![]() “Now, please,” you whispered into his skin. You couldn’t quite keep your hands off of him. “Now or later, then?” You breathed out against his neck, fingers dancing their way across his chest. I want it to be like, something I can remember,” you explained lamely, but Harry nodded along anyways. He was sat on the couch and you were comfortably resting sideways on his lap, head on his chest as his fingers played with your hair. “Do you want me to give you the bite before I knot you or while I’m doing it?” Harry asked lastly. If you weren’t so stupidly in love with him, you’d find it incredibly annoying. HARRY: Harry was a sensible one, had always been a sensible one, so he had made sure to sit you down and had a long conversation with you about it, making sure you wanted to and so on. “Can’t wait, can’t wait,” you babbled, earning a chuckle. “Fuck babe, can’t wait till I’m in my rut, you’re going to be all mine,” Liam said with a squeeze to your waist as he soothed the mark with his tongue. You knew the full effect wouldn’t even kick in until he could knot you, and the feeling was already so intense, you weren’t sure you’d be able to handle it once he did knot you. The breath got knocked out of your lungs and your world narrowed down until you couldn’t feel, hear or smell anything other than Liam. His teeth grazed your skin lightly before he found the right spot, biting down hard enough to draw blood, growling possessively. “I’ve been thinking about it, a lot,” you admitted, tipping your head back against his shoulder and letting it fall limply to the side to give him more access, offering yourself up to him right then and there. “Is this a spur of the moment thing or have you been thinking about this?” he asked, dragging you impossibly closer. Then Liam started moving again, nosing up the side of your neck before placing a gentle kiss to the frail skin. “I was thinking, maybe you could mate me? Before that? Maybe now?” Liam froze behind you and you squeezed your eyes shut, nerves making you tremble. ![]() He took a deep breath, humming pleasantly at your smell. He plastered his front to your back, wrapping his arms around your waist and burrowing his face in your neck. ![]() “Yeah, why?” came the reply just as he rounded the corner to the kitchen. LIAM: “Li? Isn’t your rut next week?” you called through the flat, leafing through the calendar hanging on your fridge. ![]()
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