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Stopp omg no harry I can assure you y/n will understand just let it be!!! 😩

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 3 / alternatively, read on wattpad

Chapter 4 (word count: 10k)

When Harry was sure Y/N had fallen asleep he prepared his spot on the couch to settle in for the night. He knew he wasn’t going to sleep well. First of all, the couch would barely fit his large frame comfortably. Harry was used to sleeping in his large, plush bed back home with lots of space to stretch out. And of course, there was the fact that the girl was just in the other room.

Sitting down on the couch and stretching he looked at his nephew who was watching him closely. Harry didn’t normally sleep at the cabin so the pup seemed confused that he was there, but also there was something accusatory behind his eyes again, “What? Don’t look at me like that. Go into the bedroom with Y/N and watch over her for the night why don’t you? You’ll be more useful in there anyway.” Harry got up from the couch with a pillow in hand, opening the door for his nephew to enter the bedroom with Y/N. He tossed the pillow down on the floor next to the foot of the bed and looked at the pup, gesturing to the pillow, “Go on. This is your bed for the night,” he whispered.

Watching his nephew curl up on the pillow he looked back at the girl lying on his bed fast asleep, hoping her dreams were kind with no thought of the wolves who’d earlier threatened her life. He gently closed the door behind himself, trying to make as little noise as possible.

Harry also needed to be alone with his thoughts. No distractions or other beings near him. Just peace and silence. The pup wasn’t usually noisy or anything but sometimes he wanted to sleep next to Harry and curl into his side at night when he stayed in the cabin with his nephew, and Harry didn’t have the heart to shoo him away, even though he wasn’t used to having to share his personal space. But tonight, he just wanted to be alone and reflect.

With the quiet finally surrounding the cabin, Harry began to undress himself. He paused for a moment considering that the girl was in the cabin with him but shrugged to himself. He always slept naked anyway. And he’d have a sheet over himself just in case she were to walk in. Not that he minded if she saw him. With his clothes draped over the back of the couch and his boots neatly placed side by side, he laid back into the cushions and closed his eyes.

He wanted to find sleep quickly but it didn’t come. He normally didn’t have trouble falling asleep. However, it wasn’t a surprise to him that he couldn’t get the girl off of his mind. He tried. He really did. He thought of everything but her. He tried to remember the story his uncle had told him about their lineage when he was young. He thought about all of the responsibilities he had on his plate that he wasn’t sure he was truly ready for. He even thought about the car he had at his home and how he needed to have it washed. He stared up at the ceiling and looked at the wood knot and tried counting the circles one by one… But none of that was good enough. She was all he could focus on. And the worst part was he couldn’t control his body’s response.

But Y/N was fast asleep, unaware of the turmoil Harry was going through just the room over. He was cradling his hard cock in his hand and willing himself into a calm state. But he failed. He couldn’t resist the urge to stroke himself slowly to relieve the ache. He was painfully hard and he couldn’t stop imagining having the girl bent over the arm of the couch or spread out on his big bed at home. He grunted quietly at the thought of it because he knew if he turned up the charm just a little bit with her she’d be putty in his hands and he wouldn’t need to imagine it any longer. The skin along his shaft moved with his hand and he rubbed over his slit softly. Just a little. Just to relieve the ache, he told himself. He couldn’t believe the way he was reacting to her. He realized that he was attracted to her but the way he was behaving was usually reserved for a mate. She was a human. He was a beast. She would lead a normal and relatively mundane life if she were lucky. He was an alpha leader and his life would never be mundane. He could only ever wish for a mundane life like most humans experienced. But that wasn’t in the cards for him.

But none of that mattered to him when she was close enough to smell. Just in the other room. With her pants off. The dried sweat on her skin. The smell that emanated from her when they made any kind of prolonged eye contact. She was aroused. Even if it didn’t wet her panties, he smelled the pheromones pouring from her. If he played into those soft glances and all the moments he touched her that made her heart pound for a just bit longer it would have resulted in her aroused state physically manifesting itself.

He let out a quiet sigh as he tossed and turned. He swallowed and stuffed his nose into his pillow and it only reminded him that she was sleeping in his bed and her scent would permeate everything. He pressed his hips down into the couch to relieve the small ache in his dick. He hated that this was how he reacted to her. And if it wasn’t enough, her scent wasn’t the only thing that he was drawn to. He liked her voice. He liked the way her skin looked smooth and soft. He loved how small she seemed next to him. He liked her attitude too. She was tough and brave. There were things about her personality that reminded him of some of the alpha females he was drawn to as well. Though she was clearly only human, he liked the way she carried herself. And the way she challenged him without hesitance. No one had ever defied him the way she did. No one would stare into his eyes and hold their ground with such nerve. Not man nor beast. And it all just made her that much more desirable. And of course, being a male, he was a visual creature so he imagined what she’d look like taking him. Would that even be possible? He had to stop. His thoughts were wrong.

Eventually, he rolled to his back and tucked his hands behind his head. He needed to make sure his hands weren’t anywhere near his hardened prick. Closing his eyes he sighed and finally sleep found him but he wasn’t free of her even in his dreams.

Waking up, Y/N was startled upon opening her eyes and taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. It all came back to her when the pain in her leg made its presence known. She must’ve moved it when she flinched and now she had to bite her tongue and not make any noise so as to not wake up the man– Harry. His name was Harry, she reminded herself, and the moment they shared when he’d finally told her. She didn’t regret telling him she’d been mistaken about him. Even though the cabin was still a mystery, she could tell he wasn’t a bad person. Not at all.

Hearing a small whine and a huff, she realized she was not alone. The pup was in there with her. She didn’t remember it there when she went to sleep, Harry must’ve brought it in along with a pillow to sleep on. She placed her index finger over her lips and gestured for it to keep quiet. She felt silly right after she’d done it- but somehow in the moment the little one seemed to have understood her.

It was barely breaking dawn outside, and he was no doubt still fast asleep on the couch in the other room. She didn’t want to wake him up, surely he was still tired from carrying her all the way back to the cabin the previous night alone- though he never showed it. But she had an ulterior motive as to not to wake him up- and that was, she needed to pee quite urgently. And the last thing she wanted was for him to offer to carry her outside or something embarrassing like that. He seemed hell-bent on ensuring her ankle recovered properly.

Maybe he just wanted her out of his hair. The faster she could walk back to her car, the less likely he was gonna need to carry her out of there himself.

Y/N tried her level best to not put any weight on her right foot while she got off the bed, and although her initial plan had been to pull her pants on, she quickly realized that was near impossible without assistance. Not to mention how difficult it would make her task outside.

Leaning on her left, she hopped around as quietly as possible, which proved quite difficult with how the hardwood floor was creaking with every step, much less hop. She debated taking off her left boot she’d put on to go outside, but then her socks would get soiled and she really didn’t want that. She fished out wet wipes from her backpack and popped chewing gum into her mouth.

Opening the door to the bedroom quietly, she peered outside and took in the view before her. She could only see the back of the sofa the man had gone to sleep on, so she assumed he was still there.

Leaning her palm against the wall for more stability, she resumed hopping her way to the entryway when a very deep groan stopped her in her tracks. For a second she thought the sound had come from the pup, but it was way too small to emit such a guttural noise. Looking over her shoulder she caught sight of the man sitting up on the sofa, a measly sheet covering his midsection. It was barely covering anything, in truth, since he was quite obviously completely naked underneath, so much so that she was certain she could see the outline of his morning wood. There was no mistaking that for anything else–

“Y/N.” Harry cleared his gruff morning voice while rubbing at his face tiredly. “Where do you think you’re headed?”

She was at a loss for words as she tried to collect her thoughts enough to form a coherent sentence. His disheveled morning hair, his nakedness, his tattoos. His eyes looked so intense in the morning. His five o’clock hint of a stubble accentuating the shape of his lips…

“I– I’m sorry, I tried not to wake you up, but I need to pee and it’s quite urgent.”

She didn’t miss the way his eyes scanned her head to toe unashamedly. He wasn’t being subtle about it at all. After lingering over what she could just assume was the curve of her ass peeking through the dress shirt no doubt, his lustful gaze lowered inch by inch until it landed on her booted leg and her other bandaged one that she tried her best to keep off the ground. His expression changed and his eyes shot up back to hers “I’ll take you.”

Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, cringing “Harry- please don’t fight me on this. I’d rather my bladder explode than have you help me go pee.”

His brows furrowed as though she’d just told him the most outrageous thing he’d ever heard “Why are you being so weird about your body? I’ve already seen you naked, remember? So you have to wee, every living thing does. Get over yourself.”

He was about to throw the sheet off of himself when she turned her head back facing the entryway. She’d seen him flaccid and had been dickmatized ever since. She couldn’t handle it at full mast, she just couldn’t.

Facing away from him, she could hear him shuffling around probably getting dressed “Can you just drop it, please? I’ll be fine. I’ll lean against the wall and be done in no time. Just please… give me some privacy.”

Harry scoffed behind her and she didn’t wait for his reply, hopping off as quickly as she could muster and even closing the door behind her.

But after she chose her spot as far away from any windows as possible (ideally, she’d have chosen a spot in the bushes but she couldn’t hop all the way over there on uneven ground and she knew it) she realized peeing outdoors, as a woman, involved crouching. Which she couldn’t do. Her panties definitely made everything ten times more difficult. But she eventually made it work somehow.

How did this man live like this? Even if he only used the cabin in passing. She couldn’t go through this again- she just couldn’t. She needed to find a way to get back to her car this very day. She was in no condition to make the trek though. Not by a long shot. And there was no service here, so deep into the forest, to call for help.

She felt defeated. Hopping back to the front of the house she found Harry waiting in the doorframe, wearing just his skinny jeans. They left very little to the imagination with how tight they were on him,

“Done. Marked your wall just like a dog would its territory. Maybe consider building an outhouse at the very least…” she muttered while she limped, passing him by and going inside.

Harry paused at her remark, fighting off a smirk. “I’ll go hunt for something to eat. Bring back some fresh water from a nearby stream as well. Then I’ll take you to your car.”

“But– it’s so far away… there’s no way you can carry me all the way over there!”

“We’ll stop for breaks along the way. Besides, you weigh practically nothing.”

Y/N wanted to argue, but there just wasn’t any other way for her to get back home but for him to carry her to her car. And then, she’d call someone to drive her home. She couldn’t drive a stick using just her good foot.

Before she could argue, he took her in his arms and back to the bed, placing her on it gently, secured the pillows alongside her body again, then went back into the other room, grabbed a few of his favorite reads, and brought them to her, placing them within arm’s reach on the nightstand. “You can read or sleep some more while I’m gone, it’s still early. I won’t be too long.”

He was about to leave when she called after him and he popped his head back inside the bedroom.

“Are you taking the pup with you?”

“No?”

“Can it keep me company, then? I won’t let it back on the bed again, promise.”

Harry huffed and whistled, to which the pup responded by trotting his way into the bedroom.

“What’s its name?”

Harry looked at her for a long beat before answering “It’s Edward.”

Y/N let out a small incredulous laugh “Edward? What kind of name is that?!”

“What’s wrong with that name? It’s my own middle name.”

“What!? That’s even weirder! And I meant, what kinda name for a pet is that?”

Harry shrugged, “It suits him.”

“Okaaaay… He won’t uh- get aggressive, will he? I know he’s not a dog. And he’s been well-behaved during the night, but he was asleep…”

Harry stared at her for a long moment again. His expression unreadable. “He’d never hurt you.”

Y/N smiled, then lowered her gaze to the pup. “Hey, Eddie! Nice to know your name, finally.”

The pup wagged its tail and Y/N’s smile grew larger. It was pulling at Harry’s heartstrings to see her care for Edward like that. She was smart too, to notice even at such a young age that it wasn’t a dog. But she was still quite far off in her assumptions.

He’d been truthful, Edward would never hurt her. Not for lack of ability, though.

“I’ll be back as soon as possible,” he reiterated and when she gave him a small smile he promptly left before he could allow himself to mirror her expression.

Shifting into his wolf, he felt the freedom in his body as he bounded through the forest and easily caught two rabbits and a handful of quail. Easy to cook, and the girl would likely not question it as compared to him bringing back a whole deer or something. He hoped this amount of food would be sufficient. He wasn’t sure how much she would eat. As for himself, he had a large appetite. He knew humans didn’t eat as much but he couldn’t be sure about her appetite until he saw for himself.

It’d been a while since he’d hunted himself. Hunting was easy for Harry. He owned these woods. He commanded respect and his status was known far and wide. He preferred to hunt in the woods closest to his home. As an alpha, he had other responsibilities within his pack, of course. So he’s only ever done it when he volunteered. He was way more efficient at it anyway than those who trained for hunting their whole lives.

He didn’t use to shapeshift as much during the day either- but the woods around those parts were sufficiently remote so as to not risk anyone spotting a huge “wolf” in broad daylight.

It had taken him under 5 minutes to catch the game to eat. Now he would have to dilly-dally a bit so that Y/N wouldn’t question how fast he came back from hunting. Maybe he’d just tell her he had had snare traps set around the area.

So, for the sake of killing time, he skinned the rabbits, being sure to keep the furs intact for later use, and then de-feathered the quail in his human form. He started a fire in his pit outside the cabin and put the grates over the flames to get them hot. He didn’t always cook this way. His home had a beautiful chef’s kitchen with a high-end stove and double doored refrigerator that he preferred cooking in. He did hunt for a lot of his food, though. He liked the taste of the food he caught himself better than anything anyone else hunted. He prepped everything and got the fire going before getting back inside the cabin.

He halted in his tracks upon entering when he was met with her sleeping form on the couch. Where he’d deliberately slept, very uncomfortably since it didn’t quite fit his large frame, as to not have her accidentally fall over during the night. But what made him furrow his brows even further in confusion was first the smell- and then the sight of one of his favorite scotches on the coffee table next to her.

He walked over to her and took in the whole scene from up close. She was snuggled into the back of the couch, her foot terribly malpositioned. It was like she couldn’t even feel it. He then grabbed the bottle and inspected it, holding it up to the light peering through the window, he concluded she’d drunk a whole bunch of it. He’d barely touched that bottle!

He gave Edward an accusatory look “I told you to keep an eye on her!”

His nephew whined and Harry couldn’t hold back a snarl, making the former lower his gaze guiltily.

Bringing back his attention to her frame, he noticed her fidgeting a bit until finally opening her eyes to look at him.

“Care to explain this?” he held out the bottle in front of her.

She groaned, but he could tell it wasn’t from pain. She probably felt pretty numb with the amount she’d consumed.

“It’s stupid. I’m sorry. I’ll… replace the bottle.”

“That’s not the issue here, Y/N. I told you to stay put. In bed. Not here, where you could easily fall over the edge–”

“I fell- but not over the edge. I, uhm…” she sat upright and blew an exasperated huff, sending some of her face-framing hair strands flying around her. “I’d spotted a different book than the ones you brought me to bed, and I went to go get it… And I accidentally leaned on my bad foot. The pain was so bad…” she groaned again, burying her face in her hands “I just couldn’t even move from that spot, I kinda just… lay there on the floor next to the bookcase for a long while till I could bear moving again. I swear, I’m no cry baby… but the pain was horrible. I spotted your spirits and I just thought I’d take a sip or two… to take the edge off.”

“This is not just taking the edge off, Y/N. You drank more than half the bloody bottle! What were you thinking? Look at how you’re holding your leg- you haven’t even propped it up like I showed you!”

“Yeah- I feel much better, actually!” she grinned, switching from her previous demeanor in the blink of an eye. Oh, she was so far gone.

“No, you don’t. You’re just–” he exhaled through his nose, trying to hold off from being as direct as he wanted to be with her. She probably wouldn’t even remember him telling her off like this. She was quite intoxicated.

He took her appearance in. She was all rosy-cheeked and giggly and flustered. And how could she not be when she indulged so much?

“I really liked it- what is it, anyway? Never had anything like it. It’s not too strong, I really loved the aftertaste. And I was a bit thirsty too… I had nothing to drink in quite a while… Let’s have a toast!” she grabbed his forearm enthusiastically.

Harry’s eyes widened taking in the way the curious girl flirted with him. “Certainly not! And I told you I’d bring fresh water from the stream! I’ll take a look at the damage and then I’m taking you outside to eat.”

“Oh, yum! I’m starving! Are we having barbecue?”

Harry blinked at her, “Yeah-something like that. Now let me have a look.” he crouched next to the couch and took in the sight of her ankle. Even through her bandage, it looked considerably more swollen than when he’d left her. He’d have to change her dressing before they left the cabin- it wasn’t looking good at all. But first- he needed to get some food inside her belly. The girl was swooning even standing up on the couch watching him inspect her foot.

He took her into his arms again and she began giggling like a schoolgirl as he walked them outside and placed her on a tree trunk, and had her extend her bad foot and rest it on the other one he’d set up for himself by the fire. She was only in her shirt but this time around, she didn’t seem all that concerned with her state of undress.

He wanted to keep an eye on her. He sat next to her while Edward stayed by her side at her feet. Harry frowned at his nephew. He’d really taken a liking to Y/N. Harry could understand. There was just something about her.

The first time she happened upon, Harry was about to show Edward what it looked like to shift from human form to wolf form- the full moon aiding the process tremendously- in hopes of getting the young one to follow suit. He was doing his best to bond with his orphaned nephew. But when he smelled her and saw her he was startled and had to stop himself. He couldn’t have a human seeing him shift. He was lucky he hadn’t begun to show his other form when she saw him so he could quickly stop the process. But it did wear him out.

Stopping the shift was a big energy waste. It had him feeling lethargic and out of it, which is why he allowed Y/N to take his nephew in the first place. He needed to regain his stamina before he could feel normal again. And once he was up to it, he sniffed them out and found the ranger station where he was easily able to take Edward back.

Just thinking back on it made him smile. She had no idea he was there behind the door watching as she looked around and took Edward out to go to relieve himself. Humans lacked the more potent senses werewolves had. But she did smell his cologne. Luckily, that’s all she could smell. If she were a predator she would have smelled him, heard him. Maybe even felt his presence. But she wasn’t a predator. Not like Harry was.

She grabbed Edward from next to her, plopped him in her lap, and began petting him while Harry resumed cooking the meat over the fire.

“You’re such a good boy! Yes, you are! Oh, yes you are!” she scratched behind his ear. Y/N loved how dense his fur was. She liked pressing her palm into it and feeling how thick it was between her fingers. “Ohhhh! Harry! He’s purring!”

Harry shot the young one a quick glance that effectively made him stop. But Y/N didn’t notice that swift exchange.

“Eddie, I hope you like squirrel!”

“This isn’t squirrel!” Harry corrected her, taking full offense. He’d actually caught mares that were significantly larger than any squirrel.

“Well– they all kinda look the same without their fur don’t they Eddie? Bet they taste the same too.”

Harry muttered under his breath and then brought a piece that was sufficiently cooked over to her, pulling the meat from the bones and letting it cool a bit.

“Oh, yum! Look, Eddie, you do the honors!” she gave Harry a pointed look, just when he was about to take the piece of meat to his own mouth. After all, the alpha was the one to have the first bite, always. He stopped midway and brought it over to the little one instead, who of course nibbled at it a bit too enthusiastically, making Harry pull his hand back before he could chew on his own flesh next.

“See? Awwww. He was hungry.”

Harry pulled another piece off the bone and then stopped in his tracks again when Y/N opened up her mouth at him, sticking out her tongue slightly and closing her eyes.

Harry felt sweat begin to form at his temples, and it wasn’t due to his proximity to the fire. That sight awakened the beast in him in more ways than one.

He swallowed audibly taking the piece of meat to her mouth, and she caught it between her teeth, pulling it away from his hand. He watched her chew intently and then her eyes opened and eyebrows shot up “Oh, wow! This is good! Maybe a bit more salt?”

“Uhm– Yeah. I, uh, ran out of salt.”

“Bummer. It’s good, though. Can I have some more, please?”

The pup growled a bit in her hold, probably signaling it was, in fact, his turn- but neither of them paid him any heed. Harry was too enthralled with the way she repeated the gesture from earlier, throwing her head back slightly, elongating her neck, closing her eyes, parting her mouth, and sticking out her tongue just a bit.

He knew this image of her would haunt him for a long, long while. He watched between heavy eyelids as she sucked in two of his fingers this time as well, and lingered before removing them from her sweet mouth.

He watched as if in a trance as she chewed, licking her lips at the end and then they were both snapped out of it when a sharp bark pierced the silence.

Harry grunted and stuffed the whole rest of it in the pup’s mouth, bones and all, and returned to the fire, lest everything else turned to char.

Y/N set the pup down and allowed him to chew on the leftover bones when Harry returned with the rest of the meat he’d set aside. She carefully took her foot off of the tree trunk next to hers so that Harry could sit and eat too. At first, he shook his head but she insisted, and as soon as he sat down, she propped her foot right into his lap, taking him aback yet again.

To keep himself occupied, or rather, distracted, he quite literally devoured much of the remaining meat. Y/N said she was full, his nephew was happy chewing on those bones from earlier, and he- well. He had a big appetite, it was well known.

Y/N watched in awe how he so expertly pulled the meat from the bones using his dainty fingers. Of course, there was nothing dainty about how he scarfed down the meat. Even the way he chewed was manly.

Y/N felt overwhelmed with sensation. She was still quite tipsy, even with her small nap on the couch, but it was a pleasurable buzz. Her belly was full. She could barely feel any pain in her ankle. She just felt… good. Her foot in his lap felt good. Him feeding her had felt good. He made her feel good. She looked at him longingly and before she could even process it fully, she blurted out “You’re so pretty.”

Harry nearly choked on a bit of bone he was scraping meat off using his teeth. “And you, my dear, are pretty wasted I’m afraid.” he chuckled, avoiding eye contact though.

“Am not!”

Harry raised an eyebrow and whistled toward the pup, throwing some more bones his way. “Let’s agree to disagree.”

“Can we have that toast now?”

Harry gave her a pointed look “No. But what would we be toasting to?”

Y/N shrugged. “I dunno. I’m alive. Feels pretty celebratory.”

Harry gave her a lopsided smile “Well, I’d definitely cheer to that. But maybe not today, you’ve had more than enough.”

Y/N huffed, motorboating her lips like a 5-year-old. “You, sir, are no fun.”

“Oh, I’m fun.”

“But maybe not today- right?” Y/N rolled her eyes.

Harry carefully removed her foot from his lap and placed it back on the log in his stead. “I’ll bring back the stuff from inside so we can bandage you up again. Kinda hard to be fun when you gotta chaperone and nurse someone like a babysitter!”

Y/N bit her lower lip, knowing he was right, she had managed to outdo herself worsening her injury like that. She watched as he put out the fire and went inside to bring the tincture he’d made the previous night, along with his ruined shirt.

He resumed his spot, her foot in his lap, and while he was carefully bandaging her ankle- she was starting to regain feeling in her extremities- his breath caught when he felt her lean in and coil a strand of his hair around her index finger.

Steadying his heart rate, he murmured without ungluing his eyes from her foot he was still tending to “Having fun, there?”

“Mhm. I love your hair.” she uncoiled the strand and watched the curl tighten up “I wanted to do this ever since that day at the lake.” she found herself whispering out loud. Y/N was registering she was being pretty unfiltered, but it all felt harmless to her. After all, it was the truth.

Harry glanced at her, taking in her lustful gaze. He already knew how she was feeling without her having to say much. He could hear her heartbeat pick up every time he came near her, could smell her arousal, could feel her body temperature increasing from where he was standing. And when he’d handfed her, and she’d sucked on his fingers for a bit, he could smell her arousal gushing in particular. She’d wet her panties, and ever since, it was all he could think about. The scent was driving him feral. But with the way she was actually wording her attraction to him- he had to be careful. He knew this was the alcohol speaking- even if she was telling the truth, which she was, she probably wouldn’t have been so blunt sober. And he didn’t want to take advantage of her vulnerable state. It wasn’t right.

None of this was right. What was he doing? He needed to put a halt to this, he was getting ahead of himself and between the two of them, only he knew the full picture. Had she known what he really was, she’d never feel attracted to him.

He couldn’t let this go on any further.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you ever since that day back at the lake too.”

“Oh?”

There it was again. Her heart rate picking up. He felt his own heart squeeze as he forced himself to stay on track “But now, things are different. I saved your life like you put it last night- I didn’t have to, but I did. So instead of just asking you to drop this silly investigation, I’m now telling you. You owe me.”

Y/N’s smile slowly faded from her face. This was what he wanted to tell her? Had she misread everything? He’d been so nice and caring. Was this all an act to get her to drop the investigation?

He was right about one thing though… she did owe him. She owed him her life. Without him, she’d not be standing there.

She lowered her gaze to her lap, fighting off her sudden urge to cry. Alcohol had always made her unnecessarily emotional. She was disappointed that all this man wanted from her was for her to drop her investigation on the cabin. She was already going to do that… without him having to ask. But she’d still have wanted him to tell her all about it. She’d just keep it to herself. As a favor. Because she felt indebted to him; because she wanted to help him out.

But this… this had hit her like a bucket of cold water.

“We should get going. We have a long trek ahead of us.”

Y/N cleared her throat. “Yeah… Okay.”

“I’ll help you back inside. We’ll need to put your pants on before heading out.”

“Sure we do. God forbid anyone else was naked more than you,” she muttered under her breath as he cleaned up the scraps from their meal.

After a small back and forth about allowing Harry to help her he finally gave in and closed the bedroom door to give her privacy. She knew she could do it by herself anyway. She didn’t need his help.

Her pants were folded at the end of the bed where Harry had left them the night before. Her first task was to remove her panties she’d been wearing for far too long. She didn’t normally go commando but these panties needed to go. She let them drop to the floor and with her pants in hand, she struggled to get them up easily, wiggling on the bed and trying to keep her ankle level. She eventually pulled them over her hips and laid flat on the bed to zip and button them.

She was stubborn for sure. Pulling her pants up took longer than she’d anticipated. She actually could have used his help but she wouldn’t admit it when she kept hearing his words play in her head on repeat “So instead of just asking you to drop this silly investigation, I’m now telling you”.

With her backpack in hand, she limped to the door and found Harry leaning on the wall right next to the bedroom. Had he been listening to her struggling to pull her pants up?

“Done,” she said as she pulled her backpack over her shoulders and looked toward the door instead of up at the man.

“Alright. Let’s get going. And I’m going to carry you. Okay?”

Y/N scrunched her brows in confusion but before she could say anything he was lifting her up and holding her body close to his. She was too tired to protest. Even in her state, she knew the walk would take hours- and he was going to carry her?

His solid chest was warm and his arms were so strong around her that she felt dizzy. Being so close to him made her temperature rise. She leaned her head onto his chest as he began the descent. And it was wild to her, still, that he did it all while wearing his heeled boots. But his movements were calculated and the strength he had in his body was keeping them both stable.

Harry could feel her heart beating in her chest with the way he held her. He huffed as he continued his trek but his own pheromones were secreting. He loved having her in his arms and so close to him. He could be happy just nuzzling into her right there in the woods. Laying her down on the floor of the forest and wrapping her up with his body.

He swallowed and picked up the pace. He needed to bring her down safely and without losing his mind over her smell. Over her warm body in his arms.

At an opening in the trees, the sun hit them and Harry decided to take a look at Y/N. He could only see the top of her head as she had her cheek against his chest. But then he wondered if she could hear his heart pounding in his chest. Maybe she’d just assume it was from the exertion. He squeezed his arms around her and Y/N tilted her head back to look up at him.

He hadn’t expected her to look up at him. Her soft smile and droopy eyes were adorable. She looked as if she would fall asleep, which would have benefited them both if she did.

Harry looked down at her lips. He could easily just put them both out of their misery and kiss her. He could practically read the thoughts in her head from her scent alone. And the longer he looked at her the stronger the smell was.

“Let’s get you situated on my back. It’ll be faster and you can lean forward on me. It’ll also be better for your ankle. How’s that sound?” He spoke to her softly as he crouched down to gently place her down. He kept a hold on her and turned his back and leaned forward.

“You wanna give me a piggy back ride?” she asked sleepily.

Harry turned to look at her with eyebrows raised and nodded, “Yes, come on.”

Y/N was caught off guard as he reached around and pulled her up easily so that his elbows were jutted out and his forearms were holding her thighs up. Y/N brought her arms around the front of his clavicle and laid her head on his shoulder.

There were a few reasons he did this. The first was because it was far more practical and comfortable for him, but also because he could focus on the task at hand rather than continually peeking down at the pretty girl in his arms which only slowed him down. But there was also her smell. With her body facing up toward his nose the way it had been it was difficult for him to keep his head on straight. At least with her on his back, her scent was behind him.

Except that he hadn’t expected how warm she was in between her legs and that now her smell would be pressed into the back of his shirt. She was also nuzzling his neck now and that put thoughts into his head, thoughts he shouldn't be having about a human. He grunted as he began to pick up his pace and head down toward her car.

But soon he could tell she’d fallen asleep. It was a good opportunity for him to get through the woods and to her car quickly without her questioning the inhuman speed at which he could travel. So that’s just what he did.

When he finally made it to her car he was glad to see a bench at the trailhead.

“Hey… time to wake up,” he shook himself up and down to wake her up.

Y/N opened her eyes and was surprised that they were already at the trailhead where her car was parked. Had she been sleeping for hours? She supposed that was possible. She was in no state to question it.

Sitting her down on the bench he helped her remove her backpack, “Where are your keys?”

She went through the inside pocket and fished the keys out, handing them to Harry and stood in watch as he opened the back door, tossing her backpack inside, and then opened the front passenger door holding her steady as she got in.

Y/N watched Harry adjust the seat and the mirrors, taking in his very obvious disdain for her car. No doubt he was used to luxury cars, by the looks of what he liked to wear alone. Hers was old and it showed its age, but it got the job done. She wouldn’t even use it if she didn’t need it to come into work. She liked walking places and did so if she could help it.

Harry scrunched his nose at her little trinkets, pulling at her air freshener hanging from the rearview mirror. He disliked it because it covered up her scent. What should’ve been a welcome reprieve was downright annoying in the small space they were confined.

Y/N plugged in her dead phone to the charger she had in her car and put on her address in the GPS for Harry. She didn't expect him to be familiar with her neighborhood. But a bunch of notifications started popping up on her phone, rendering the GPS useless, so Harry just grabbed the phone from the stand on the center console and handed it to her “Don’t need it, anyway.”

…Okay?

She checked some of those notifications and Harry glanced at her doing so while he drove. He noticed she was paying closer attention to some. Were they perhaps from any… men? He groped the steering wheel a little tighter than necessary at that thought.

He hadn’t smelled anyone on her. He’d have been able to tell… Wouldn’t he?

Eventually, she let her phone fall into her lap and looked out the window, instead. He was driving them the right way. Was there anything this man wasn’t good at? She liked the way he drove her car, too. For some reason, she’d expected him to be rough around the edges driving a stick, no doubt he was used to automatics. But it was all smooth. Seamless. He shifted gears right when she would’ve. She was very particular about over-revving.

Realizing they’d been riding in silence for a long while, she eventually spoke up, her voice small as she looked out the window, “You know, I would’ve done it anyway. What you asked me to. Or rather- told me I had to do… I still don’t know the full story with the cabin, but I’ve seen enough to know that it being there doesn’t hurt anybody. And I don’t want you getting into trouble. I was gonna drop it anyway- to help you out. Like you helped me. Because I wanted to… “

Harry kept his eyes on the road. He never feared her telling anyone about the cabin, in truth. He’d have dealt with the consequences of her doing so easily. What was meant to put distance between them, was starting to eat at him, seeing her so hurt over it.

“Okay. Alright then.” his voice resolute. She was looking out the window still, her small frame turned away from him, and he just couldn’t bear how coldly she was treating him. It was what he’d wanted, but instead of patting himself on the back for a job well done at pushing her away, he was mentally kicking himself. He cleared his throat, “So, don’t you think you should see a doctor for the ankle? Make sure you didn’t tear any ligaments, especially with that second fall this morning?”

“No. I’m sure it’s fine.”

Harry pinched his lower lip while he drove with his one hand, “What if it isn’t though? How will you get back to work? Your job is physically demanding.”

“Don’t worry about me, Harry,” she muttered.

He furrowed his brows, “Well, I do worry.”

“Why? What’s it to you? Like you even care,” she snapped back, glaring at him.

“I do care. Had I not, you’d be lying dead in the forest. And I wouldn’t have had to tell you not to tell anyone about the cabin, would I? The whole thing would’ve solved itself.”

Y/N had no retort to that. He was right. He could’ve just left her for dead in the first place and the whole issue would’ve been taken care of.

“Do the x-ray.”

She sighed in defeat, “Alright. I will.”

“I can drive you tomorrow. Do you have a good orthopedician? I can take you to see mine.”

“I… I don’t. I wouldn’t want to impose–”

“I offered. Because I want to.”

“... Alright. Thank you.”

Y/N pointed to where he could park, and then Harry helped her out of the car and kept her steady to the front door of her apartment.

Y/N didn’t want him to go. She wasn’t quite ready for that. So she thought of something quickly as she unlocked her door, “Uh, would you come in for a bit? Help me with my bandage before you leave? I desperately need a shower, and I don’t wanna get it wet…”

Harry kind of had a feeling she was going to ask him inside. He was secretly pleased that she was inviting him in, even though he knew he shouldn’t take up her offer. He nodded and followed her inside.

Her apartment was rather small. It was tidy and there were a few plants and a nice rug that covered her floor. The couch looked old but in good condition. Beyond the living area, he could see an open-space kitchen that was tiny and bare-bones. No dishwasher even. But it was clean. And then the hallway where there were three doors.

Harry looked at Y/N as she put her backpack down and gestured toward the couch, “You can sit if you want. I’ll be quick, I promise.”

Harry nodded “You should take a bath instead of showering so you don’t slip and fall. Don’t submerge your bad foot in hot water though.”

Y/N mirrored him, nodding, and limped her way toward the bathroom. Soon, Harry could hear her in the tub with the water moving as she cleaned herself and he tried to push down the thought of what that would look like, though that was impossible. He’d already imagined it, having seen her in the water that day at the lake.

To distract himself, he got up from the couch and nosed around a little. Looking through her kitchen cupboard and then going through her fridge, he found her selection of food to be disappointing. What was she living off of? There was nothing of sustenance- greeny leafs were fit for rabbits, not grown women, surely. That being said, she seemed well fed. Much to his preference, she had a bit of meat on her bones, enough to dig his fingers into– Harry closed the fridge door abruptly, effectively putting an end to that train of thought.

He crept down the hallway silently and opened the first door across from the bathroom. It was her bedroom. He could smell it before he even opened the door. Her blankets and pillows were covered in her delicious scent. Harry closed his eyes, grounding himself, and flicked a lamp on. Her bed was far too small for him. Just an observation. Her nightstands were decluttered, save for a couple of books. So he’d pegged her correctly for a reader. Her dresser had some knickknacks atop- what appeared to be a family photo with her pretty face at the center wearing what looked like a military uniform. Interesting. He didn’t know that she’d been in the military at all. He was impressed. She was probably tougher than he’d originally given her credit for. She could probably take care of herself when it came to humankind. For some reason that had him feeling proud.

Looking at her wall above the dresser there were two certificates. One was for ranger hand-to-hand combat and the other was a basic training certificate. Putting aside the imagery of her challenging him to some hand-in-hand combat, he leaned in and noticed the print on the certificates had her first, middle, and last name. He didn’t know her last name until then. For some unknown reason, he promptly imagined her using his last name. He liked how it sounded, had a nice ring to it.

Harry stepped back, grimacing at himself for entertaining these kinds of thoughts. That was such a human concept, he was appalled his mind had conjured it up. His kind didn’t claim each other using last names. No. They marked their mate, claiming them as theirs for the whole pack to see. It was much more primal and if you asked him, more poetic even.

When he heard her getting out of the tub, Harry didn’t even consider leaving her bedroom. After all, it was more than fair with all the snooping she’d done in his cabin when he wasn’t even there and she hadn’t been invited inside.

Y/N was surprised to find him in there. She’d come out of the bath, wearing just her robe, and meant to go change into her lounge clothes from her bedroom before she could go back into the living room and bring him the first aid kit she retrieved from the bathroom cabinet.

“Oh. You’re… in here,” She didn’t miss the way his eyes widened ever so slightly at the view of her thigh and the low cut of the robe. “Well. I guess it makes sense to wrap it before I put on any bottoms,” she handed him the kit and he took it, sitting on the edge of her bed and gesturing for her to follow suit.

Harry felt as though he’d willingly walked into a trap. Here he was, surrounded in everything her, and it felt suffocating, but in the best way. He was caught up in this gooey, overwhelming quicksand, and the more he fought it, the more he was sinking himself deeper and deeper into the spell she’d seemingly put on him.

He could tell her tipsiness had worn off. She was back to being apprehensive around him. And he knew he’d hurt her with the way he’d made it clear she was indebted to him now. He’d been deliberately harsh and maybe even a bit mean, as to get his point across and put as much distance between them as possible.

But all he managed to do was hurt her because he sure as hell couldn’t feel any distance had been created. Even upset, she was still drawn to him, he could feel it. And the more he fought his own feelings, the harder he found himself battling them. He could only assume she was fighting the same battle.

Harry opened the kit up and removed a bandage along with a tube of cream for the swelling, “Put your leg up here,” he patted his lap, encouraging her to mimic her earlier, bolder move, back at the cabin.

Her robe opened up just the smallest bit in doing so. Though her potent smell was mostly washed away from the soap and the water, Harry could still sense her excitement. He took her leg in his palm, grasping just above her ankle, and got to work. He was quick and gentle. Though he tried to drag it out a little. He liked how her skin felt under his hand. Smooth and soft. He found himself very gently squeezing at her just as he finished wrapping her ankle.

“There you are. How’s that feel?” he looked up into her eyes and swallowed. Her smell was slowly getting stronger again. But this time it wasn’t just the pheromones from her excitement. He gulped when he realized she was actually secreting just the tiniest bit between her legs and thought to himself briefly that if he touched her she’d probably be a little bit slippery.

“It’s great. Thank you, Harry,” she kept her eyes on his as she spoke his name, her voice coming out a bit breathy. Her heart was pounding in her chest again. His hand was still on her leg and she had the feeling he didn’t want to stop there. Y/N didn’t know what possessed her, but she found herself prodding further, “Would you mind helping me dress as well? Now that the scotch has worn off, it’s really painful again… I don’t know that I could manage on my own.” That was partly true, but probably a lie. She’d managed the tub all on her own, she could grit her teeth through pulling pants on, surely. But she wanted his hands on her skin some more. The way he was pressing the pads of his fingers ever so slightly into her flesh was addictive.

Harry huffed a small breath from his nose and fluttered his eyes at her boldness. The fact that she was reassuring him she wasn’t intoxicated anymore made it ten times worse. He could shrug off her flirting from earlier in the day as being just that- harmless, tipsy flirting. But this was something else entirely. She wanted him, and she was trying to keep her composure, he could tell- but failing. Much like himself. He could feel himself lose control over the smell of the wetness that was beginning to increase between her legs. He could taste it.

Harry stammered for a beat, his mouth opening and closing a few times before raising an eyebrow at her “Look, I don’t want you to feel like I’m taking advantage here…”

She blushed furiously but kept her eyes on his, “It’s nothing you haven’t already seen before… Right?”

Harry was at a loss for words. She pointed toward her dresser and he got up, removing her foot from his lap gently, and walked over there to look through her drawers. She didn’t give him further instructions, so he opened up the first drawer at the top and promptly closed it as he was met with the last thing he wanted to see at that very moment- a wide selection of lingerie.

Not just any lingerie, either. Lace bits, delicate fabrics, all kinds of enticing, rich colors. Definitely, nothing that he’d ever seen her in. Her ranger uniform and the undergarments she wore at work were monotone if not a bit boring.

Harry had always had a knack for fabrics, garments in general, relishing in the luxurious feel of rich, expensive materials against his skin. It was such a heady juxtaposition to his baser form.

But this… this had taken him by surprise. He’d only gotten a peak in before he swiftly closed the drawer- he couldn’t handle seeing that in the state he was in. Walking over to the dresser made him acknowledge just how turned on he was, his cock making it difficult not to walk funny with how desperately it was straining against his skinny jeans.

Harry’s own heart was racing. He knew it matched her heart’s cadence. He just needed to keep his cock in line. Otherwise, he couldn’t be responsible for what he’d do.

He finally returned with an oversized t-shirt and a pair of loose shorts, and this time crouched in front of her. He brought the shorts underneath the soles of her feet that were dangling just inches from the floor and slowly started dragging them up her shapely legs, his hands going underneath her robe. As her thighs widened, the space between the fabric and his hands got smaller and smaller until he had no choice but to come in contact with her skin. He was getting closer and closer to her crotch, and he knew her robe would part eventually. Gathering all the willpower left in his body, he unglued his eyes from her legs and looked up into hers.

Her eyes were heavy with lust, and somehow, seeing her in this state was even harder than getting a glimpse of her soaked, naked pussy underneath that flimsy robe. He slowly stood up, bringing the material further and further. Her nipples were all perked up, as she pushed her body off the mattress using her hands, much like the previous night when he’d undressed her, allowing him to drag her shorts over the curve of her ass. His fingers felt like they were on fire as he dragged them up and up till he reached her waist and her shorts were in place. He sank his fingers into her flesh and willed his eyes back from her cleavage up to her pretty face once more. She had her eyes closed, her head tilted back slightly, exposing her neck to him again.

Harry had never experienced anything as deeply erotic as this in his entire life. He was on fire. Every inch of him was pleading with himself to bend in and bite her, mark her as his, brand her with his love.

She fluttered her eyes open, panting heavily in anticipation. She couldn’t believe what was happening but she was burning with desire. Nobody had ever touched her like that. He was dressing her- and it felt dirtier than anything anyone had ever done to her before. It wasn’t what he was doing, but how he was doing it. It was the way he was touching her, the way he was looking at her. His eyes were so intense, she’d never had anyone look at her with so much desire.

“God, Harry. Your eyes… they shine so bright. Almost golden…”

And just like that, Harry snapped himself out of it. He removed his hands from around her, pulling away as if electrocuted.

His eyes were getting brighter. And she could see it. His wolf was coming out to play, he couldn’t deny his instincts around her. And he couldn’t risk that. He couldn’t risk her seeing him like that.

He walked back, panting heavily until his back was met with a piece of furniture, effectively knocking off some of her little trinkets. He watched her confused expression, but couldn’t dwell on the pang of guilt he felt in his chest when he took in how she was pleading with her eyes for him not to pull away. He had to. She could never understand.

Clearing his throat, he ran a shaky hand through his hair, “I, uh… I trust you can manage the rest. I’ll see myself out.”

And just like that, before Y/N could even process what had happened, she heard the front door shut in his wake.

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She gave Harry a pointed look, just when he was about to take the piece of meat to his own mouth. After all, the alpha was the one to have the first bite, always. He stopped midway and brought it over to the little one instead, who of course nibbled at it a bit too enthusiastically, making Harry pull his hand back before he could chew on his own flesh next.

“See? Awwww. He was hungry.”

Harry pulled another piece off the bone and then stopped in his tracks again when Y/N opened up her mouth at him, sticking out her tongue slightly and closing her eyes.

Harry felt sweat begin to form at his temples, and it wasn’t due to his proximity to the fire. That sight awakened the beast in him in more ways than one.

He swallowed audibly and took the piece of meat to her mouth, and she caught it between her teeth, pulling it away from his hand. He watched her chew intently and then her eyes open and eyebrows shoot up “Oh, wow! This is good! Maybe a bit more salt?”

“Uhm– Yeah. I, uh, ran out of salt.”

“Bummer. It’s good, though. Can I have some more, please?”

He watched as if in trance as she chewed and licked her lips at the end and then they were both snapped out of it when a sharp bark pierced the silence.

Harry grunted and stuffed the whole rest of it in the pup’s mouth, bones and all, and returned to the fire, lest everything else turned to char.

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Chapter 3 (word count: 6.6k)

The scent of a familiar human female drifted through the air as Harry neared his cabin. He slowed his stride and honed in on the direction of his dwelling with a sniff. He wouldn’t forget the smell of her. Ever since the day at the lake when he got out and picked up her hat from her pile of clothes and her panties were there lying on top making his mouth water, her unique smell stuck with him.

This time he was sure he wasn’t imagining it. Enough days had gone by for her scent to have dissipated. Last time there had been a possibility that the smell of her had lingered on the young one’s fur - he’d seen her snuggle him to her chest when he was hiding behind the door at the station and she almost walked in on him stealing the pup away - but this time there was no way he could still be smelling her anymore… unless she was there.

Slowing down, and hiding behind a denser part of the forest to the cabin’s side he perked his ears up and listened intently.

She was going through his things.

She wouldn’t be finding anything, anyway. So he decided to play her little game. Wait and see what she was plotting further when her plans to find out more about him would inevitably fail.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t thrilled by the prospect of seeing her again. He’d refrained from following her all these days since their last encounter down by the lake. He knew better than to give in to his instincts when it came to her.

She was human.

She was a ranger.

But she was also… irresistible to him.

He’d been surprised at how often she popped into his mind. He’d seen plenty of human females before, but absolutely none caught his attention until then. After all, how could they ever? Their species just weren’t compatible like that. He was naturally attracted to a lot of things that women just didn’t possess.

But then - why was it that whenever he would pick up on her accelerated heart rate he relished in it? Especially when it was coupled with her bravery. Knowing exactly how scared she was underneath that facade was incredibly attractive to him. He was sure that, to the human eye, her fear she hid so well would never show.

He’d deliberately gotten under her skin a bit at the lake, just to see if what he’d felt that first encounter during the full moon had been real. He was sure to scare her, lurking in the water like that - and sure enough, he had, he could sense her heart rate pick up. He could hear her blood run fast through her veins. But still, he would’ve never been able to tell, simply by just looking at her, that he was having this effect on her.

Not to mention other effects. To his delight and surprise, he was arousing her. He could smell it, even with the lake water washing it off her, the smell potent and mouth-watering to him. Even in her state of distress, she was still attracted to him. What did that mean? Did she like a bit of danger in a man? Was she into bad boys? Was she into rough–

Harry shook his head, inhaling deeply, trying to collect himself. But all it did was remind him of her proximity. Her scent was so alluring. She wasn’t aroused but even so, there was just something about her fragrance that enthralled him.

He’d not had that happen with anyone of his kind. Much less any human. He’d never met someone that he felt he could just get lost in scenting all day long.

He just wanted to lay her down and bury his nose in her neck. And his tongue–

Harry rested his forehead against a tree trunk. What was he going to do about all of what he was feeling? It wasn’t natural. He felt perverse lusting after a human like that.

Thankfully, she was gonna put an end to his misery and hopefully get lost soon, he could hear her footsteps approaching the entrance to the cabin, even from a considerable distance. He peered through the greenery, making sure she wouldn’t be able to spot him, and was thankful for yet another way in which they were different - she wouldn’t be able to sense his own heart pounding against his ribcage. He could hide all the ways his body was responding to her perfectly, something he wouldn’t be able to do with a mate.

–Not that he was comparing her to a possible mate.

His eyes zeroed in on her lite frame, and he was once again reminded of how small and fragile she appeared to be in the water when he purposely towered over her, trying to intimidate her. But she stood her ground. Nobody had ever looked him square in the eye like that, seemingly unwaveringly. Granted, she didn’t know who it was that she was defying like that. Everyone from his pack knew better than to dare provoke him. The females would cower with a whimper. And the males would retreat, tail or no apparent tail between their legs.

Their difference in size should’ve put him off. He was instinctively drawn to females that were similar in build to him. An alpha, just like him, the biggest and strongest of her kind. But the ranger was petite by comparison. She was of average human height for a woman, to be sure. But compared to his kind, she was even smaller than a beta.

He watched her look around on high alert, and sure enough, she was as careful as ever. Well, as careful as was humanly possible. She made sure not to leave any tracks and then appeared to be leaving- only she wasn’t planning on leaving at all.

Furrowing his brows, he watched with a bit of delight as she searched around the exterior of the house and stuck herself in between the large pine and the bushes to hide, which granted her a good view of the cabin’s entryway.

She was going to wait for him to show up.

So she wanted to play, did she? He’d play.

A quick scan, well - a different kind of scan of her head to toe assured him she wasn’t armed. She was probably carrying that measly butter knife she called a weapon. He could use that to scratch his back in his shapeshifted form.

Wiping the grin from his face he resumed his walk back to the cabin and the closer he got he could hear her heart pounding. She was nervous. As she should be.

Y/N’s eyes widened as she saw the man approach. She had somehow dodged the bullet yet again. She’d just been inside, conducting a thorough investigation of his belongings and she wouldn’t have wanted him happening upon her while she did so.

Her investigation had proved fruitless, however.

She’d used up her day off- once again- to try and gather as much information as she could on this man and try and figure out what he was up to. Why did he have a cabin in the deepest part of the forest, making it virtually inhabitable and incredibly difficult to get to by foot? Was he a fugitive? Was he an outlaw?

She needed to know. Because she couldn’t keep it a secret much longer. This was illegal, and she had to bring it to her colleagues’ attention soon- otherwise she could get in big trouble for keeping quiet about her discovery. She could even become an accomplice to whatever this man was up to by keeping her silence about it.

But she was well aware that if she was to bring this to light, she would also have to disclose all the instances she’d broken protocol to get there. Starting from how she’d gone after the pup that full moon when she was suspecting poachers without calling in for backup and ending with using her rifle while off duty when she made the first trek there (she didn’t risk it the second time around, though) and discovered the cabin. And everything in between. It was guaranteed to have her fired, and she would probably even have her badge suspended.

She needed to figure out if this was worth giving up her job as a ranger for. She was fairly certain she wouldn’t land a job as good as this one for a long while with all the things that were sure to go into her report. But if the man really was dangerous, and if she found out he was conducting any kind of illegalities (aside from building property on government land, that is), she was willing to take the risk. She was a sworn officer, and to her, the law was above all else. Yes, she’d broken protocol on several accounts but she’d done it with good intentions. She wasn’t expecting anyone to see it her way, though.

She’d been very thorough going through the man’s belongings in the cabin. But there wasn’t much there to look at. She’d taken note of how scarcely it was furnished the first time (well, considering she had yet to figure out how exactly he’d brought all the furniture into the middle of the forest on foot- she was surprised he had any that couldn’t just be built from scratch on the spot- like the couch and the kingsize mattress he had on that huge bed), but she hadn’t gone through his stuff quite as thoroughly back then.

She’d left no stone unturned this time around and she had found absolutely nothing to his name. She was hoping for some sort of ID, some receipts at the very least, anything to give her some info on him. But he had absolutely nothing of the sort inside the cabin. Aside from his books (that she went through- and couldn’t even find footnotes), his spirits, and his clothes, there was nothing to indicate the cabin was even lived in.

After petting the pup for a while, she gave up and admitted defeat. She had to get back on track, it was a long way back awaiting her and she had to make use of sunlight.

But then, she thought she’d wait and see if he’d show up. Maybe that’d give her some sort of clue. Otherwise, unless he chose to stalk her again like he did showing up at the lake all those days ago, it was a dead end.

She chose a spot that she felt was well hidden and decided to wait it out and see if he’d show. It was her only chance at finding out something- anything- at this point.

While she stood there waiting, she allowed her mind to go back to the lake. Visions of him emerging from the water were plaguing her dreams. She couldn’t erase them from her memory. None of it. Starting with his eyes that were the color of clear water reflecting the deep forest pines… The way they pierced right through her, she felt as though he could read her mind as if she couldn’t keep anything secret from him no matter how hard she tried. Then his nose, and how his nostrils flared with each pant, and how she thought she’d never seen a nose she found attractive before. It was so masculine and perfectly proportioned to his face. Then probably her favorite thing about him- that large mouth with pink, luscious lips. The perfect shape and size. The square of his sharp jawline. The long hair, slicked back and wet, and that stray curl that hung over his face. She wanted to coil it around her finger and bring its curl back into shape. His shoulders- his frame was massive compared to hers. He wasn’t bulky, but he was definitely well built, his muscles well defined- but not for the sake of showing off. It looked as though he really used his body’s strength. The tattoos, she was incredibly intrigued by them. She’d seen a few that first night, especially the ones on his hands with his sleeves rolled back to his elbows, but the ones on his torso were quite a sight. Unexpected, too, for a man as intimidating as him, to choose swallows and a butterfly, especially considering their size and placement.

And then he’d gone out of the water and well- maybe his mouth wasn’t her favorite thing about him after all. She felt bad for not giving his large back and shapely thighs more attention, but his glutes were like something she’d only seen on greek statues in museums before.

And then he turned around and suddenly, the comparison to any greek statue was nonexistent.

It was safe to say she’d never seen anyone as big as he was. Not even erect. And he wasn’t erect, her hat stood testament to that.

She could never erase that from her mind. It made her clench around nothing just remembering it. Of course, a man like him would be well-endowed. They didn’t call it big dick energy for nothing, and he exuded it in spades. But this… this was next level. She needed his name if only to call the Guinness Book of World Records to come see for themselves.

She wondered if it would be painful–

Her thoughts were brutally interrupted by the owner of said world record himself. Wearing clothes- sadly- but still clad in his ridiculous getup. How the hell did he make the trek in those heeled chelsea boots she’d never understand. She barely made it in her Doc Martens. No backpack. No water. No nothing.

Was there a secret passageway through somewhere? Something definitely wasn’t adding up.

And now here she was watching him slowly make his way back to his cabin. She’d wait a bit and watch him from her hiding spot. Surely he wouldn’t see her hidden. She hoped.

As Harry got closer he decided how he was going to mess with her. If she wanted to do this she was going to learn who she was playing with. He would have some fun.

Instead of immediately going inside, Harry decided to walk around near to where she was hiding, just to really get her going. Just as he hoped, her heart rate increased wildly when he was only feet from her. He put on a show of moaning and stretching his arms overhead to display his large stature, the bottom hem of his shirt rising to reveal the laurel tattoos at his hips. He inhaled deeply and sighed. But his deep inhale drew in her scent, making his olfactory senses go wild. She had been sweating just a bit. He closed his eyes for a moment as her fragrance traveled through his nasal cavity and up toward the roof of his mouth, tasting the acrid perspiration on his tongue. He leaned down slowly to pick up a bucket of rainwater next to the bush to bring with him inside, a sort of cover for the show he’d just put on. He walked toward the front to enter his cabin and could tell right away that she’d calmed significantly once he stepped away.

She watched him get inside and then wondered how long it’d be before something relevant would happen. Would he leave again? Would she even be able to see anything through his windows if he lit up candles? But then again- she couldn’t let it get dark at all, otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to make the journey back to her car.

Harry walked inside and looked at her through his laced sheer curtains. He could see her since he knew where to look- but he knew she couldn’t see him. He crossed his arms over his chest and waited to see what she’d do.

“What? Don’t look at me like that. You know she’s out there.”

The pup stared at Harry with a look that felt accusatory. But he could judge all he wanted. Harry didn’t need to explain himself to anyone.

Y/N waited and waited, but she thought the man must’ve gone to bed. After all, what else would he do in there? Or read one of his books- but it was getting dark and he hadn’t lit any of his candles, so that couldn’t be the case.

She had no choice but to get going. She couldn’t risk making the trek back in the dark, without her rifle. She would probably make it just in time to the marked trails when the sun set completely, but with how dense the forest was so deep in, it was already getting difficult to navigate.

Harry saw her leave and couldn’t help but feel disappointed. He knew she was probably leaving because it was getting dark, and she was wise to do so, but part of him had really wanted to have her in his proximity some more. Hear more of that smart mouth of hers.

But Harry wasn’t planning on spending the night at the cabin. He very seldom did. He came to check on the little one and bring him some food and water and then he’d be off to his pack, where he was needed. He made sure he got his scent all around the cabin every couple of days to deter any unwanted visitors (of the inhuman kind).

He bid his farewell after doing all he’d set out to do at the cabin and left. Just before he could truly enter the forest his nose picked up a scent it very seldom did. Wolves knew better than to come anywhere near his cabin. They weren’t near- but as close as they’d gotten in ages, definitely.

And there were a few- if Harry had to guess, he’d estimate 2 or 3. Which only meant that they were hunting. And his own nose couldn’t pick up anything substantial in their vicinity except for the one scent his nostrils were still overwhelmed by- the ranger’s.

Y/N was cursing her decision to linger at the cabin for longer than she’d intended. It wasn’t even close to sunset yet, but the forest was so dark already. She just had to get back on the marked trails and she’d be alright, but these places were dangerous for a reason.

Animals that kept their distance during the day were becoming active. She certainly needed that rifle now more than ever. She cursed at herself for being so dumb. She’d set out to come gather info in a more organized fashion and somehow it ended up even more reckless than the first time around.

She kept hearing noises and twigs snapping behind her, making her feel like she was being followed.

Was the man following her? No. Impossible. He had no idea she’d been there, and she’d waited a good 15 minutes before leaving. Had he known she was there he’d have confronted her. Had he found something amiss in his cabin he’d have gone out to try and find whoever had tempered with his belongings. But she knew she’d left everything intact.

She was just being paranoid.

But she couldn’t shake off the feeling. She could’ve sworn she heard huffing behind her. She kept looking back but she had to keep her eye on the GPS. She couldn’t afford to deviate off course at all.

Another quick glance back and her blood froze. She saw a pair of eyes glistening in the dark and she knew she was in big trouble.

She slowed down a bit and turned again, and this time she could see not one but two pairs of glistening eyes. The shape and hue could only belong to wolves.

They were way closer than when she’d previously spotted the first pair. They were gaining up on her.

She tried not to panic, and slowly turned her body to face them while keeping on moving backward, just the way she’d been taught so many times during her training for this position. Just the way she’d prepared for even way before that- ever since she’d first gone trekking with her father in the mountains. Walking backward was tricky but she knew better than to turn her back on a wolf in the wild. Much less two of them. She had to spot a tree and climb up as quickly as possible. The wolves wouldn’t be able to scale the tree.

Running was futile. They were much faster than she could possibly be. And she still had a good few hours til she got to her car. There was no way she could outrun them for that long. She had no choice. She could only walk backward till she could spot a good tree to escalate and then wait it out. They’d hopefully tire of waiting for her to come down eventually-most probably by sun up they’d leave her be.

Her mind was running a mile an hour, while she carefully walked backward. She could see them clearly now, they weren’t trying to hide from her at all anymore, but she was confusing them with her strange behavior. Enough to deter them from pouncing on her right away. But the trick wouldn’t last much longer. She needed to find that tree, fast.

She finally spotted something that looked like she could climb it. She couldn’t risk and just try and climb any old tree- if she failed they’d tear her limb for limb immediately.

She started redirecting towards it and the wolves followed. She couldn’t even reach for the army knife she had stuffed inside her boot. Crouching was gonna get her killed.

But when she heard a twig snap from the direction in which she was headed she flinched, slowing down even further. A quick glance revealed yet another wolf, and it was standing right next to the tree she’d chosen to climb.

This was it.

She wasn’t going to make it.

She wasn’t able to coordinate her feet well enough anymore and she tripped backward on her next step.

She had the presence of mind to immediately go for her knife, but a loud growl made her drop it and cower away, facing the ground and trying to protect herself from the imminent attack.

But the attack never came.

The next thing she heard was whimpering and yapping and she quickly felt the ground for the knife she’d dropped. Finding it, she chanced a look over her shoulder and screamed when she was met with another pair of eyes, very similar to the ones before. But the longer she stared into them, the more she recognized they were not wolf eyes.

“It’s alright. You’re alright.” the man knelt next to her and put his hand on her shoulder to which she screamed again, flinching away. “You’re in shock. Try and calm down. You’re safe now.”

She was shaking violently; tears fell down her cheeks without her even realizing. Her trembling hands hugged around her torso and the man gently took the knife out of her hand and folded it, showing it to her before dropping it in her coat pocket.

She didn’t even register what he was doing. She barely even recognized that it was him.

He reached over to her backpack and took her water bottle out, uncapping it and holding it out for her. She grabbed it and gulped down most of it, in an effort to calm her senses.

“That’s it. You’re alright. Breathe.”

She panted heavily and tried to focus on inhaling deep breaths through her nose, and squinted her eyes, pushing more tears down her face. She pressed the heels of her palms into her eye sockets trying to get a grip.

“You’re in shock. Give yourself a moment to process it.” the man admonished “You were just about to be shredded to pieces!”

She hiccuped a sob and allowed herself to cry some more. He was right. She’d been so close. It was a miracle she was alive.

Harry looked at her and fought every instinct he had to grab her into his arms and soothe her. He’d just startle her. She feared him, maybe even more than she feared those beasts earlier.

Little did she know he was the ultimate big, bad wolf.

He was far more dangerous than those 3 from earlier. They’d been too distracted salivating over their prey to smell him, but all he had to do was snarl at them once and they skedaddled like the mutts they were.

She tried getting up but cried out, falling back onto her sore butt with a loud thud.

“What’s the matter? Are you hurt?” his brows furrowed even deeper. He thought he’d spared her any harm, but her cry of distress had pierced right through his heart. He never wanted to hear that sound again.

“I’m not sure” she shook her head. “Help me up?”

He stood, reaching out his hand for her and when she tried propping herself up she felt it again. That stabbing pain shooting right through her foot, all the way up her leg “Ow!”

Harry winced and sparing not a moment longer, he bent and grabbed her into his arms, lifting her off the ground like she weighed nothing- backpack and all.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“You may have fractured your leg.”

“It’s probably just a sprained ankle… put me down–”

“Even so, you shouldn’t put weight on it. Let me carry you. Please.”

She looked into his eyes, he was closer than he’d ever been, even in the lake towering over her. She was a breath away from his face, he was holding her unnecessarily high, but he looked unphased.

… Did he just say please? She was probably high from the adrenaline rush.

“I parked at the southeast entrance…”

“You can’t drive with a bad foot. I’m taking you back to my cabin. It’s closer, and you’re already familiar with it.” he raised an eyebrow at her and then the other when she opened up her mouth to argue. Truth was, she had no fight left in her.

She let him carry her in his arms all the way back to his cabin. She was willing her heart rate to stabilize, though she wasn’t sure anymore if it was pounding that strongly against her ribcage because of her near-death experience or because of how it felt to be held in his arms like that. She felt silly even comparing the two alternatives, just she was being honest with herself- it was affecting her a lot, his proximity, his gentleness, and the fact that he didn’t strain at all carrying her all that way. She knew it was a long way to the cabin, she’d actually made some progress on her way back before this whole ordeal happened. But he was walking them fast, much faster than he should’ve been able to in those damn chelsea boots. Not to mention the fact that he knew his way around the growingly dark forest without any need for a GPS or a compass even.

She was mindful not to pull on his hair when she placed her hands around his neck, and she let herself become distracted by the feel of his pulse against her digits. The smell of him- that cologne she’d smelled that full moon at the station that she’d stupidly mistaken for air freshener- mixed with a hint of perspiration, it was making her feel… protected. And she knew it was wild because this man was dangerous, but he’d just saved her life. And she couldn’t help but feel grateful and safe in his arms. She leaned her head against his shoulder and he slowed down a bit, looking at her. She avoided eye contact but could feel his gaze. He eventually picked up his pace again and they were back at the cabin in no time.

Harry kicked the door open and went straight for his bed. He’d imagined throwing her onto his bed and her bouncing off it in a fit of giggles more than once, he could admit. But it wasn’t this bed, instead, it was his much nicer one back home. And she wasn’t injured and shaken, but naked and willing.

He willed those thoughts away, and carefully laid her down. He lit the candle he had on the bedside table and immediately propped a pillow underneath her injured leg. He could tell her right one was the culprit by the way she was afraid to stretch it. She winced even when he very gently held her foot and untied her shoelaces, taking off her boot and then the other.

“It was that damn swiss knife… must’ve fallen on it funny, I had it in my right boot.”

“Why are you even carrying that useless thing around…” he muttered, inspecting her right ankle. It was swollen and he cursed at himself for not having any ice at the cabin. He would have to improvise something.

“I can’t exactly take my rifle with me while I’m off duty…” she trailed off, looking at her ankle and assessing the damage. It was looking bad.

“Why are you venturing out into the woods unarmed, then?”

She raised her gaze to meet his.

“Don’t you realize how dangerous that is? Look what could’ve happened had I not been there to save you!”

“Well– I mean– you weren’t armed either!” she couldn’t exactly ask him what he was doing back into the woods when she knew he’d just gotten back to his cabin, and blow off her cover. He didn’t need to know she’d been there to go through his stuff.

“I know what I’m doing, unlike you, clearly.”

She scoffed, meaning to pull her foot away from his hold but then cried out. She couldn’t contract her muscles at all.

“Stop fidgeting!”

“Stop scolding me!”

Harry exhaled loudly through his nose. This human was wearing his patience thin. His attention went back to her leg and his eyes noticed her leg was scraped underneath her pants.

“We need to take these off. You’re cut.”

Her heart started hammering in her chest again, to Harry’s wicked delight. “Wait– what? Why?”

“You scraped your skin, we need to disinfect it. And you can’t sleep in these anyway. You won’t be able to take them off by yourself. I’ll help you.”

It dawned on Y/N for the first time that evening that she was going to spend the night with this dangerous stranger, in his cabin. Somehow that hadn’t clicked until then.

“Wait– but…”

Harry squeezed his eyes shut and tried to calm himself down. He recognized she must’ve been still shaken up from her attack earlier, but he was growing impatient. She needed to let him help her and stop questioning him. He wasn’t used to this. No one ever challenged his authority like this.

“Okay…” she finally conceded.

He opened his eyes and for the first time since he’d met her, he was met with no resistance when he looked into hers. Finally. Maybe she was tameable after all.

He nudged his head toward her midsection “Lift up your bum, use your hands to push up a bit, and I’ll take them off for you.”

He didn’t miss her blush as she did as instructed. He unbuckled her belt and unzipped her trousers, then hooked his thumbs inside her waistband and dragged the material down and off her shapely legs. While he was careful to pull them carefully off of her injured foot, she pulled her dress shirt as far down as it would go, the hem barely covering the tops of her thighs as she sat on the bed.

But there was no hiding from Harry. He didn’t need to see to know what she was hiding from him. He could smell her perfectly fine from the edge of the bed, and it was making him dizzy. He blinked his eyes and swallowed down the saliva that began to gather on his tongue when her scent permeated the air. She smelled almost edible, though he wasn’t interested in eating a human. But he would be interested in tasting what was underneath her panties…

Her adrenaline rush from before added a very heady note to her scent. That coupled with the sight of her legs in the candlelight was pushing him over the edge.

He needed a minute.

“I’ll… be right back. Stay put.”

He didn’t even wait for her to reply with “Where would I go?” before he was out the front door. He tried inhaling fresh air, but it was useless. It was as if he’d buried his face between her thighs, that’s how strongly he could smell her.

He wasn’t sure how he was going to keep it together. He’d never felt like this. Not even in his rut. He made a mental note not to go anywhere near the bed in his cabin when he was due for his next rut, which was rapidly approaching. He’d never make it through it surrounded by her scent. He couldn’t imagine anything more painful.

After scouring for yarrow to help disinfect and stop the bleeding on her knee, and wild parsley to help the swelling for her ankle, Harry started a small fire under a boiling pot of water with the parsley to make a tincture. And he ground up the yarrow in a mortar, using a pestle, to make a paste. He began to feel a bit better with the distance from the girl. He needed to get his head on straight. He couldn’t be acting like this around a human. He couldn’t be feeling like this about a human.

He came back into the room with everything he’d prepared and found that she’d fallen asleep already. He felt a pang of guilt for waking her up, but he had to tend to the ankle before he could let her sleep.

“What are you doing in here?” the man admonished through his teeth.

Y/N flinched awake, wincing at her involuntary strain of calf muscles, watching Harry shoo the pup out of the room. It’d come in after Harry left and she petted it, as it snuggled next to her in bed. She hadn’t even realized she’d fallen asleep.

“Why are you shooing it away? It was purring while I scratched behind its ear…”

Harry’s brows furrowed even deeper, jealousy hitting him like a freight train. He couldn’t help but imagine himself being the one there next to her, purring while she ran her nimble fingers through his curls, scratching at his scalp soothingly.

“He– he knows he’s not allowed on the bed” he blurted. Truth was, his nephew had no business being in there, especially with Y/N half-naked. And he didn’t want him seeing him act like this around her. He could recognize he wasn’t being himself when it came to her. Nobody had ever seen him blabber like this. It was humiliating how she reduced him to a pathetic puddle of need.

He cleared his throat and got right to it, pulling out one of the fancy Gucci shirts he had hanging in his closet, and tearing the fabric to make a bandage. The tincture had cooled enough for him to soak the cloth in it and squeeze out the excess, then began wrapping it tightly around her ankle. She winced in pain a couple of times, and he cooed soothingly that it’d be over soon.

Watching in shock as he destroyed the shirt to use on her wounds, she kept her thoughts to herself. She didn’t need him knowing that she’d also dug through his closet and saw the high-end labels on nearly everything inside. The shirt he used on her was certainly a lot of money, yet he tore it and dipped it into the tincture as if it was nothing. She never thought she’d see this man do these things. From the way he’d saved her and carried her back to the way he was tending to her injury, he was so gentle and knowledgeable about it- it completely caught her off guard.

Inspecting her ankle she felt like he’d done an excellent job of cleaning and wrapping the wound. It was interesting. He didn’t appear to be a man who would know how to do any of this. The jewelry, the fancy clothes, the stupid chelsea boots he wore in the forest… anyone would take a look at him and assume he was clueless about the wilderness and survival. But he knew to select yarrow for her cuts and wild parsley for the swelling of her ankle, which was something she hadn’t even considered in her state.

She was lost in thought over it when she noticed his gaze had trailed further up her body and she realized that when she’d fallen asleep, her shirt had ridden up, exposing her panties. She ever so slowly grabbed the hem and pulled it back down, and she saw him frown in disapproval, his bottom lip jutting out a bit.

But he resumed his work on her foot, seemingly unaware of how she’d caught him staring.

“All done. You should feel better come morning. Make sure you don’t move it in your sleep, don’t cover it with blankets, let it breathe.”

“Okay”.

Her small voice reminded him of the scene he’d walked in on just earlier, how fragile she looked, asleep, on his bed. He wished she’d let him guard over her- make sure she didn’t move and maybe even change her bandage through the night. But he knew she wouldn’t let him. He’d be pushing it.

“If there’s anything you need… I’ll be right next door. I’ll take the couch.”

“Oh- I could sleep on the couch–”

“Absolutely not. And risk falling over the edge? Your foot would never heal properly.” He stood up and scanned her on the bed, then leaned in and grabbed her from underneath her armpits, scooting her more to the middle of the bed. He readjusted the pillow propping her foot up too, then placed several pillows alongside her body, making sure she wouldn’t turn over in her sleep.

She giggled at how thorough he was being about it. The sound made Harry have to fight very hard not to let a smile slip. It was like music to his ears. “I’ll be fine. Really…. Uhm… Thank you… I don’t even know your name.”

He stared at her for a beat, his hand already on the doorknob. He needed to get away from her. It was getting unbearable.

“It’s Harry.”

“Harry…” she tried it on her tongue. It suited him, she supposed. “I’m Y/N. Thank you, Harry. For everything. After the way I’ve treated you, you had no reason to jump to my rescue. Especially with how much danger you put yourself in while doing so. I might not agree with… this cabin… and the way you choose to go about the law and rules we have… but I don’t think you’re a bad person. I think I misjudged you.”

Harry swallowed thickly. She was half asleep, drowsy, and probably coming down from her adrenaline rush. She’d most likely forget she’d said anything come morning. But in the moment, he believed her. He watched her snuggle her face into his pillow, closing her eyes and he tight-knuckled the doorknob, trying to will himself to leave the room.

He wavered, then blew off the candle with an exaggerated huff and left the room before the smoke even had a chance to clear out.

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I CANT DO WOLFRRY SLOW BURN 😩

Lupus Noctis- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings

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Chapter 3 (word count: 6.6k)

Slowing down, and hiding behind a denser part of the forest to the cabin’s side he perked his ears up and listened intently.

She was going through his things.

She wouldn’t be finding anything, anyway. So he decided to play her little game. Wait and see what she was plotting further when her plans to find out more about him would inevitably fail.

She was human.

She was a ranger.

But she was also… irresistible to him.

He’d not had that happen with anyone of his kind. Much less any human. He’d never met someone that he felt he could just get lost in scenting all day long.

He just wanted to lay her down and bury his nose in her neck. And his tongue–

Harry rested his forehead against a tree trunk. What was he going to do about all of what he was feeling? It wasn’t natural. He felt perverse lusting after a human like that.

–Not that he was comparing her to a possible mate.

She was going to wait for him to show up.

So she wanted to play, did she? He’d play.

Wiping the grin from his face he resumed his walk back to the cabin and the closer he got he could hear her heart pounding. She was nervous. As she should be.

Her investigation had proved fruitless, however.

After petting the pup for a while, she gave up and admitted defeat. She had to get back on track, it was a long way back awaiting her and she had to make use of sunlight.

She chose a spot that she felt was well hidden and decided to wait it out and see if he’d show. It was her only chance at finding out something- anything- at this point.

And then he turned around and suddenly, the comparison to any greek statue was nonexistent.

It was safe to say she’d never seen anyone as big as he was. Not even erect. And he wasn’t erect, her hat stood testament to that.

She wondered if it would be painful–

Was there a secret passageway through somewhere? Something definitely wasn’t adding up.

And now here she was watching him slowly make his way back to his cabin. She’d wait a bit and watch him from her hiding spot. Surely he wouldn’t see her hidden. She hoped.

As Harry got closer he decided how he was going to mess with her. If she wanted to do this she was going to learn who she was playing with. He would have some fun.

“What? Don’t look at me like that. You know she’s out there.”

The pup stared at Harry with a look that felt accusatory. But he could judge all he wanted. Harry didn’t need to explain himself to anyone.

She kept hearing noises and twigs snapping behind her, making her feel like she was being followed.

She was just being paranoid.

Another quick glance back and her blood froze. She saw a pair of eyes glistening in the dark and she knew she was in big trouble.

She slowed down a bit and turned again, and this time she could see not one but two pairs of glistening eyes. The shape and hue could only belong to wolves.

They were way closer than when she’d previously spotted the first pair. They were gaining up on her.

She finally spotted something that looked like she could climb it. She couldn’t risk and just try and climb any old tree- if she failed they’d tear her limb for limb immediately.

She started redirecting towards it and the wolves followed. She couldn’t even reach for the army knife she had stuffed inside her boot. Crouching was gonna get her killed.

This was it.

She wasn’t going to make it.

She wasn’t able to coordinate her feet well enough anymore and she tripped backward on her next step.

She had the presence of mind to immediately go for her knife, but a loud growl made her drop it and cower away, facing the ground and trying to protect herself from the imminent attack.

But the attack never came.

She didn’t even register what he was doing. She barely even recognized that it was him.

He reached over to her backpack and took her water bottle out, uncapping it and holding it out for her. She grabbed it and gulped down most of it, in an effort to calm her senses.

“That’s it. You’re alright. Breathe.”

“You’re in shock. Give yourself a moment to process it.” the man admonished “You were just about to be shredded to pieces!”

She hiccuped a sob and allowed herself to cry some more. He was right. She’d been so close. It was a miracle she was alive.

Harry looked at her and fought every instinct he had to grab her into his arms and soothe her. He’d just startle her. She feared him, maybe even more than she feared those beasts earlier.

Little did she know he was the ultimate big, bad wolf.

She tried getting up but cried out, falling back onto her sore butt with a loud thud.

“I’m not sure” she shook her head. “Help me up?”

He stood, reaching out his hand for her and when she tried propping herself up she felt it again. That stabbing pain shooting right through her foot, all the way up her leg “Ow!”

Harry winced and sparing not a moment longer, he bent and grabbed her into his arms, lifting her off the ground like she weighed nothing- backpack and all.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“You may have fractured your leg.”

“It’s probably just a sprained ankle… put me down–”

“Even so, you shouldn’t put weight on it. Let me carry you. Please.”

She looked into his eyes, he was closer than he’d ever been, even in the lake towering over her. She was a breath away from his face, he was holding her unnecessarily high, but he looked unphased.

… Did he just say please? She was probably high from the adrenaline rush.

“I parked at the southeast entrance…”

“It was that damn swiss knife… must’ve fallen on it funny, I had it in my right boot.”

“I can’t exactly take my rifle with me while I’m off duty…” she trailed off, looking at her ankle and assessing the damage. It was looking bad.

“Why are you venturing out into the woods unarmed, then?”

She raised her gaze to meet his.

“Don’t you realize how dangerous that is? Look what could’ve happened had I not been there to save you!”

“I know what I’m doing, unlike you, clearly.”

She scoffed, meaning to pull her foot away from his hold but then cried out. She couldn’t contract her muscles at all.

“Stop fidgeting!”

“Stop scolding me!”

Harry exhaled loudly through his nose. This human was wearing his patience thin. His attention went back to her leg and his eyes noticed her leg was scraped underneath her pants.

“We need to take these off. You’re cut.”

Her heart started hammering in her chest again, to Harry’s wicked delight. “Wait– what? Why?”

“You scraped your skin, we need to disinfect it. And you can’t sleep in these anyway. You won’t be able to take them off by yourself. I’ll help you.”

It dawned on Y/N for the first time that evening that she was going to spend the night with this dangerous stranger, in his cabin. Somehow that hadn’t clicked until then.

“Wait– but…”

“Okay…” she finally conceded.

He opened his eyes and for the first time since he’d met her, he was met with no resistance when he looked into hers. Finally. Maybe she was tameable after all.

He nudged his head toward her midsection “Lift up your bum, use your hands to push up a bit, and I’ll take them off for you.”

Her adrenaline rush from before added a very heady note to her scent. That coupled with the sight of her legs in the candlelight was pushing him over the edge.

He needed a minute.

“I’ll… be right back. Stay put.”

“What are you doing in here?” the man admonished through his teeth.

“Why are you shooing it away? It was purring while I scratched behind its ear…”

But he resumed his work on her foot, seemingly unaware of how she’d caught him staring.

“All done. You should feel better come morning. Make sure you don’t move it in your sleep, don’t cover it with blankets, let it breathe.”

“Okay”.

“If there’s anything you need… I’ll be right next door. I’ll take the couch.”

“Oh- I could sleep on the couch–”

He stared at her for a beat, his hand already on the doorknob. He needed to get away from her. It was getting unbearable.

“It’s Harry.”

He wavered, then blew off the candle with an exaggerated huff and left the room before the smoke even had a chance to clear out.

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I just really hope they’re on good terms 🥺

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That’s it that’s what I have to say!

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I just.. that was 🙄😩

A Close Call

Summary: reader requested @abby61101-blog - Harry makes up an excuse to your mother to go away for a few days but he's going to stay with you at your dorm instead. Then your mother decides to make a surprise visit.

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Warning: This is stepdad!harry x stepdaughter!reader - 18+, dirty smut, cheating, guilt, lying, inappropriate relationship between a stepdad and a stepdaughter - don't read it if you don't like it.

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From Harry: I’ll be there in an hour.

Harry told your mom he was leaving for a couple of days to go out of town with his band since they were playing at a festival a few cities over. He lied to her. There was no festival. But that’s how your relationship was, though. Lies and more lies. Cheating. Guilt. Sneaking.

But you couldn’t say you weren’t excited that you’d have Harry all to yourself for a couple of days. Your dorm room was private but you lived on a floor with lots of nosey girls. You’d need to sneak him in when he arrived. But you both planned on just staying in your room (and in your bed) the entire time so you’d only need to work out how to sneak him in and then out. You even let your professors know that you wouldn’t be attending any Friday classes. Because you intended to make the most of your time with Harry.

Getting him in wasn’t that difficult. It was Thursday night when he arrived. Some of the girls were already in their rooms for the night. Harry kept his hoodie on his head to cover his hair and put on sunglasses. Most of the girls, and by most that meant 99% of them, didn’t know what your stepdad looked like so it wasn’t too big of a deal, but you still didn’t want anyone seeing him, just in case.

The moment the door was closed behind you Harry scooped his arms around your back and lowered his lips to your neck and then brought them up to your mouth.

“Get this off,” he ordered.

You were just wearing sweats and a t-shirt but you knew they’d be on the floor in no time. And you were right. You and Harry were both naked and in your small bed licking and sucking and moaning against one another so fast it made your head spin.

Harry laid you on your back and he laid on his side next to you, his mouth on your tits, your neck, your mouth, as he smoothed his fingers through your crease and rubbed your arousal all over your labia and to your bum hole.

He plunged his fingers into your pussy and thrust into you while his thumb pressed over your clit.

“Missed you so bad baby. Did you miss daddy?” Harry whispered into your neck between nipping at your skin.

You were breathless. His fingers were thick and long and he knew your body, inside and out. You loved his fingers inside of you and on you.

“Fuck! Yes, Daddy. God, I need you so bad,” you panted your words as Harry continued his skilled strokes.

“Needed, Daddy did you? Got my fingers fucking into your sweet little creamy cunt right now baby. How’s that for getting what you need?” He worked them into you, curling up into your g-spot, the pads of his fingers dragging into it at each pass making your insides twist and tingle.

“So good!” You couldn’t say much with Harry’s fingers pumping into you at a healthy pace and his lips sucking bruises onto your neck.

Harry began breathing harder. You knew he was turned on. His own panting and the way he was bumping his cock softly into your side, rocking his hips into you. You could feel his cock pushing into your hip.

The sound of his fingers pushing into you was evidence of how wet you were. You were soaked. Harry’s palm and knuckles were covered in you. He sped up his thrusts and whined a little as you clenched over his fingers when he pressed down into your clit and moved back and forth with his thumb.

And just when you were about to tip over the edge Harry pulled his fingers from you and sat up. Lifting his drenched hand up to his face he stuck the three fingers he had inside of you into his mouth and licked them clean while he looked down at you.

“Time for my cock now, little girl,” he spoke with that lusty voice you loved hearing from him. The one where he was so turned on it made him breathy.

He held onto the base of his shaft and pulled your legs around him so he could be positioned in between your legs just like he needed. Sliding his cock through your crease, up and down he let his tip rub into your clit over and over again.

You were both moaning at the feeling of being so close. Harry’s cock was getting coated in your arousal and each time he pulled back you could see the strings of wetness connecting you two.

Suddenly, Harry centered himself and plunged into you deep. You were ready for his fat prick already with the way he’d gotten you all worked up with his fingers.

He let out a gasp of relief and closed his eyes with a smile, “Fuck baby… Just what I needed.”

Harry was just as needy as you were, you could tell. He was already shaking by the time he started rocking into you. His mouth was dropped open, his hair fell into his eyes, and his voice was strained and whiny. God, it was such a turn-on to see him like this. And it was all because of you.

Harry angled himself down over you, his hips and pelvic bone rubbing into you, your clit being brushed over at each dip.

“Oh god!” You yelped when he bucked up into you deep. He began rutting into you, not backing out one bit, just fucking himself deep inside of you so you could feel him nudging into that little achy spot that was sensitive.

Squelches coming from your groins, and your bed squeaking with moans and chants were sure to be heard in the hallway. Your brain was mush when Harry’s cock was filling your slick insides so you didn’t care if anyone heard. They’d just think you were getting laid nice and hard. And you were.

Some of the girls would comment that you were a virgin because they’d never seen you with a man before, nor had they ever heard anyone in your room. And you always said no when a guy asked you out. Some of them were convinced you were a prude. But that was only because there was no man that could compare to Harry. There was no one that could do it like Harry. He’d been the one to take your virginity and he was the only man you’d ever had sex with. He was the only one you wanted.

But now, with the noise coming from your room, choked moans falling from Harry’s mouth, the mattress dipping and creaking, smacking flesh… well, no one could accuse you of being a prude anymore. And they were sure to get an earful all weekend long because this was just the start of your time with him.

“Baby… god…” Harry panted as he was leaned over you, one palm down next to your shoulder, his other on the wall behind your head as he continued rolling his hips, keeping his cock lodged deep inside your tummy.

“Yes, Daddy! Oh god!” You shrieked in ecstasy. You were tingly all over and not just because he was fucking you so hard and deep, but it was the way he was looking at you. He kept his eyes on you as he pushed his thick dick inward until he was wetting his balls with you.

“Yeah? … fuck, baby… beg me for it… you wanna come? I need to hear it. Tell Daddy you want it,” his voice boomed into the room between breaths. You kind of hoped that Jayla heard him. Jayla was your neighbor and she was a bit of a bitch. She was one of the mean girls who’d called you a prude.

“Daddy, please!” You gasped, “Oh Daddy! Let me come on your cock,” you were working up all your strength to spit out that sentence, but it had been worth it because Harry responded, “Fuck yes! Come on me, baby. Come on Daddy’s cock!”

You let out the most obnoxious whines and moans as you came. High-pitched and breathy, as Harry continued fucking up into you. He could feel your walls spasming around him, squeezing with your orgasm.

“Gonna fill you up, little girl. Make you all mine… Ahhhahhh…” Harry spurted inside of you, flooding your walls and mixing your come with his as he railed into you with heavy thrusts. The bed could possibly fall apart by the end of the weekend with the way Harry was fucking you. And you two usually went even harder.

Your mind was scrambled and you melted into the bed below you as Harry collapsed over you with heavy breaths.

You two stayed connected for a bit, kissing, touching, and laughing.

“You wanted everyone to know you were being taken care of didn’t you little girl?” Harry smiled as he spoke his words into your neck.

You nodded, “Yes. Want them to know how good I get it. They’re gonna know now,” you laughed.

And your night was a repeat of that along with midnight Thai food delivery and a little bit of taking his cock down your throat right before falling asleep (you were too sore to take his cock for the third time in less than three hours so you sucked him off gently bringing him to a slow and sweet orgasm).

The next morning you woke up with Harry next to you and it felt like a dream. You rarely ever got to wake up next to him. You rolled over and hitched your hip up over his thigh and kissed his chest, licking over his nipples, and slid your hand down to his cock. It was Friday late morning you realized, but you had nowhere to be so it didn’t matter.

Harry moaned and stretched when he slowly woke up, “Well good morning,” he spoke in a deep groggy voice.

You didn’t answer him with words but you squeezed at his cock and looked up at him as you lowered yourself. But Harry stopped you as he sat up.

“Nuh, uh… I think you need a little spanking for waking me up. Was planning on sleeping til noon.”

Harry flipped you over and you smiled into your pillow as Harry smacked your ass with the flat of his palm, making you jump at each strike. You yelped and moaned and gasped.

Harry smoothed his palms over your skin and then you felt a finger dip into your crease, “So naughty and needy all the time. Why are you so wet, baby? What is it?”

You turned your head to speak, “Need you, Daddy. I always need you. I’m always wet for you.”

Harry chuckled and you felt his mouth on your cunt and his tongue licked upward to your bum. He ate your tightest little hole for a bit while he fingered your cunt like a pro. When he suddenly removed himself from you, you felt him get off the bed and you quickly turned to see him grabbing the bottle of lube before returning to you.

Harry squeezed a big portion of lube into his palm and rubbed on your anus, inserting a finger inside to get you nice and wet. Then he fingered your bum with two fingers, then three until you were a mumbling and moaning mess, begging him for more.

Harry was still careful with you when he’d first enter your tight bum hole. You’d only had anal sex with him maybe six times so you were still getting used to the initial stretch. But once he got going and you were nice and open for him, he could plunge into you faster and deeper.

You wound up with your legs spread, on your knees with both palms on the wall as Harry fucked into you so deliciously. You dripped onto your sheets and when Harry rubbed your clit you gushed into his palm and yelped out in delight as you came so hard you nearly passed out. You saw stars and your ears were ringing. You always came hardest when he fucked you anally.

Harry poured into you and groaned into the room, spreading your cheeks wide so he could watch himself slipping in and out.

You were in heaven really. There was nothing like having Harry to yourself with no interruptions, no need to be quick, and no need to keep it quiet.

After a much-needed shower, you both curled up on your bed and put on a movie on your laptop, and lazily made out.

You tried to climb up on Harry but he shook his head, “No. Stay where you are. You need to be patient. No sex until after the movie.”

But even Harry’s big dick was hard and throbbing by the end of the movie. You didn’t have sex during the entire 2-hour movie, but you did kiss and touch a little. And you’d drenched your panties all the way through.

“Poor baby. Is it achy, honey?” Harry cooed at you as he spread your legs and saw the mess you’d made.

You nodded with a pout, “Yes, Daddy. It hurts. Please. Please, Daddy. I need you.”

Harry smirked at you and swatted your thigh as he leaned down, lifting your t-shirt upward, and kissing your tummy. You knew he was achy too. Harry’s cock was leaking at the tip, his grey boxer briefs couldn’t hide how turned on he was.

Just as Harry put his fingers into the band of your panties to relieve you from the messy fabric and soothe your achy pussy there was a knock at your door, “Sweetie?! You in there!? It’s mom!”

Harry paused his motion and looked at you with wide eyes. You gasped and sat up as Harry jumped off the bed and palmed at his cock to push it down, “Uh… yeah! Hold on, coming, mom!”

You slid on a pair of jean shorts and pointed to your bed as you looked at Harry, “Get under there!”

Harry dove under your bed as you tossed his bag and his jeans and wallet into your closet before taking note of anything else that might be evidence of him.

You smoothed your hair and cleared your throat as you opened your door to see your mom with a bag of burgers from In N Out. Your favorite.

“Oh my god! I’m so glad to see you!” You lied as you hugged your mom, hoping she couldn’t smell the scent of sex on your skin or Harry’s cologne.

When you and your mom sat at your school desk to eat she commented, “Are you okay, hon? You seem all flustered.”

You shrugged and darted your eyes to your bed and felt relief when you realized Harry was well hidden, “I’m fine. I just got back from the gym right before you came over and I had to put some clothes on because I was just about to shower. But I’ll just shower after you leave. No problem,” another lie. God, it was awful lying to your mother, but what could you do? Tell her that her husband was just about to fuck your drippy pussy? Yeah. No.

“Ahhh… that explains the smell,” she laughed as she took a bite. You might want to open a window to air it out a bit. No offense.”

Your mom stayed for a whole hour. You felt awful having Harry stay under your bed the whole time but you also felt awful for lying to your mom and making up an excuse about how you needed to shower because you had plans.

When your mom was on the elevator and out of sight you locked your door and Harry climbed out. He did not look happy.

“Made me wait under the fucking bed like a cuck. You’re gonna pay for that little girl. You’re in deep trouble now,” he spoke as he grabbed you by your neck and dragged you to your bed.

You knew you’d be in for it. Harry didn’t like to be kept waiting. But you were all in and took his punishment like a good girl with a smile on your face and drool down your chin.

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I SHOULDN’T BE READING THIS IN WORK😩

I have a request for stepdad!harry how about him taking you to orgasm with a remote controlled vibrator, maybe with your mom walking around the house and you have to look the other way

💕 Happy Valentine's Day 💕

Summary: It's Valentine's Day and stepdad!harry bought you a special gift.

A/n: I have soooo many stepdad!harry requests and this one almost wrote itself. Thank you @hrryismyluv for the idea. I feel like it was perfect for Valentine's Day. 2.9k words

Warning: this is stepdad!harry x stepdaughter!reader and they have a very inappropriate relationship - smut, cheating, anal

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Harry was trying not to laugh or be obvious that he knew why you were acting so oddly. Your mother kept commenting on your behavior, “Are you okay, hon?”

You took a deep breath and nodded, “Yes.” Short, clipped sentences and nods were all you could give her.

Harry bought you a special Valentine’s Day toy. The night before, Harry made you open the gift when your mom was at work. A vibrator. And not just any vibrator. A Bluetooth-controlled vibrator that would stay put once inside you and adjusted to stimulate your insides and your clit. Harry would be able to control it with his cell phone.

You laughed about it at first but Harry told you he was serious and that you were going to be wearing it throughout Valentine’s Day dinner. You weren’t sure how it would work or if it would really be all that bad. Harry assured you that he wasn’t going to go easy on you.

So you had it all charged and ready to go by the time dinner was served. Harry had made a lobster risotto with a colorful winter panzanella salad. He also chose a bottle of champagne to share between the three of you and for dessert a fudgy chocolate cake with merlot frosting. You hated that you were spending your Valentine’s Day in with your mom but that was only because the man you loved was her husband and going out with him, just the two of you, wouldn’t have been smart.

At first, it wasn’t that bad. You helped set the table and when Harry turned toward you with a smirk as he lifted his cell phone up you felt the first vibrations. You stopped mid-step and cleared your throat before finishing up the job. It wasn’t too bad. You could handle that.

But by the time you’d eaten a few bites of the delicious risotto your heart rate had increased when you were beginning to get turned on. Harry had the vibrations set to pulse inside slowly and then increase in speed gradually until it stopped and started all over again. You were fine. You could certainly handle that. Though you were becoming a little squirmy.

Holding a conversation wasn’t that difficult. You just had to time it so that you weren’t speaking when the vibrations were high and certainly not when your clit was being tapped against under your panties.

But your mom did notice your change in behavior, and she kept looking at you strangely when you continually crossed and uncrossed your legs and took a big swig of your champagne.

By the time dessert was being served, Harry had changed his tactic. He switched the pattern and began tapping the phone only for it to send jolts of pleasure through your core. Your g-spot was being very well worked. In fact, you had begun to wet your panties. It was so bad it made you uncomfortable to be sitting in a puddle of your own arousal in front of your mother. But Harry was enjoying watching you squirm and take deep breaths.

Before you could even finish your dessert you were almost panting. You could tell you were going to come so you kept looking at Harry in warning. You hoped he would get the hint and let off a bit.

“Are you sure? It’s okay if you need to go lay down, Y/n,” your mom was too sweet sometimes.

You glared at Harry as he tapped the phone and you gasped, covering your mouth with your hand and you shook your head, holding back your tears and trying your hardest not to come at the dinner table.

“Sorry! I actually have to go pee,” you shot up from your seat and tried to casually walk toward the bathroom but the moment you turned the corner out of sight of your mom you inhaled a sharp breath and squeezed your legs together holding back your moan as you leaned against the wall and orgasmed before you could even make it to the bathroom.

You could hear your mother and Harry chatting but he was not letting up on the toy. It was intensely vibrating against your clit and your g-spot and you whimpered when you tried to move yourself toward the bathroom. You were panting and creaming your panties but you couldn’t stop.

It took far too long to reach the bathroom but when you finally did you let out your moan quietly and pulled your panties down to rub at your clit properly. The stupid toy felt nice on your clitoris but it was too much vibration and you needed more pressure. You landed your palm down on the countertop and rubbed your already wet clit and saw stars when you began to come again even harder.

Your knees buckled and you dropped to the floor with whispered curses of Harry’s name. The asshole would be getting payback. You just had to come up with something that would be equally as humiliating.

You removed the toy and placed it in the sink for a quick reprieve. You needed a moment to compose yourself. You were worried that you’d start squirting soon if you continued being stimulated in that way. You took a deep breath and wiped yourself up.

Meanwhile, Harry had an alert that you’d removed the toy. He warned you that he’d know if you removed it and told you what your punishment would be. And you figured he knew you’d taken it out. But you didn’t care at that point. You absolutely needed the break.

You considered not putting it back in but that would mean leaving it in the hallway bathroom somewhere and you really didn’t want your mom to find it. So, before you went back to the table you put it back inside and swallowed as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your cheeks were flushed. Your eyes were droopy and you felt the vibrator begin to pulse inside of you again and tap over your clit. You closed your eyes and called on all your strength as you walked back into the dining room to finish dessert.

“You okay? Was it something you ate?” Harry asked you, the smallest smirk on his face and a glint of teasing in his eyes.

You smiled as he tapped his phone and you huffed out a breath before speaking, “I’m okay. Just had to pee.”

Harry was pleased. He knew how turned on you must be and now that he knew you removed the toy after he explicitly told you not to, he was going to make good on his promise of punishment. It didn’t matter if your mom was still home or not. He would see to it that he was true to his word.

The three of you cleaned up and Harry continued fucking with the app that manipulated the toy inside of you. You were beginning to drool when you realized you needed to get into your bedroom before your body took over. You felt the familiar pressure of your orgasm, but this time it was accompanied by another tight feeling that had your pussy fluttering and leaking. You were going to squirt and how would you explain that to your mom?

So when you said goodnight to your mom and Harry, she wasn’t surprised. You’d been acting so strange. She figured you needed rest. But she drew you in for a sweet hug, “Happy Valentine’s Day, hon.”

Then before you could walk off Harry brought you in for a quick hug as well, “Happy Valentine’s Day,” he spoke into your ear as your insides were being stimulated and your walls were clenching, “get some rest. You’ll need it.”

But you needed more than rest. You grabbed two towels as you slowly made your way back to your bedroom, stopping to cross your legs and breathe every few steps.

When you closed your bedroom door you tossed the towels down onto the floor and tore your panties down your legs as you came again. You groaned and rubbed your clit, the sparks from your orgasm traveling from your tummy to your inner thighs and you gasped when you felt yourself gush onto the towels. You pulled the toy out and continued circling your clit as your body shivered and spurted and clenched around nothing.

Finally, when you caught your breath you realized you’d soaked the towels and you rolled your eyes. Harry was a dick sometimes but there was something fun about the little toy. Though your behavior was embarrassing in front of your mom.

You weren’t sure if you’d see Harry that night or not. He told you he’d punish you for removing the toy but you didn’t know if he meant that very night.

But he meant that very night. So when he walked into your room as if it were his own, and locked the door behind him silently you sat up on your bed. You’d nearly fallen asleep and when you saw him you were confused for only a moment before you saw him lift his hand up with the toy, “Put it back in.”

You shook your head, “Harry! Come on…”

“I told you what would happen. Did you think I was bullshitting you? Put it back in,” he held it out to you with his brows raised.

You took the toy and laid back, uncovering your body as you lifted your t-shirt and pushed your panties down. Harry watched as he stood next to the bed.

You weren’t wet at that moment so you needed to get yourself ready. The toy wasn’t that big. It was actually on the smaller side so it could be kept discreet.

“Wouldn’t have this problem if you’d kept it in as I told you to.”

You rolled your eyes and continued gently stroking your clit to get yourself wet, “What about mom? Is she asleep?”

Harry smirked and nodded, “She’s out cold.”

Harry watched you closely. He’d been on edge seeing how you responded to the stimulation all night. He knew you were struggling and had probably come a few times. He had to control his own cock all night just imagining how you were feeling and how wet you were getting.

When you finally put the toy back inside and adjusted it Harry immediately turned it on. Your mouth dropped open as you looked at him with pleading. You needed a break. But Harry wasn’t going to give it to you.

“On your hands and knees,” he said as he pulled his pants down along with his briefs.

You didn’t listen immediately as you watched him expose his already half-hard cock. He took his shaft in his hand and watched you as he began stroking himself slowly. He raised his brows at you and smacked your thigh when you didn’t move fast enough.

Reluctantly, you got to your hands and knees, ass in the air, and turned to watch Harry from over your shoulder.

Harry walked to the edge of your bed and put his hands on your hips and leaned over your back to speak into your ear, “This won’t be nice.”

You closed your eyes when you felt his spit drip over your asshole. The toy was set to vibrate at full speed and you could feel your insides tingling already. You weren’t exactly sure of how many orgasms you had earlier. The constant stimulation during your orgasms made one split into two or three even. And now, Harry was going to continue torturing you.

You felt his fingers circle your anus and you bucked yourself back toward him. You began to look forward to having him inside of you. You wanted to feel the burn of him entering you and pumping into you. The toy was small and it felt nice but it didn’t fill you up the way Harry did. The friction of his girth inside of you was always delicious in any hole he chose to fuck.

And true to his promise, Harry was going to make you wear the little vibrator while he fucked your ass. Before getting his cock inside of you he fingered your back hole for a bit and spit down over your ass again. He scooped up a healthy amount of your arousal that had begun dripping down your inner thigh and pushed it inside your bum and smeared it over the outside. When he got three of his fingers inside of you and your moans were too loud, he leaned over your back and covered your mouth with his hand to keep you quiet, “Hush.”

Harry plunged into you, making your eyes squeeze closed and you were thankful for his hand over your mouth when you howled loudly at the burn and the feel of him opening your hole up. But once he was inside and the sensations from the vibrator began to make your pussy spasm you orgasmed and he’d barely had time to begin thrusting.

You heard him laugh at how fast you came but you couldn’t stop it. Your whole body felt like it was vibrating and when he began to fuck into you slowly the pressure from his cock made the toy feel tighter inside of you. It felt fucking insane.

You moaned and mumbled and cried into Harry’s hand as he continued to stretch you open with his cock grinding into you.

And Harry could feel the vibrations from the inside of your pussy on his cock. He was sinking into your tightest hole and his tip was being stimulated just like your g-spot was. Harry groaned and looked down at the stuffed hole below him and your wet pussy clenching over the toy.

Harry’s thrusting became erratic and his cooing was getting louder. You knew it felt good for him too and when he bucked into you a few times harshly you came again but now you sprayed over your thighs and quivered, your body nearly giving out with your orgasm.

But Harry didn’t let up. He kept his hand over your mouth and rocked himself into you, plunging deep and moaning. The bed was squeaking the tiniest bit as Harry was fucking you while he was standing up at the edge of it. You were spread out in front of him with your feet hanging off the edge and your back arched.

“Little sluts get fucked in the ass on Valentine’s Day don’t they?” Harry panted his words, his hips undulating, his own cock throbbing. He was going to paint your insides and he was going to do it soon. He wanted to have you come again, though. Wanted to watch as your drippy cunt fluttered and your asshole clenched around him. Wanted to see your body shake and your limbs give out.

You felt the electricity of your next orgasm approaching. You didn’t know if you could physically have another one, yet, it was on its way whether you wanted it or not. Your face was filled with tears running down and you couldn’t even see straight. Harry’s cock in your ass was yummy and the stupid vibrator was over stimulating and it was pushing you to the edge of sanity.

You cried out and your muscles tensed when you felt the warm liquid pour out of your pussy and Harry moaned in a laugh. The front of your thighs and down to your knees were all wet but you couldn’t care at that moment. Your orgasm came right after you squirted and you bit down on one of Harry’s fingers. You dissolved under Harry’s relentless thrusts, but he held you up with his free arm as he worked your through yet another orgasm, his cock hitting that hidden deep spot inside your bum.

Harry’s own breathing was loud and ragged. You could feel him shaking and speaking absolute nonsense in your ear as his orgasm began to unload into you. Harry snapped his hips a few more times, plunging deeply into your sensitive bum and he began to convulse at the feel of the vibrator pulsing from your inner walls and through to your anus and over his cock. Harry let out a strangled shout as he poured himself inside of you. It was dirty and messy and your bed was absolutely spoiled, well the edge of it where you were being fucked into oblivion was.

Harry collapsed over your back and reached out to shut off the vibrator with his phone. He couldn’t handle any more of the vibrations. Which made him smile that you’d taken it so well. Better than he could have.

You were still seeing stars and your ears were ringing while Harry removed the toy and cleaned you up. You had gone elsewhere and Harry could see that.

He tucked you into your bed and lay with you for a moment, kissing your cheek and whispering to you. It took a moment for you to register what was going on.

“There she is,” he gently moved the hair back from your forehead and smiled down at you. You nodded and smiled.

“How’s my naughty little Valentine feeling? Had enough orgasms for the day?”

You laughed and nodded, “Too many. No more,” was all you could get out.

Harry breathed out a laugh from his nose and got up from the bed, “Good. You’ll finally get that rest you needed. Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/n.”

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The Queen's Secret | Chapter 15*

Summary: Getting Harry onto the property without being noticed took was risky, and not everything goes exactly to plan but the reunited pair make the most of their time together.

A/n: They're back! In this, Harry's hair is maybe about prince hair Harry length as he hasn't had it cut in months. There is a link to a shower scene I was inspired by and it's not super NSFW but you might want to check your surrounding before opening it up. I imagine Harry's hair to be about the length of the man's in the video. 7k words

Warning: Angst, mentions of depression and hopelessness, smut

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Throughout the rest of the evening, William stayed in touch with the plan for getting Harry onto the grounds. Things weren’t solidly in place until the following day, early afternoon. They were waiting on getting him a uniform and badge and it took a little bit of finagling to get everything Harry needed for the scheme to work.

The plan was relatively easy. Rory and the King’s advisor would greet the delivery driver. Harry would be in the back of the van, dressed as a delivery person with glasses, a baseball cap, and a fake beard. He’d be helping unload the van with the driver but wouldn’t get back in the van with the driver once it was time to leave but would be hidden by Rory until the coast was clear.

Harry’s badge had a fake name and he was dressed as an employee of the delivery company. He was also told to keep quiet the whole time because Harry’s voice was rather distinct. There wasn’t going to be an easier or better way to get him into the estate. This was it. If it failed, a lot of people were going to be in trouble.

The Queen was nervous. Her nails were bitten and she couldn’t sit still as the hour approached for the delivery to take place. Rory tried to keep her calm but even she was feeling the pressure. If it didn’t work out, if somehow Harry was made, even with the disguise, everyone would be questioned. No stone would go unturned. Harry would be in more trouble, and who knew what would be decided about everyone else who had a hand in helping to sneak him in?

“Okay, they’re at the gate. I’m going down to direct them where to go and you just need to sit tight. We’ll get him in and it’s going to be okay. You’ll see.”

Y/n had her doubts but that was only because she had no idea what to expect. How would he then be sneaked up to her room without Edgar’s advisor noticing? There wasn’t much that he missed. But the Queen trusted Rory and that was all she had.

Harry was sweating bullets. His fake beard was hot and uncomfortable on his face. His hair had grown out a bit so he already looked a little different but the beard was supposed to really hide his features. The biggest problem was how itchy it was. He could deal with it getting hot but he felt like ripping his skin off about halfway to the estate.

At the gate, the guard checked the driver’s credentials and then he opened the back of the van and took Harry’s badge to look it over. To Harry’s surprise, the guard barely glanced over his face when he handed him back his badge and then waved the van through.

When they parked at the back of the house where the entrance to the kitchen was Harry got out and saw a familiar face right away. The King’s advisor looked at Harry as he directed the men inside but he seemed preoccupied. It was as if there was something else on the advisor’s mind at that moment. Rory greeted them at the door and showed them to the pantry and cool room for storage.

Both men got to work and put all of the groceries where they belonged at Rory’s direction. Harry kept looking around, wondering if the Queen would be standing near but when he made eye contact with Rory he noticed her look of warning. Harry scratched at his beard and took a deep breath to calm himself. But he wouldn’t feel calm until he was with the Queen.

Harry kept his head down and moved quickly unloading and stocking items. His hands were shaking and he was sweating. His heart was pounding in his chest and he was thankful each time he passed into the cold room and still hadn’t been recognized yet. The King’s advisor didn’t seem very interested in the men but Harry still did his best to keep his face turned away just in case.

The unloading went fast. It was much quicker than Harry anticipated and he was grateful but also tense and worried about the final step of the plan. The King’s advisor was standing watch by the van and Harry didn’t know how he was going to be able to pull off not getting back into the van without it not being obvious. Though, it was clear the advisor was distracted by something

Rory thanked the men and walked them back out toward the van. Before they parted, Rory leaned in close enough to whisper to Harry, “Just wait by the back and on my signal close the van doors and run toward the North side of the house and stay ducked behind the large air vent cage. I’ll come and get you.”

Harry stood at the back of the van and tried to be very discreet as he watched Rory for whatever signal she was going to give. But she didn’t need to give it. The driver honked the horn and the King’s advisor looked away from Rory, whom he was speaking with, and walked to the front of the van. Harry closed the van doors and sprinted fifteen feet to the side of the house and saw the air vent cage, ducking behind it and out of sight.

A few minutes later when he saw the van pull out of the drive at the front, he let out the breath he’d been holding. He kept his head down and stayed put until a few minutes went by and Rory ducked down, her face coming into his view, “Stay here a bit longer. Here,” she tossed him a cellphone and looked behind her then back to Harry, ”It’s on silent. I’ll text you when the coast is clear but you’re going to need to follow the directions that I text you.”

And then she was gone. The garden outside of the house was quiet. There weren’t any people on the side of the house where Harry was hidden. It appeared that the staff house was further back on the property. The side he was on bumped up into a tall gate that led to the street at the front. Harry shifted and sat down on the grass under him to get comfortable. He didn’t know how long it would take.

“He’s here. So far so good. We need to wait for everything to clear but once the grouch has returned to his lair we’ll have Harry come inside,” Rory explained to Y/n.

The Queen let out the breath she’d been holding. Her lover was near. She couldn’t wait to see him and hold him and hear his voice. They didn’t have a plan to get him out but they would worry about that later. Just having him with her in her room to see and touch was enough.

She was vibrating with anxiety and excitement. She didn’t want to get too excited, though, just yet. He was still not in the house. It wouldn’t be safe to really feel the joy of nearness until he was in her room. Her skin felt like it was crawling with each minute that passed.

The King’s advisor was taking count of the items delivered and checking for anything unusual. It was part of his job but for some reason, it was taking him longer than normal on this day. A delivery stock count and check would usually only take twenty minutes, but with every minute past that even Rory grew more worried. She decided to check on the advisor, but with the guise of looking for juice for the Queen.

The kitchen looked stocked and ready to go for tomorrow’s meals. The cold room was as it should be, and the pantry was tidy and neat. She swallowed her saliva down her throat when she had a bad feeling in her gut. If the advisor was not here still and hadn’t notified Rory of his dismissal for the night, there weren’t many places he could be.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath and then began to leave the back door to make sure that Harry was still hidden. When she walked along the back of the house she saw no sign of the advisor once again and felt her heart pounding in her chest. She would lose her job, she would be expected to move from her home, and she would never again get a job doing anything in her field if the King had anything to do with it. Not to mention the trouble everyone else would be in.

Before she could turn to walk toward the North side of the house she heard her name being called from behind her. She turned and it was the advisor. He was just coming out of the back door, clutching his stomach.

“Hey, sorry. I had a bathroom emergency and I think I’m just going to call it night. Not feeling the best. But I’m here if you need anything.”

She could have cried. It was a relief to know that he was only in the bathroom and that he hadn’t found Harry. She nodded, “Oh. Well, I hope you feel better. I will see you tomorrow then?”

That explains his distracted and strange behavior during the delivery, Rory thought to herself.

He nodded at her and walked away. She watched him re-enter the house and she leaned up against the bricks and breathed. It was okay. She was okay. She just needed to make sure the advisor went to his room before getting Harry inside. She went back into the house through the kitchen at the back and walked through into the long hallway that led to the wing of the house where the advisor’s room was. She silently walked by the door and listened to make sure he was inside and could hear another door close from within. Probably his ensuite bathroom door. The poor guy actually wasn’t feeling well. Maybe that was lucky.

Instead of texting Harry, Rory quickly made her way to the man who was hidden behind the vent cage and waved at him, “Let’s go.” Plans changed fast but this worked out perfectly.

Harry followed behind Rory and they went upstairs to where the Queen’s room was. Rory gave three knocks to the door before turning the knob and Harry felt like he was going to faint. His entire body was shaking with anticipation of seeing his love for the first time in months. He’d dreamt of the moment he could wrap her in his arms again.

Rory pulled Harry into the room behind her and closed the door quickly. The moment the pair saw one another they both let out gasps and their teary reunion had Rory smiling and silently leaving them alone.

Y/n rushed toward Harry as quickly as she could and Harry took three long strides in the Queen’s direction before they were finally embracing at last. No words were spoken in the immediate moments. Harry tucked his face into her neck and she squeezed him as tight to her body as she could. And their anticipation of the moment and nerves turned to tears. Tears of relief, of happiness, of all the things they’d missed.

When they began to calm down from their emotional meeting, Harry pulled back and looked down at the Queen and cupped her face in his hands, “I love you so much.”

The Queen smiled and put her hands up to his face and over his fake beard, “You look so rugged and scrappy like this, Harry,” she laughed before pulling him down to her to kiss him.

Harry smiled into the kiss at her words but then his mind was blank with no other thought than being with the Queen, in her room, after all this time.

It was hard not to feel overwhelmingly excited. Harry had to get his fake beard off first, though. The Queen sat on the bathroom counter and helped him with it and he couldn’t keep his hands off her belly or her face or her hair or her arms… He was almost in shock that he was seeing her in person. It didn’t feel real. It was a dream. One he’d had many times that ended with him waking up alone and devastated.

He got her caught up on what had happened with him and where he was living and the Queen really didn’t have much to tell Harry. She’d been locked away in the estate and hadn’t had much outside contact. The King hadn’t even come to visit her. The baby was healthy and so far, her pregnancy had been relatively normal. Though she was the Queen of Manon and had special massages and therapy, the best food, and lots of help (which was actually quite the opposite of normal), but otherwise, normal.

When Harry’s fake beard was finally off and the sticky residue cleaned up, she ran her fingers through his hair as she stayed on the bathroom counter, “Your hair is getting long. I kind of like it,” she smiled as she took him in.

He looked tired. But his eyes were still bright. She knew he was a sensitive soul and that being away from one another was probably harder on him than it had been on her. But truthfully, she’d had an awful time being away from him herself. She just dealt with it in ways that weren’t as self-destructive as Harry had. She moped and cried in private. She felt like she couldn’t catch her breath some days. She’d wake up from gut-wrenching dreams that began happily and ended with either waking up to the crushing realization that it was only a dream or having a terrifying end that left her shaking and gasping for air.

But she ate and kept herself hydrated and she meditated and painted and read books in the garden. She didn’t know of any other way to feel normal and it was all she could do to keep going. She had a baby growing inside of her. Harry’s baby. And that was her greatest motivation.

Harry had gone through a depressive episode. He’d go days with no food. Not showering, not brushing his teeth, only dragging himself from his couch to drink water to survive. And he didn’t care if he lived some days. If it was without Y/n and only with limited contact with his kids, he didn’t see the point. Getting up from the bed or the couch was painful. Every movement, every waking minute was a reminder of his Queen. His body ached and it hurt to clean himself or to make a sandwich and take a bite.

But some days he was better and he could eat and he’d clean himself and brush his teeth and drink water and watch TV. But now that he was here with her he felt the happiest he’d been in so long that it made his head feel light and dream-like.

When he got the visit from Scott last night it was a shock. He hadn’t had any guests since he’d moved away from Manon. And the moment Y/n’s name left Scott’s lips Harry felt alive and like a real-live man again. He suddenly had a reason to move and eat and take a shower.

So that very morning he did clean himself up. He washed his hair and his body, brushed and flossed his teeth, ate a meal, a real one, drank coffee and juice, and then brushed and flossed his teeth again for good measure. He turned on the radio and listened to some music and he found clean underwear to wear.

He felt like he could thrive once again. He felt like there was nothing to lose and so without Scott having to even convince him, Harry was already diving into the logistics of how he could get to see his Queen again.

In the Queen’s room, there was a sitting area with two loveseats and a table. Harry had her pulled into his arms, her back to his chest as he kept his palms spread over her tummy as they were lounging on the loveseat. The pair talked about everything there was to talk about and in between Harry pressed sweet kisses to Y/n’s neck.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/n. I love your belly. I think you’re more beautiful now than when I first met you.”

The Queen smiled and slid her hand up behind her and pulled Harry's head down, angling herself to kiss his lips.

“I love you, my Prince. I’m so happy you’re here with me. It feels like a dream doesn’t it?”

They both agreed. It didn’t feel real. But it was. They were together at last.

With the softest touches and the gentlest kisses and the nearness of their bodies, Harry couldn’t help it when he started to get an erection. He was happy to just hold Y/n. He didn’t need to have sex with her. In fact, even with his prick getting a mind of its own at that moment, he felt he could live his days out happily ever after never having sex again as long as he was with his Queen for the rest of his life.

And Y/n felt the little poke in her low back and she let out a small laugh, “My my my… what have we here, Harry?” She tilted her head back and looked up at him with a smirk.

Harry shook his head, “Just a natural reaction because I’m so happy. I’m not here for sex, Y/n. I promise. I’m just here for you. To be near you and hold you.”

Y/n felt the same quite frankly. She was so happy to be with Harry nothing else mattered in life. But that didn’t mean her own body didn’t react to being so close to him and hearing his deep raspy voice in her ear. It didn’t matter to her if they had sex or not. But of course, her body’s base response to the happiness was being a bit turned on.

“Well, I mean… I wouldn’t mind more than just being held. But of course, I’m so happy that you’re here that it doesn’t matter. I’m just… it feels like the most peaceful and beautiful thing ever to have you here with me. Whether we get crazy in the bed or not,” she laughed.

Harry nuzzled his face into her neck and smiled, “That’s how I feel. Nothing matters except you and you��re here and I’m here and I’m so happy,” Harry sighed and his heart pounded with love and adoration, “but getting crazy in the bed? You’re pregnant my love. You probably don’t want to be having sex anyway right now. At least not crazy sex.”

The Queen laughed again and pulled herself out of Harry’s arms so she could turn and look at him, “Are you kidding? Harry, my hormones are insane right now. I haven’t had an orgasm in weeks and I can guarantee you that I can handle a wild romp in the sack with you. I’m just saying, it doesn’t matter to me at this very second if we do or not because literally having you here is the most amazing thing in the world and it’s all I need. But I wouldn’t turn down sex. It’s actually probably good for me to be honest.”

Harry pondered her words. He also hadn’t had an orgasm, but in his case, it had been months. He hadn’t even touched himself because there was no way he would ever get hard again if he was around Y/n. And depression can really lower one’s libido. Harry imagined to himself that he’d never have sex again. But now? He could certainly enjoy sex and being next to Y/n with her bright face, her pregnant belly, her scent, her lips, and her soft hips that have begun to widen in preparation for the birth of his child. His child. This woman was his and she was carrying his baby. It was probably the sexiest thing he could ever imagine and she was the sexiest she’d ever been. Her face was more rounded, her breasts were clearly larger, and he bet her thighs were even thicker and more bitable than they were the last time he’d made love to her.

And those thoughts didn’t help the growing boner in his pants. The Queen smiled at him as she realized the way he was looking at her, his eyes roaming her new body, though she was covered in clothes, he acted as if he saw her naked before him. And that realization made a breath catch in her throat and created a buzz with the anticipation of perhaps having him again. It wasn’t necessary, but god would it be nice. She swallowed as she brought her hand up his chest and placed her palm on his jaw, “You’re so handsome, Harry. If you want me, I’m yours. In every way. I have been for a long time. If you just want to sleep with me in your arms, I’ll be the happiest woman on Earth. If you want to have sex with me and find relief, again, happiest woman on Earth,” she smiled at him and pulled him in so she could kiss his lips.

Harry’s mouth began to water involuntarily as their lips slotted together and he began to tear up from the overwhelming emotions coursing through him. He pulled her into his lap and she straddled his legs but her bump made it a little harder to get as close as he wanted.

“What if I did want to? I could be gentle. I’d make sure you come…” he parted from the kiss and Y/n nodded at him.

“I’d love it. And you don’t need to be too gentle, Harry. I’m healthy and my body is still strong. I can handle you.”

Harry leaned forward and grasped under her thighs and lifted her up, bringing her to the bed.

Y/n hadn’t been carried in a long time and it felt like a thrill. She knew what was to come if Harry was doing it and it would be good. It would be delicious. His mouth connected to her neck and her jaw and then down to the top of the neckline of her dress.

Harry positioned her in a way he thought would be the most comfortable and he kissed down her arms and she sighed at his touches and kisses.

When Harry lowered his face over her belly he brought his hands down to her legs and smoothed them upward to the hem of her dress and looked up at her, “Do you want me to make love to you? Do you want me to make you feel good?”

Y/n’s grin and nod had Harry grinning back at her as he lifted her dress up. She was wearing panties that covered everything and the moment he saw the bare bump of her belly he groaned and kissed every inch of her swollen tummy, “That’s my baby in there. Our baby,” he looked up at her with soft eyes and brought his lips down to kiss over her belly button and Y/n moaned. He’d only kissed her tummy but it was so erotic. So sweet. So sexy.

Harry’s mouth dropped to her panties and he inhaled her scent. It had been too long. He put his hands on her thighs and backed away so he could get a good look. He was right. Her thighs were meatier and more bitable than ever. Her pregnant body did wonders for her. She was so incredibly beautiful and womanly.

“Y/n… you’re more beautiful than I can describe. I’ve never seen anything more stunning ever. Can I lick your pussy for a little bit? If you want?” He looked at her and Y/n moaned.

“Please, Harry. You don’t need permission. I want whatever you want to give me. Just do it…” she panted. She was beginning to feel the desperate need to orgasm now that Harry had begun foreplay with her. She hadn’t felt like this in a long time and now she was nearly shaking with want. She didn’t realize she’d feel this way, but there was no turning back now. She required release. Her body was vibrating and now it was a necessity.

“I’m at your service my Queen,” Harry grinned as he put his fingers into her panties and pulled them down. An audible gasp fell from his lips when he saw her pussy. She hadn’t shaved or trimmed herself. She physically wasn’t able to with how her belly was in the way. But she knew he wouldn’t mind it. And he didn’t. Not at all. She was perfection incarnate.

Harry licked and kissed her inner thighs until Y/n was nearly dripping. She was surprised by her body’s reaction but then again, it had been so long, perhaps her body was doing the thinking for her.

“Hold on,” Y/n spoke in a whisper as she lifted herself up and stuffed pillows behind her back. She could hardly see Harry with her tummy in the way but she wanted to be able to have a partial view at least.

Harry watched her get herself situated and he licked his lips. He was feeling ravenous. He was starved for her. His body was so tense with an ache that started from his groin and ended at his toes that he knew he wasn’t going to last once he got inside of her, so he needed to go slowly with her and give her some pleasure before he lost control. Because he thought he just might lose control of his ability to hold back. He was already throbbing in his pants.

Y/n scooted herself toward Harry and opened her legs and Harry immediately lowered over her once again. He placed his mouth over her cunt and more tears were pulled from his eyes at the taste and the notion of simply being with Y/n at all. It had him emotional and overwhelmed but he would not take the moment for granted.

And Y/n could feel his gratefulness all over her body. He was a man who loved her and wanted her to feel good. She felt his love and his devotion. And not just because he was licking away at her warm crease and slurping her clit. Everything he did was with care and adoration to her body and to her soul.

Y/n had been so worked up and had gone far too long without the release of an orgasm that she was a quivering mess, covering her mouth to keep her cries at bay. Her own tears were rolling down her face as Harry dined on her and with her free hand she reached down to put her fingers into Harry’s curls. There was a lot more hair to hold on to and she loved it. She couldn’t see his face but she could see the top of his head and it was a scene from a beautiful dream she’d had just the week before.

Her orgasm wracked her body. She was devastated by the shock of it. She held her hand over her mouth and shouted into her palm and cried as she tried closing her legs together when Harry licked and lapped her clit. His fingers inside of her increased the pressure of her orgasm and she was thankful for his attention to all her spots. She’d almost forgotten how good it all felt.

When Harry could tell she was too sensitive and she began to pull at his hair he lifted up to see her face. She had tears streaming from her eyes the same as he did. He fell to the bed next to her and dragged her into his arms and kissed her. More tears fell from both of them as Harry moved his hand along her soft thigh and up to her bare hip.

Harry sat up and pulled Y/n to sit up and he silently helped her pull her dress off over her head. She was left in only a basic bra, which he realized he needed to take off right away. Her breasts were swollen and round and he needed them in his mouth that instant.

He struggled with the clasp at the back and kept his lips on hers the whole time. Y/n moved her hand down to Harry’s pants button and plucked at the material. Harry got the hint. The moment her bra was released he hastily unbuttoned his pants and tore them down his legs. Y/n then put her hands on his shirt and it was removed just as quickly. Harry was in a hurry to get his tongue on her nipples.

The moment he leaned down over her, he gently brought her down to the bed again and he sucked and kissed her breasts. He swiped his tongue all around her flesh on both sides and used the flat of his tongue on her nipples before sucking them into his mouth.

“God, Harry. I love you so much.”

Harry moaned over her nipples and lifted up, keeping his hands at her boobs and kneading them gently together, “Baby, I love you so much. Look at you. Fuck. I can’t be away from you ever again,” his face was pained as he said it and looked from her belly to her breasts then to her beautiful face.

She brought a hand up to his jaw and smiled at him, “I don’t think I could last another minute without you again either. Now, will you fuck me?”

Harry breathed out a laugh and nodded, “Of course, I will. I’m only gonna last one minute so please be kind to me, my love. It’s been months and you’re so fucking sexy right now that I’m losing my mind. I’m about to come right now and I’m not even touching my prick,” he chuckled as he situated himself in between her legs.

Y/n readjusted the pillows so she could see him and she just loved him so much, “Harry, don’t worry. I don’t care. I just want to feel you, even if it is for only a minute,” she laughed.

Harry shook his head and grasped his aching cock. He stayed on his knees as he moved up to her and the moment he touched his crown to her wet slit he became light-headed and he groaned into the room.

“Shit. Sorry…” he whispered. He had to keep quiet. At least a little quiet. No one would likely hear them given that the Queen’s room was the lone bedroom in the East wing of the house.

Y/n wriggled her hips and slid herself over him a little in anticipation of the initial thrust. She couldn’t wait to feel it again.

Harry closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath before looking back down at his beautiful love under him. It was the most thrilling thing he’d experienced in… perhaps his entire life. The way in which he’d been snuck to her, had gone months without her, had nearly given up hope, and now all of this at once was like nothing he could describe. He’d had amazing life experiences before yes. He’d never forget the birth of his children and the love he had for them. But this was different. This was like having his life handed back to him. His heart finding repair and solace with the love of his life.

Harry gently held the base of his shaft as he rutted his hips forward and felt his tip pass through her the circular muscle at her entrance and then glide into her vagina. He dropped his mouth open and Y/n’s jaw went slack as her eyes widened.

“Yes… Harry that feels so perfect. Oh my god…” she felt her entire body begin to shake. It felt like the kind of shivering one gets when they’re cold and their body is trying to warm up. But she was not cold at that moment. She was excited and her body was reacting all on its own.

“Holy… oh my… baby you’re shaking. Are you okay?” Harry stopped, though his body wanted to continue, he needed to be sure she was fine. He felt her entire body quake and her skin had goosebumps.

“I feel incredible Harry. I can’t stop shaking, though. I think it’s because I’m so excited,” she put her hands down over his thighs and Harry began to thrust slowly into her.

They both sighed at the complex feelings they were sharing. It was physically amazing and perfect. But also they were happier than ever to be together. They felt at ease and at peace finally, but the excitement and the anticipation of the moment had them bubbling over with involuntary bodily movements and responses.

Harry felt his balls squeeze up to his body as he was so close to orgasm but he wanted to last just a moment longer. He wanted to feel it and feel her.

He didn’t dare look down to where they were connected quite yet because that would have been his undoing. He kept his eyes on her bright face and shook his head in disbelief of the moment, “I love you. I love you, Y/n...” his panted words were only I love you’s and breathy gasps of her name as he felt her slick insides caress his cock when he moved in and out.

His girth was getting to her. It was fulfilling and it made her think the nastiest, dirtiest thoughts. She knew how big he was. She tried not imagining it during the months without him, but now? She let her mind wander to the way he knew how to use what he had and how long he was and the ache it caused when he dipped too deep.

But Harry was being a little gentler because he could feel her tighter toward the end as he pushed in.

Y/n put her hand up to his chest to stop him, “Harry… can we switch positions? I think it’ll be easier on my body if you’re behind me. Is that okay?” She wanted to keep going like he was but she felt her heavy tummy on her body and knew it would be more enjoyable if she was in a different position. Lying flat on her back with her pregnant belly was uncomfortable, as good as he felt.

Harry had no problem switching. He was in rapture just being in Y/n’s presence, “Anything you want, my love.”

She rolled to her side and then pushed herself up to her hands and knees and pulled at Harry’s hand so he’d scoot in with her.

Harry smoothed his hands over her bottom and then down to her thighs and grazed over her labia. In this position, Y/n’s lips were spread apart and he could see her entrance, shiny and ready for him.

Harry grabbed the base of his cock and poked it at the Queen’s little hole and slowly pushed back into her. He realized that with Y/n like this he could press in further and her very loud moan was evidence of how deep he’d been able to get.

“Oh, fuck!” She breathed out into the room. It had been so long since she’d had sex and Harry’s length was always something to reckon with. With her ass in the air and her palms digging into the mattress below Harry began to work into her slowly but she needed more. She placed your fingers over her clit (which was a bit harder to reach these days) and began to push herself back against his thrusts.

Harry leaned over Y/n’s back, his arm coming down next to her and he added a hand to her clit as well, rubbing with her as he continued rocking his hips into her.

He dropped his mouth to the Queen’s shoulder blade as he tried to control himself but she could tell he was struggling. His pace was erratic and he was gasping and shaking.

“Come inside of me, Harry. Please. You deserve to come now,” she panted her words. She was okay. She knew that now that he was here there would be plenty more orgasms. For now, the Queen wanted the father of her baby to have some relief. He looked like he needed it more than she did.

Harry let out a coo and then he sat back so he could watch his dick sliding in and out of her pretty pussy, increasing the speed just slightly before he sputtered out a deep moan and thrust into her with finality, coating her insides with his come.

Harry’s breaths were ragged and his cock twitched and pumped for what seemed like the longest orgasm he’d ever had. It probably was in all honesty. He hadn’t orgasmed in months. He hadn’t been interested. But now it felt like every tense muscle in his body relaxed, his mind calmed, his heart beat with happiness, and he was fulfilled.

“So good, Harry. Yes… Mmmm… I love you…” Y/n softly spoke to Harry when she felt him coming. It felt so good having him touch her again. Having him inside of her. Making him come. But this time, it felt so different. It was the feeling of something very real and very tender. It had a permanence to it like no other time had. The Queen felt like she could never again be away from Harry. She couldn’t fathom sending him off again. She couldn’t imagine going back to Edgar with her child and raising it away from Harry. She couldn’t allow that to happen.

When Harry finally regained his composure he gently brought himself and Y/n down to the bed and wrapped his arms around her and kissed her with appreciation and with love. He skimmed his hands over her round tummy, “I love you, Y/n. I missed you so much.”

The lovers lay together in silence touching and kissing until Y/n heard Harry’s stomach growl, “Are you hungry?” She asked with a laugh.

Harry sighed out through his nose with a smile on his face, “I am. But it’s okay. I can wait. Don’t want you going to…” but Harry’s sentence was cut short when Y/n peeled herself out of Harry’s arms and reached for her cell phone on the nightstand.

She typed out a quick message to Rory and then put her phone back down and looked at harry with a smile, “I’m not going anywhere. Rory’s going to bring some sandwiches for us. I’m hungry too,” she said as she put her hands over her bump.

Harry shook his head and laughed as he dragged Y/n back into his arms, “Forgot you’re a Queen for a second.”

The pair got dressed before Rory delivered to them their food. Y/n thanked Rory and hugged her, “I owe you so much for all of this. Thank you.” And Rory knew Y/n wasn’t referring to the food.

“So you haven’t even masturbated? In months?” Y/n was in shock. Even she had masturbated. It had been infrequent but she masturbated when she was really feeling needy and pent up.

Harry nodded as he chewed his last bite of sandwich, “Months. Was too depressed. I didn’t even want it.”

They discussed what it had been like to be apart. They were both depressed but on very different levels. Harry had already admitted how he’d spiraled and had lost his grip. How he didn’t shower often, didn’t eat often, and wouldn’t leave his bed some days. But he also told her about his dreams and how they made things worse. And he considered finding something he could take that would make him stop dreaming. Because waking up after a sweet dream was torture. But at the same time, the dreams were solace and something he didn’t want to be without if he couldn’t have her with him.

“But you’re here now, Harry. I don’t want to ever be away from you again,” she touched his knee as she spoke. She felt so guilty for everything but she would be sure to make it right.

With their bellies full Harry suggested a shower before going to bed. He had been sweaty before arriving at the estate and then sex just made things messier.

At first, the shower was sweet. Harry rubbed body wash over Y/n’s breasts and her belly and Y/n enjoyed the way he was so gentle and attentive. He sponged soft kisses on her shoulders and her neck. But the more kisses he gave her, the softer he was, the way he held her and watched her and touched her… all that sweetness turned into something that brought Y/n’s heart rate back up and had her insides turning again.

She reached up to kiss him and the sweet moment turned into the pair panting and licking. Harry’s prick perked up again and Y/n palmed over him. The Prince couldn’t help himself. The Queen couldn’t help herself. Even though they were meant to be cleaning up after having sex, they were both aroused and ready to make love once again.

Harry held her face and kept their lips together, mouths opening and closing, heavy breaths through noses, water bouncing off of their bodies as they ignored the task at hand. There was a new task now.

“Take me to the bed, Harry.”

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