017

I curl into Harry's body, my eyes attempting to fill with sleep. He wraps his arm around me and sets his head on my shoulder, tightening his arms.

"Mae, beautiful, what's wrong?" he whispers, noticing my distress.

"I can't sleep," I whisper, his lips touching my cheek. My knees bend and I lean against his body, his body propping up on his elbow.

"Why not?" he asks, my eyes closing as he brushes his thumb over my lips.

"Because I can't stop thinking about how perfect this is," I tell him, looking up at him.

"I know something will happen to ruin this," I continue. "Our time of calm and relaxation will be ruined."

His fingers run against my skin, his eyes casted on me. My head leans against his and he moves his hand to mine, grabbing it tightly.

"As long as we're together, we'll be fine, baby," he whispers, my lips releasing a deep breath.

"I don't want to live in the fear that he'll rip us apart. You don't understand what I feel for you," I whisper, his head leaning against mine.

"If he wants to rip us apart, he's going to have to go through me. I've been through hell, Mae, and I'm still here for you. I went against the pack just to find you. They kicked me out, Mae, but I needed to find you," he whispers, my eyes shutting as he kisses my temple.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, his head shaking.

"Don't apologize. I don't want to be in that fucking pack anyway. They're fuckers," he groans, my lips pressing to his cheek.

"So you're solo again," I say, his head nodding.

"But I have you and my alliance still. It's fine. All I need is you," he smiles, kissing my lips lightly.

"I still think we need our own place. You and me all alone," he smiles, kissing my neck lightly.

"Stop it," I say, his head shaking as he continues to touch the already sore marks on my neck. He left a trail of love-bites from my lower jaw to the top of my breast.

"You smell so good," he whispers, my eyes looking up at him.

"Harry, I have a question," I say, his eyes meeting mine.

"What's on your mind?"

His fingers brush my hair back and he caresses my cheek, softly gazing upon my face. He's so beautiful; his physique one I've never come across before him.

"D-Do wolves get married?" I ask, his lips curving.

"Why? You wanna get hitched? I know a guy..." he trails, my hand pressing to his mouth to make him quiet. He's laughing and I signal for him to be quiet, my roommate in the room across the hall.

"No. I was just wondering," I whisper, his lips curved.

"Yes, we get married. And then wolf babies happen," he goes on.

"Oh, and FYI, wolf pregnancy is three months," he says, my head nodding.

"I don't plan on having wolf babies, any time soon," I say, his fingers tugging me closer.

"Yes you will. I need babies to have my heir," he exaggerates, my hand shoving his face into the pillow as he laughs.

"I'm nineteen and you're twenty one. Too young," I say, his lips curving.

"You have a good head on your shoulders," he smiles, my eyes rolling.

"Thanks, wolfie," I say, his hand grabbing mine.

"But mates get married. They do," he says, my eyes meeting his.

"You're not against that kind of stuff are you? My ex was against marriage because of what happened to his parents but I've always wan-"

"Mae," he lightly laughs, setting his finger on my lips.

"I have nothing against anything. Yes, I was against mating but I found you and those shit reasons went out the door. There isn't anyone I care about besides you," he says, kissing me after letting his finger fall.

"I've always wanted kids, even when I was angry, because I knew I'd be a great father because I know how to take care of people. Without my mum and sister knowing, I protected them. It's safe to say that I'll protect you too," he says, keeping me close.

His lips press to my forehead and I close my eyes, cuddling next to him. As the minutes go on, my eyes close and I drift off into sleep.

I wake up and Harry isn't in bed, the door closed. Getting up, I walk out of the bedroom and Elle's sitting on the couch with Ethan.

"Have you seen Harry?" I ask, her head nodding.

"He's getting you something," she smiles, my eyebrows furrowing.

"Okay."

I'm puzzled, walking back into my room. After I brush my teeth and change into leggings and a tee, I walk into my bedroom and sit on the bed.

The bedroom door opens and Harry smiles, looking at me.

"I got you coffee," he says, my eyes falling to the cup of coffee in his hand.

"Thank you," I smile, his lips on mine soon after. His lips are soft, tasting of coffee, and his hands set the cups down.

My hands grab his cheeks and he leans me down, wrapping his arms around me.

"Kissing you is my favorite thing," he says, my lips curving.

"Good because it's high on my list too," I smile, brushing his hair back.

"What's number one?" he raises an eyebrow.

"Guess you'll have to figure that out," I wink, his lips parting lightly.

"But I'll give you a hint," I whisper, flipping us over so I can straddle his waist.

"It involves the two of us," I whisper kissing his neck.

"Together," I kiss the base of his throat.

"Without clothes." I pause in front of his face, noticing his lips sucking in a breath.

"Same," he rushes, nodding his head before I kiss him.

_____

"One might say that's dangerous," Harry says, my eyes rolling. Our bath was interrupted when my phone had rung, Elle texting me she won't be back yet again tonight. I answer and he has to give me a side comment with his adorable smirk.

"And one might say you're annoying," I come back, "but not me. I like you too much."

He smiles and pulls me closer, his hands on my waist. We share a kiss before I pull away, his eyes watching me. My hands grab some bubbles and I put them on his face, his lips curved.

"Love the look," I smile, his hands quickly pulling me onto him.

"You better," he smiles, pressing his lips on mine. His arms wrap around my waist and I wrap my arms around his neck, laughing when he squeezes my hips.

"We're a mess," I laugh, his hands running along my body.

"A very hot mess," he winks, kissing my lower lip. He bites it and I watch his seductive touch pass, his eyes meeting mine.

"A sexy mess," he continues, fluttering his lips against mine.

"Okay, wolfie," I smile, his arms tight around my waist.

I press my lips to his cheek and my hands press to his shoulders, his lips curved as he looks at me.

"You want to do something tonight?" he asks, my hands trailing to his neck.

"Like what?" I ask, knowing exactly what he wants to do. He's cheeky; always feeling me up.

"You know what I want to do," he says, moving his hand down and squeezing my bottom.

"Harry," I laugh, his head burying into my neck.

"Please. Oh my God, Mae. I like being with you," he says, kissing my lips.

"I don't know," I tease, his hands grabbing my thighs and pulling me closer.

"I quite like hearing you like that," he continues, sucking the skin on my jaw.

"Stop it, you sex crazed wolf," I smile, his chuckle muffled in my neck.

"But you're my mate. You make me crazy," he says, my hands grabbing his cheeks and pressing my lips to his.

A laugh escapes my mouth when he lifts me up, taking me into my bedroom. He lays me down and presses his lips to mine, settling onto the bed for our crazy night.

__________

Hey loves!

Please VOTE COMMENT and SHARE!!

Love! <3 xoxo