she wanted, especially in the heat of the moment. The only thing holding her back was her own boundaries of which he was careful not to overstep. That’s one thing he loved about her, after all. Her stubbornness and the way she defied him at times. He wasn’t used to being told no, but when she did it, for some reason it just made him want her more.

Harry pinched her bottom, just under the fabric of her panties and she giggled, trying to push him away but he tightened the grip of his arm draped over her back.

“Mmm… where do you think you’re going? Can’t escape me,” Harry laughed as he pinched her again causing her to laugh loudly and thrash in his arms.

Y/N pushed herself up a bit more and looked down at her man. Yeah, she felt like he was hers. She dipped back down to kiss him, slower this time, really savoring it, and he responded in kind.

She didn’t want to escape him. 

*

Harry jumped out of bed at the dreadful sound. Never in his life had he been so rudely awakened, and he already had Niall’s funeral proceedings planned as he started inspecting for the source of the sound. Was this some sort of a prank? Was it a fire alarm? Was it neighbors? What was–

Y/N groaned loudly, fumbling for her phone on the nightstand before she realized it wasn’t there- neither the phone nor the nightstand. Standing up abruptly, she remembered where she was and most importantly- remembered she’d left her phone in her backpack at the entrance. 

She heard Eddie bark and growl, which was a rare occasion- she’d very seldom heard him emit any sort of sound.

Getting up, she noticed Harry was already awake since he wasn’t in bed but he quickly came into view as she made her way down the hallway. He was stark naked and shushing the pup that was growling at the backpack and probably meaning to shred it to pieces by the looks of him.

“Ugh. Sorry. I’ll turn it off–”

Y/N hurried to fumble for her phone and made sure she didn’t accidentally snooze the alarm. It was quite loud- simply because she was a sound sleeper, and she needed something guaranteed to wake her up for work.

Harry frowned watching her turn it off, “Aren’t you going to answer it?”

“Answer it?”

“The phone call.”

“Oh– oh, it wasn’t, it was just my alarm, silly,” she giggled taking in his confused expression.

“Alarm?”

“Yeah. What, don’t tell me you’re one of those that wakes up naturally in the mornings.”

Harry was growing more and more confused, “...What if I am?”

Y/N scoffed smilingly, “Of course you are. You could’ve turned it off, you know. I don’t mind you going through my stuff- not that it’s ever stopped you before,” she added, tongue in cheek. “Especially since it seemed to have upset Eddie,” she pouted, crouching and taking the pup into her arms, “Did it scare you, buddy? Hm?” She snuggled him to her chest, rubbing her cheek against its fur.

Harry found it endearing that she thought an alarm scared his nephew, but he left it at that. The sight of her doting on him was having a weird effect on him. One he hadn’t ever experienced before. Usually, he would feel a pang of jealousy at her showering Edward with affection- as puerile as it sounded- but this time around, he looked at the scene before him in a totally different light. 

And he couldn’t allow thoughts like that. Simply because it was something that could never happen.

“Harry?”

He stopped picking at his lower lip, realizing she’d asked him something “Hm?”

“I asked, will you take Eddie out while I get ready for work? I’d join you but you live further away from the preserve and I forgot to adjust my alarm accordingly- I don’t wanna be late…”

“Of course.”

She placed the pup down and made her way back to the bedroom to get her toiletries out of the overnight bag she’d brought along, “And put some clothes on!”

*

When Harry dropped her off at work he saw Nick open the station door as she walked away from his car. He rolled his window down and waved, “Oh, hey Mickey!”

He drove off before the guy could say anything back but he knew by the look on his face that pissed him off. Which brought joy to him. He couldn’t stand the asshole. 

But the further away Harry drove the more his chest pinched and his gut felt heavy. He felt in almost physical pain. His head began to pound. His instinct was to turn back around and bring Y/N back to Niall’s with him. He didn’t want to be without her. His body began to ache when he was away from her. And the thought of her being anywhere near Nick, or any other male for that matter made his blood boil. 

And just before he got back to the apartment it dawned on him what was happening. He was beginning his rut. 

He had been displaying the signs for a few days now. He should have known when he was dreaming of her in his sleep. And how hard he’d come from just her hand and then her mouth when she hadn’t even taken him in all the way. But the way he orgasmed it was quite the lewd scene. She couldn’t even drink it all down in one go. And then of course his incessant need to be around her and mark her… Not to mention the way he felt earlier that morning watching her snuggle Edward in her arms, imagining her with their own pups, knowing full well, rationally, that that could never happen. His rut was accentuating all these urges in him.

He groaned at the luck. He was going to be starting his rut and he wouldn’t have a warm body to get him through this one. No sweet and meek omega to take care of him while he needed release after release this time.

Normally he could slide through his rut without much issue as long as he had a somebody with him. This one, however, he knew would be torture. Because he wasn’t interested in anyone but Y/N helping him through it. It could only be Y/N.

Being an alpha meant that Harry would get his rut about every 4 months. This one had come a bit early. He expected it to happen soon, but not so quickly. He pondered that it was possible this was triggered because of Y/N. Because of his sudden feelings and need for her. Maybe due to her own cycle and hormones even, his body responding to hers as though she were a mate in heat.

And he’d been through ruts where he didn’t have a partner or someone to help bring him through it. While it wasn’t that fun, his ruts had never incapacitated him. He would usually warn everyone to keep their distance, spend his days in masturbating, having food delivered (if he was at his home), running through the woods, and sleeping. 

But now that he’d found Y/N? Someone he wanted to be around and love on. Someone that made his entire body buzz with excitement and a sense of completion he wasn’t sure how he’d handle going through this without at least having her close to him. Even just to have her calming and warm scent would make him feel better. He’d need to go cold turkey until his rut was over.

He just had one problem. Edward. His nephew sat looking at him curiously.

“How would you like to stay with Y/N for a few days? I bet she’d love to have you around.”

Edward cocked his head and puffed out a tiny growl.

“Sorry, little dude. You gotta give me some space for a few days. I’ll tell her to give you extra treats and to leave the TV on the Nickelodeon channel when she’s gone. But you don’t have a choice.”

During Harry’s last rut, poor Edward had to put up with Harry. He rode it out at his cabin but he had no one to take care of his nephew. No one he trusted. Harry’s uncle lived too far away so he was forced to keep Edward during it. The little one wasn’t safe with anyone else. So Harry pushed through. He was irritable, only taking care of himself behind closed doors, and he was going out often to shift and run off his pent-up energy. 

But now his body was craving someone specific. His natural instincts to mate and mark and claim had been going wild since meeting Y/N. And if he was already feeling miserable being away from her for less than an hour, he couldn’t imagine how he’d feel once his rut was in full swing.

He considered calling Niall again for more advice but he knew that he was going to be on his own. He’d push through it like he always did if he was by himself. It would be a hard one, but on the other side, he had Y/N to look forward to and finally being allowed to part her slippery crease with his mouth and dig his tongue into her flesh. 

It would have been so nice, so satisfying to shove his face between her thighs and dine, but he’d have to wait until his rut was over. To his absolute dismay. It would have been too much for her. Harry knew that during his rut he tended to act a bit more like his wolf nature than his human nature. He could be a bit rough. He’d bite her neck and her tits, probably pull her hair, and he’d want her outstretched for him and to be at the ready for his cock at a moment’s notice. He certainly wouldn’t let her go to work. And he’d have a hell of a time controlling his knot with her around. He’d want to knot in her and she wouldn’t be prepared for that. It would probably scare her. And then there was the matter of his eyes…

Instead, Harry started imagining what he’d finally do once his rut was over. He’d have her naked on his bed spread apart for him while he walked around her slowly, assessing her every curve and watching as her breaths got deeper and more rapid. He’d circle her with calculated steps, sizing her up like a predator. And then he’d pounce on her just when she started to wonder if he was going to do anything at all. 

Harry diverted his gaze to his nephew and grunted as he got up to go into the bedroom to be alone. He needed to work out this little fantasy as his dick was already pushing at the front of his pants. His rut wasn’t even technically started yet and he was already having difficulty keeping his thoughts PG. 

Harry grabbed a towel on his way into the bedroom and once the door was closed behind him his pants were pulled off and he crawled up on the bed imagining he was crawling up to his mate, to Y/N. Her scent was still on the sheets and the pillow she laid her head on. He pulled the pillow up to his nose and kneed himself over the towel and began stroking himself, pulling at his cock slowly.

The very second he’d stuff his face into her cunt she’d be gone for him. She’d see just what he could do. He was not worried about all the niceties of the human world when it came to getting nasty. He wanted her smeared all over his face. He’d push his nose into her clit and suck her natural lubrication into his mouth with a big slurp. Pressing his tongue into her entrance to reach in and taste as much of her as possible she’d whine and grab his hair, pull him in further because she’d only want more.

He’d bite the inside of both of her thighs, the softest part, pinching just a little but leaving a bruise and a mark that would make her off limits to anyone that stepped in close to her. If they couldn’t smell his claim on her, they’d be sure to see it.

She’d squirm and beg him for more so he’d go in with his finger and slurp at her hard, keeping his eyes on her face and watch her mouth part and her tongue peek out as she gasped and yelped, and reached out to tug at his roots the way he so liked.

Harry spit the saliva that had gathered in his mouth over his cock and began to pull at himself harder and faster. He ached and his body felt like it was going to crack if he didn’t come soon. He squeezed his eyes closed as he imagined her face and the smile she’d have on her mouth after he’d make her come over and over again. He would too. He would make sure she was a sloppy mess before he fucked her. He’d get her ready properly for his big cock and she’d have to grip onto his forearms as he sunk down into her for the first time. She’d be silent, with her mouth dropped wide open as she felt him enter her cunt adjusting to his size slowly. 

He’d be sure to slip his fingers over her clit gently while he was working her open and she’d shiver and whimper until he could begin languid strokes, moving himself into her and watching his cock disappear into her tiny tight pussy. And he’d have to take it easy on her. She was delicate. Her little opening wouldn’t be used to a man his size, but she’d soon feel how incredible it was to be stuffed with him.

Harry groaned as he felt himself begin to tip. Precome dripped out from his slit as he hastened his strokes, thumbing into his slit, his hips stuttering. He dropped the pillow and angled himself to pour onto the towel as he pumped his shaft and squeezed at his tip. His breaths got heavy and he imagined her turning over for him, her plump ass on display with her pussy lips peeking out from her thighs, dripping and ready for more of him.

Biting his lip to keep quiet he yanked hard and felt his balls tighten with his orgasm. Ropes of come spurted onto the towel under him, one palm down on the mattress to hold himself up and his other hand working his cock to empty himself, imagining he was emptying into Y/N’s fragrant cunt. Just imagining how they would smell together, both of their releases mingled and melted together made his mouth water. 

When he’d drained his cock completely, Harry felt his heart rate slow. He stayed on all fours over the towel for a few moments to gather himself. It was an intense orgasm. One he knew was just a glimpse of what was to come for him in the following days. He couldn’t delay in getting his shit together before his rut began because if he saw her during it he wasn’t sure he could stop himself from giving into his darker desires. 

*

Coming back from patrol that afternoon just before clocking in, Y/N was feeling grand. She’d missed this- missed trekking, missed the forest, missed the big outdoors. And maybe she was seeing everything through rose-tinted glasses, she could admit. She knew it was probably not wise- but she couldn’t help how rapidly her feelings were deepening for Harry. This was well beyond just a crush now. She could barely unlatch him from her when he drove her into work that morning. He was so touchy and seemed so sad to part with her. And she was sad too, to know she’d be going back that evening to an empty apartment. She’d gotten used to his presence, as well as Eddie’s. Again, she knew it wasn’t wise to get attached like this so soon- but she just had no way of stopping herself from falling. 

It really had just been the best day. Nick had barely spoken to her other than to comment that he wondered why her car had been in the lot for two nights and now he knew why. She ignored him. It wasn’t his business and she really just didn’t give a fuck about what he thought of Harry any more. 

She kept the necklace on under her uniform and felt the rings tap against her breasts every now and then, a reminder of what she’d just done with him. And now that her period was pretty much over, she was excited to see him again. She hoped soon. 

She tried not imagining how he’d go about it. Eating her out. She knew he’d do it right. Probably go in like a wild animal. There was something so erotic and animalistic about him. He looked like what sex would look like if sex had a human form, she figured. Laughing to herself about the absurdity of her thoughts, Tom peeped his head into the station just as she was grabbing her things to leave for the day, “I believe the same young man who was here for you the other day is out there waiting for you.”

Y/N perked up. Had he come to see her again? Already? She hadn’t expected it so soon. But she wasn’t going to complain. She hurriedly grabbed the remainder of her items and rushed out the door to see him. He was outside of his G-wagon with Eddie.

“Hey! You just couldn’t stay away, huh?” She teased as she walked up to him.

Harry smiled and looked her over. She was so pretty and so perfect. He’d love to have just stolen her away and kept her locked in his den but he couldn’t do that. And just seeing her was making his senses go haywire. He was feeling immediately satiated yet even more hungry for her. 

And like some kind of magnetic pull, he found himself suddenly wrapping his arms around her and putting his nose behind her ear, and inhaling deeply. He wanted to steal her away. Tie her up and bring her back with him. And he had a feeling she’d be into that. Have her think he was just being kinky with her when in reality he’d have her bound up at his mercy in his den. It would be so easy…

Harry backed away and scratched the back of his neck trying to calm himself before his thoughts got too swarthy, “Ehm… so I’ve got a little business trip I have to go on for a few days and was hoping you’d watch Edward while I’m away.” He looked up at her eyes and he nearly just gave in. Wanted to cave and tell her everything, come clean, carry her to his den and fuck her senseless, knot in her and have her ride him like he’d imagined…

“Oh? Yeah, sure. Just a few days then? Are you leaving tonight?”

Harry shook his head of his thoughts. He was losing it fast. He had to get out of there, “Yeah. I’m going this evening. Here…” he turned and picked up a bag, “some of his things. Snacks he likes. I’ve also got an envelope with cash so you can buy him some food. Just ground beef or chicken, rice, mixed vegetables,” Harry began to breathe heavily. His cock was thickening against his will, “uh… off leash for when you take him outside, and while you’re out for the day at work you could put on Nickelodeon for him. He likes the cartoons and shows they have during the day.”

Y/N put her small hand over Harry’s forearm, “Are you okay, Harry?” She could tell he seemed nervous or a little out of it. He was acting quite unusual.

Harry’s gaze dropped to her lips. The ones that had just been wrapped around his cock and sucked on him, drinking his come down like it was her life force. Harry blinked his eyes and pushed the bag toward Y/N, “Yeah, I’m okay. Sorry. I’ve just got to get going. It’s sort of a last-minute thing I hadn’t expected. But you’re okay to watch Edward for me?”

Y/N nodded and looked in the bag and then watched as Harry picked Eddie up and brought him to her car, placing him into her backseat, saying something to him that she couldn’t hear.

Y/N placed the bag into the other side of her backseat and Harry pulled her into his arms again, kissing her cheek rather hastily, and then practically jogged off to his car and pulled away before Y/N even started her own.

“Well, I guess it’s just me and you Eddie!”

*

Eddie was quite pleasant. He was rather quiet the first night. She let him sleep with her in her bed and she fed him most of his treats a little too quickly. She intended on spacing them out over the few days but he was so cute with his big eyes looking from the bag on her kitchen counter to her. She knew what he wanted. He was a very good communicator for a pup.

And it was strange to her that Harry specifically requested Nickelodeon, but it turned out that Eddie really did like that channel. Y/N thought perhaps it was the goofy-sounding noises from the cartoons and characters that danced around on the screen. Some canines enjoyed the visual stimulation and the sounds. It wasn’t unheard of for pets to watch TV, though they couldn’t possibly understand what was happening, they could enjoy the sounds and the visuals. 

She also learned that Eddie ate a lot more than a typical pup. By far. He was ravenous. Harry had portioned his meals out and placed them in containers but to Y/N, this was easily double what he needed. But he seemed to be in good shape, a healthy weight. If anything, at this age pups usually grow in size quite rapidly, seemingly from one day to the other, yet despite his appetite Eddie seemed to have maintained the same size as when she’d first seen him in the woods that eventful night. But she wouldn’t question Harry’s methods. Perhaps he was still getting used to pet ownership since he took Eddie into his care not that long ago. And she also found that he wanted his food heated, just as Harry said. She tried giving him a portion of his food in a bowl straight from the fridge but the pup just plopped down and looked up at her like she was crazy.

“Are you serious? You really are spoiled aren’t you?”

But it was the next day when Y/N arrived home after work and realized that Eddie was no longer happy. He was whining and standing at the door. She took him outside thinking he must need to go to the bathroom badly, and while he did do his business on the side of the building he still wasn’t happy. She kept Nickelodian on while she made herself dinner but Eddie stayed by her door and pouted. 

She picked him up and brought him into her arms, stroking his fur, “Poor guy. You’re attached to Harry, aren’t you? He’s a special guy, I know. But he’ll be back soon for you. Okay?”

The only time Eddie wasn’t moping was when she was holding him. He also didn’t eat the following morning. That was a first. Because his big appetite the first evening, and even the second evening made her think he was doing alright. She was concerned when he didn’t eat that second morning.

But she had to go to work, even with a whiney and sad pup in her apartment. She was worried. Would Eddie tear her shoes up and pee all over because he was upset? The little guy was sad and missed Harry. She didn’t know what to do to cheer him up.

That day, she decided to take him with her into work. She placed him in the crate in the medical room, the same one Harry had stolen him from that first night, and told her colleagues she was watching it for a friend. She didn’t miss Nick’s side eye when she said that, he’d probably seen the exchange in the parking lot when Harry had asked her to watch the pup for him. 

But what worried her the most was when she came back from patrol and found him staring at Eddie in the medical room. When she approached him, he looked at her funny, “Don’t you think it kind of looks like a wolf pup?”

“Don’t be silly,” she scoffed. But she took Eddie out of the crate and had him sit in her lap while she finished off some office work before clocking in for the day, away from her colleague’s prying eyes.

But as soon as they got back home and he still refused to eat, she really grew worried. She had no choice. She hated to do it but she had to call Harry. Maybe he’d dealt with this before. His not eating was the more pressing issue, but his apathy was also quite concerning for a pup his age. Maybe there was a trick Harry could share with her. 

But he didn’t pick up. The phone rang and his voicemail answered so she left a message as casually as possible - explaining the problem. He didn’t call her back. So she tried him one more time a couple of hours later just before she was about to get into her bed. But this time, his cell phone didn’t ring and it went directly to his voicemail. As if he’d turned it off after she called him the first time. That didn’t feel good. She wondered if everything was okay with Harry.

*

Harry saw her name light up his screen just as he was getting out of a cold shower. He growled and panted as he lifted his phone up. He nearly answered. Just to hear her voice. Maybe he’d wank off to the sound of her. But he knew it wouldn’t stop there. He couldn’t trust himself enough to even so much as talk to her over the phone. If he were to hear her voice he would plead with her to come over, and once he had her where he wanted her, there would be no stopping him. So he shut his phone off. He couldn’t have that kind of temptation. She was only a call away. A warm pussy to fuck and a sweet scent to feed on. The lilt of her voice and the caress of her hands on him… 

It was lucky he’d just got done knotting into his fist or he might have been tempted to answer and beg her to come over. It was a long one this time. It took almost an hour for his knot to subside. But he fucked his fist with lots of lube over and over again until he was soothed. He’d been knotting all day. Which was annoying. He could control when he knotted and when he didn’t but he found that when he let himself knot his release was so much more powerful and the relief he felt once he’d milked himself and his knot went down was incredible. So he was feeling rather sane when he saw her call come in. Which is why turning his phone off was vital. Before he started to feel that rush of heat spread over his balls and groin again. Which would inevitably come soon.

And this rut had been rough. He had the perfect wank material with Y/N, though. Not that he really even needed material in the state he was in, but just imagining her brought him through it. 

Harry didn’t bother dressing either. Walking around Niall’s apartment with a half-hard cock swaying against his thighs felt much better than having any clothes on. Plus he could grab himself and stroke for relief at will this way. He kept a bottle of lube in the bedroom as well, it had become necessary. Normally it wasn’t too much of a problem for him to just use his spit to slick his cock that way, but he was essentially masturbating all day long, and without lube, he’d certainly chafe himself. 

Harry began a new load of laundry. Sheets and towels. He was doing a new load daily because he was making quite the mess. If he wasn’t in the shower coming on the walls and down the drain, he was coming onto the towels or he’d wake up with come on himself and the sheets after having a wet dream about Y/N. 

And the dreams were so vivid. So real. He could smell her, feel her, taste her. Her tits bounced in his face as he sat her on his lap and made her ride him. He’d hold onto her bottom and help her lift upward and then drop back down over him. And because he was so long she would really have to work her thighs. Her legs would shake and she’d cry out as she came around him. And then he’d flip her over and eat her clean. He’d duck his tongue into her ass and lick her sweat up because they’d both be sweating. He’d give her the workout of a lifetime. 

Harry sighed and put his head back into the couch as he began to squeeze himself once again.

“Fuck…” he moaned. He recalled the way her tits looked with the necklace swaying between them and how her eyes watered as she sucked him.

He stood from the couch with his growing cock in his hands as he headed to the bedroom. Which he’d made like a den. Pillows and blankets and towels. Curtains drawn. Harry squirted plenty of lube into his palm and coated his sensitive cock with the slick and stroked himself. He grabbed the pillow she’d slept on, which was slowly losing her scent, and covered it with a towel, standing over it, feet on the floor. He fantasized that he was fucking down into her as she was lying at the edge of the bed. He was already sweating, his own scent filling his senses. He’d just showered too. But he couldn’t help it. His body’s natural reaction was to release his scent from his sweat and cause his mate to go nuts with him. But he was on his own for this one.

He pumped himself over the pillow and inhaled deeply to get any last bits of her scent, “Fuck, kitten. So wet, so plush, and so breedable…” He groaned into the room in shaky breaths. 

He knew he couldn’t breed her, but it didn’t stop him from fantasizing about it. He’d wrap his hands around her neck and fuck her down into the bed, poking her deep with his big cock and make her cry out. It would be a lot for her to take but she’d love it. She would have never had it so good. He couldn’t wait to show her what he could do. 

Harry laid his palm down on the bed, his cock hanging over the towel-covered pillow, his tip grazing the fabric as he lobbed deep tugs up and down to his base, his hips writhing as if he were grinding into her. The feel of the fibers ghosting over his slit made him shiver.

He watched as his tip leaked small streaks of come onto the towel, smearing his sperm into the material as he grunted with each harsh pull and squeeze. He pressed his knees into the side of the bed as his thighs began to quiver, just imagining his sweet human taking him to the hilt. 

Harry gasped as his precome began to leak out faster, the wet spot on the towel where he was pressing his cockhead into felt slippery and warm like he was rubbing one out right against her mouth. She’d open wide and take his load, he’d grab her chin and hold her mouth open so he could see the work as he poured into her.

“Holy fucking shit!” Harry growled deeply and loudly as he burst over the towel, his hips bucking into his fist. His come smeared into his palm and splashed the tiniest bit onto the blanket and then his stomach as he felt his balls swaying with the way he was snapping his hips forward when his knot took again. He smoothed his hand over the sensitive bulb and quickly yanked up and down to empty himself completely. 

It felt good. Thinking of her when he brought himself to orgasm. He didn’t think he could ever imagine anyone else ever again. 

Slipping his hand up and down his swollen cock and knot he continued to give in to his release. He straightened himself out, his first orgasm (of this round) out of the way, he resumed the slow wet, and sloppy strokes, not caring that his come was making a mess on his thighs. He was in the midst of his knot and he knew he was about to be fucking his hand and maybe he’d hump the towel even after getting it wet enough with his come for at least another thirty minutes.

It would be another long night.

*

It was a very long night. Y/N didn’t sleep a wink. Poor Eddie was beside himself. She was relieved she had the day off so she could try and take care of this problem. Eddie had only eaten a few treats here and there, nowhere near his daily intake, and she had half a mind to take him to the vet. The only issue was, she knew Nick was probably right. She’d always suspected Eddie was at least part wolf, and taking him in to get looked at would risk her losing him. She couldn’t even trust their own vet at the station with this. So that left her very few options. She would try stopping at Harry’s since It had been three nights. She didn’t know if he was back or not and he wasn’t answering her texts or her calls. 

So not only was she absolutely beside herself about Eddie, she was very worried about Harry. She could understand that he was busy, but to not call her back at all? She had to at least try. Eddie really missed Harry. And she was growing desperate.

*

Harry was feeling better. He’d been able to enjoy a hot tea and waffles and he’d only masturbated twice in the morning. His head was feeling more level. Perhaps tomorrow he could see Y/N and he’d be all settled by then. He had never had a rut so difficult before. But he was already feeling relief. It was finally coming to an end. Which reminded him he needed to listen to her voicemail and call her back, to let her know he’d be returning tomorrow. Walking into the living area he smelled her. Her scent was strong. Stronger than it had been these past few days but he couldn’t locate the scent in the apartment. 

And it was then he realized, she was near. It was her. He dashed around the apartment to toss the towels into the washing machine and tidy up as much as he could (throwing the tissues away, straightening the blankets and pillow positions on the bed, throwing the lube into the closet), and pulling on a pair of jeans. It was lucky Niall’s place was on the top floor or he wouldn’t have had enough time. But he’d gotten to the most important stuff before he heard a knock at the door.

When he opened the door she was surprised to see him there, “Harry? You’re here?! Oh my god, I was so worried!”

Harry grinned and felt his mouth water. He blinked his eyes and he just couldn’t believe it was her. But why was she here?

Harry pulled her into his arms and he knew he must smell a little. He did shower the night before but hadn’t had the chance that morning and his natural scent was still strong because his rut was not quite over just yet. Which was a problem now that he had his human in his arms, the one he’d been having very depraved fantasies about for days on end. 

“Sorry to worry you.” He said as he closed the door behind himself, keeping her hand in his.

Y/N looked up at him and she was relieved, but she also realized how angry she was feeling about it all, “Why couldn’t you at least have texted me back? How hard was it for you to give me that decency? Harry, I was beside myself and I needed your help with Eddie! He’s not eating and you’ve just been here? What’s going on? What have you been doing that you couldn’t keep in touch with me?” She was riled up. This was a cause for concern. Here he was inside the apartment wearing only his jeans and slightly sweaty, as if he’d been working out. Or doing drugs. Or having sex. None of which were making her feel any better about this whole situation. She needed an explanation, fast. 

Harry licked his lips and tried not to imagine the things he was but her attitude didn’t help anything. He wanted to bend her over the couch and spank her with the way she was speaking to an alpha. 

“I apologize. Please don’t be mad,” he said as cupped her face softly, “I got really sick, couldn’t even go on the work trip, and I didn’t want to call and make you think you needed to take care of me or help so I just… it was dumb. I should have reached out but I didn’t want to admit I wasn’t well. But I’m feeling better today. In fact, I was going to call you here in a bit.”

“You were sick? So you’ve just been here the whole time? I wish you would have called me!” she took note of the state he was in and he did look quite off. He was still handsome, his eyes were glistening, but he was sweating the tiniest bit and his hair was a wavy mess, “You poor thing! Both you and Eddie just needed to be taken care of and-”

Harry cut off her words when he pressed his mouth to hers. He needed to taste her saliva. Needed to have his mouth on hers, “Wished you were here too. But I did not feel well and I didn’t want you to see me like that.”

Y/N pushed at him and looked around the living room. It looked a bit messy for what she’d been used to with Harry. He normally seemed quite tidy. There were a couple of glasses and plates sitting out, a blanket on the floor near the couch, and a stray pillow next to the TV stand.

Harry nuzzled his face into her neck and pushed her further into the room, and then planted his mouth over hers again. He couldn’t help it. He couldn’t stop himself. She was too delectable and she was inside this apartment with a perfectly lovely bed where no one could see or hear them. 

Y/N laughed into his mouth and arched her back away from him.

“Don’t do that. I need you. Please…” He dipped back in for another kiss but she turned her head and giggled.

“But Harry you just said you weren’t feeling well!” She put her hands up to his chest.

Harry shook his head and stuffed his face into her hair and her neck, “I’m already better with you here. I just need a little of your medicine... I want it so bad. Please. I’m gonna feel like a new man as soon as you can let me have some,” his words were muffled as she spoke them into her neck.

Y/N could feel the weight of him leaning into her as he kept her arms around him. It felt like being hugged by someone you hadn’t seen in a long time. Like when her brother returned after being gone for a year on deployment. The feeling of the hug he gave her would never be forgotten. 

And the way Harry was wrapping himself around her like his heart would give out if he had to go without her for even a moment longer, it had her feeling something, Feeling like she needed to help take care of him in some way. Especially with the way he was pleading with her, something she never thought she’d hear come out of his mouth.

“Please. You don’t understand,” Harry spoke and then pulled away to look into her eyes, “You promised me.”

Well, when he put it that way, Y/N was powerless to resist. And the way he was touching her and kissing her, even the way he smelled and looked, was making her weak in the knees. She couldn’t believe how fast she’d gone from being upset at him to dampening her panties, but this was just what he did to her. She knew what he wanted.

“Okay,” she agreed in a small voice. She’d never seen that particular look in his eyes when he began walking her back to where she knew the bedroom was. She felt shivers down her spine with the way he was towering over her and wet his lips in anticipation. He looked like he was about to devour her. 

She had no idea.

A/N: (@fkinavocado and @gurugirl here) Oh we’re pretty sure she’s in for it now  👀

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Seven Years of Writing Fanfics

I’m being a little premature- I’ll celebrate seven years of writing as ahiddenpath in September- but I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what I’ve learned.  Please read on if you want to hear about the writing habits I wish I had when I started in 2012, and about the habits I wish I didn’t have back then!

I’ll also be talking about my writing plans in general.  Check it out below the cut!

1.)  Make a story bible.

A story bible is a reference document for your story.  Before you post a new fic, I strongly suggest creating one.  For digimon specifically, this means making some choices before you begin:

Which version of the character names will you use?  Do you intend to remain consistent with this choice?  For example, I’ve seen a lot of writers use Japanese character names and English digimon names.  Will you use official honorifics?  Custom honorifics?  Will you use terminology from one translation of the show, or a mashup?

Make these choices upfront, create reference charts, and remain consistent.  

After that, you can also keep references for topics such as characterization details (if you say that Bob’s favorite drink is coffee in one chapter and tea twenty chapters later, be prepared for a flood of comments pointing out the inconsistency), setting details, and anything that you don’t want to forget.  Spending half an hour hunting down a silly detail instead of writing is a huge bummer.

Growing Up with You is my worst offender of ‘problems a story bible would have fixed.’  It’s got... every issue you can imagine, lol!  For example, pairing Hikari with Gatomon (instead of Tailmon), using ‘digitama’ and ‘digimental’ interchangeably in the 02 arc, using the English terms for evolution stages while using Japanese names for other things, confusing Bakemon and Bakumon, it’s a mess.  It’s so bad that a complete, painstaking edit is the only thing that can fix it...  Which is enough to make me weep, given that the story is over 400K words long.

Organize yourself before you start.  Here’s a link to some printable Digimon Adventure and Digimon Adventure 02 references.

2.)  Avoid Longfics.

I know I’ve said this before, but it bears repeating.  NEVER PUBLISH A NEW STORY WITHOUT HAVING AN ENDING IN SIGHT FROM THE BEGINNING.

I’m not saying you can’t write huge, epic tales.  God knows I’m unlikely to stop doing that.  But, if I could go back in time, I would separate Growing Up with You into four fics.  It would be something like this:

Growing Up with You I: Childhood

Growing Up with You II:  Digimon Adventure

Growing Up with You III:  Liminal Space

Growing Up with You IV:  Digimon Adventure 02

I’m sure some arcs would be longer than others, but this way, I’d have four stories that are roughly 100K words long.  

A lot of folks just... don’t want to read a 400K story.  It’s intimidating, man!  Although it varies by genre, the average word count for a fiction novel aimed at adults is 80K words.  That 400K fic is like FIVE NOVELS, DUDE!!!!  That’s a commitment for readers!

Shorter stories are more reader friendly, but there’s also a huge benefit to you, the writer.  Separating your longfic into multiple stories allows you more opportunities to write towards an ending.  Breaking your story into digestible chunks decreases the writing paralysis that comes with being nowhere near the ending.  It also cuts back on meandering chapters that don’t carry the narrative closer to that ending.  Furthermore, thinking of the story in arcs before you start writing forces you to plan more...  Something I never did in 2012!!!!

Best of all, once you reach the end of an arc, you can take a break before launching the next one.  It’s hard on a writer to continue endlessly producing without a break.  It’s hard on a reader to hit the final available chapter in a fic and wonder if it will ever update again.  But if you complete an arc and take a break to plan and write a few buffer chapters, the tension and impatience is gone for your audience, and you get to breathe.  It’s a win-win!

3.)  Avoid long chapters.

Back in 2012, I often posted chapters that were 10K words and longer!  Here are some benefits to posting shorter updates more frequently:

-Shorter wait times between updates.

Let’s say your planned chapter is 15K words long.  I could update my story once in the span of a month, or I could break the chapter into three parts and update three times in a month!  This keeps readers happy and interested in your work.

Over time, you’ll develop the ability to create sub arcs/movements, finding spots to break them up into separate updates.  This also creates natural moments for cliffhangers, tension, and mini resolutions.  It’s a great way to insert more moods and movement into your narrative.    

-More exposure for your story.

Every time you update your fanfic, it gets pushed to the top of the update list on fanfiction.net or AO3.  The more you update it, the more hits your story will receive, thanks to all the extra time it will spend on the first page of newly-updated fics.

-Easier editing.

I do my best editing when I’m working with 5K words or fewer at a time.  Personally, I can only focus on close editing for about 90 minutes before I start missing mistakes and forgetting details.  I could edit a 10K word update in two sittings, but then it’s possible to forget about details and moods from the previous editing session!  So, unless your story bible is really hardcore, your editing process could benefit from shorter updates.

-More feedback/support

I have a few amazing readers who leave some form of feedback/appreciation for me whenever I post a new chapter.  A supported writer is a happy, productive writer!  More updates means more chances for feedback and support from your readers, which in turn can fuel and direct your writing!  Again, everyone wins!  (Thanks, guys, I love you!).

4.)  Publish your story on both fanfiction.net and AO3.

Why reach one audience when you could potentially reach two?  There are plenty of readers who only use one platform or the other.

At this point, it would be ridiculously difficult to post my 70+ chapter fanfics to AO3...  Do yourself a favor and post to both from the start!

5.)  Remember: writing and editing are two separate processes.

Guys guys guys guys guys.  Lemme be real here.

I used to painstakingly write a first draft, check for spelling/grammar errors on my word processor, and then post it.

Here’s what my process looks like now: word vomit a first draft, do an edit in my word processor, print the edited draft, make edits on paper, transfer edits to word processor, print new draft, make edits on paper, transfer edits to word processor, final read through, post

If my new method looks more time intensive...  In a way, it is, but in a way, it isn’t?  I bang out that first rough draft without a care in the world, where I used to agonize over every word.  Agonizing is not fun.  Word vomiting can produce some, ah, discouraging results, but it feels like creative play.  It’s fun, it’s flexible, it’s fast...  And you can fix it later through the magic of editing.  And if you’re having fun, you’ll keep writing.  If you’re agonizing, you’ll find yourself making excuses to avoid writing.

Plus, my current method produces tighter, more deliberate prose, while maintaining the freedom and energy of word vomiting...  And avoiding the angst and doubt.  This is my best defense against writing paralysis and my greatest weapon in the battle of producing words.

My method can’t be right for everyone, but I do encourage you to try it out, especially if your writing hasn’t been joyful lately.

6.)  Don’t run too many fics at one time.

I encourage writers to have one longer fic open and one shorter fic, preferably of different tones/settings/main characters.  This gives you a way to keep writing when you’re sick of one project without bogging you down.

You will likely have some readers who love everything you do (god bless), but many people have particular genre, character, and setting preferences.  If you have three fics open, then readers of any one story have to wait much longer for the next update while you alternate updating each fic.

And more importantly, having a ton of open stories just...  It feels heavy, guys.  It’s a weight, a pressure.  Trust me.  Forgive me, fanfic gods, for I have sinned.

7.)  Maintain a buffer

Okay, so my Nanowrimo project for 2018 was to write 50,000 words for After August, my current open fic.  By the end of the month, I had a roughly 80% complete first draft of the entire fic.  

Guys!  Guys!  It’s so cool to know exactly where the story is going, from start to finish.  My editing is so deliberate on this piece!  I can spot repetition and inconsistencies, since the draft is printed and sitting in front of me in a binder.  I can tweak emphasis and maintain more balance between character appearances.  It’s a whole new ballpark for me, someone who always wrote one update at a time and posted it upon completion (or worse, wrote ahead and lost the material when I changed my mind about the plot before reaching that future point).

Plus, even if my life gets extra busy or hard, I can still maintain my updating schedule.  I can print out a chapter, take it to work, and do hard edits during my lunch break (I realize that makes me antisocial, but have you ever endured coworkers telling you all of their problems while you try to eat a sandwich in peace?  The editing is much more fun.  I am antisocial, is what I’m saying.  Born into it, baby).

Regular updates are a big part of maintaining steady readership, so having a buffer both increases the quality of your work (since you know where the story is going for sure) and ensures that more people read it.  Awww yisssss.

Okay, well, my concentration is gone now, so that’s the end of my advice!  If I think of anything else, maybe I’ll add it?  

I do want to touch base with my writing plans, though.  Currently, of course, my goal is to complete After August.  If I can post one chapter per week, it will be compete in early March, but I’m going to aim for completing the story in May, to allow for any issues that might come up (for example, Kingdom Hearts III is coming out soon!).

After that, I want to complete Seeking Resonance...  Although I have no idea how long that will take?  I just know that the heavy atmosphere was really starting to weigh on me.

After that... Well, do you remember that survey I made a while back?  It looks like my next project should probably be completing Four Years.  

I might simultaneously work on one of these two stories and Tales of REM, or maybe I’ll alternate between SR and FY for a while?  To be honest, though, I would really like to wrap up SR as soon as I can.

Either way, completion is the name of the game this year.  Please look forward to it!  Let me know if you have any ideas for future fics, or if you have a favorite from my list of potential future projects!