smuutttt yyyaaaaaayyy xx

She was here. She is right here. His Benny.

The girl before him shoved against the wall, now a quarter of the way naked, trembled. Did he make her this way?

"Harry.." She whispered again, trying to move, but not move at the same time; the towel around her was hanging onto her skin just barely. She closed her eyes as the fabric slowly slid off of the top of her chest. She was suddenly cold. Harry felt it.

Moving closer, Harry ducked his head down by the side of Benny's head to her ear. Her head was turned away from him, eyes still closed. Harry gently kissed her wet hair and nudged the tip of her ear with his upper lip, his mouth right in front of her ear, so she could hear him clearly.

"I missed you Benny.."

The towel gradually slid further down her wet body as Harry pressed his body against hers. A gasp slipped out of her mouth when Harry's lips came in contact with her neck. The towel was now hanging off of her hips, which was were Harry started moving his hands to. Benny was frozen in place. Instead of covering up, she remained still, with ragged breath, and kept her arms and hands above her head as if Harry was still holding them there. Her eyes were still closed. She was unsure of everything about this. Was this really Harry? And why? Why now? Why was he so seemingly horny?

"You're mine.." He growled by her ear, his head now moved away from his ear far enough to see her expression. His stern tone made her eyes flutter open just enough to see his face. "You know that?"

In a quick instant she took him in, more clearly than she did when she looked him over again and again at his first arrival. She mostly looked at his face, but it still told her a lot.

Harry was still Harry, surely. He still kept the same, chiseled and unique jawline. His nose, lips, ears, all the same. Plump, and cute. His hair, and his eyes were just about the only things that really stood out.

Benny made a small noise as Harry inched his lips forward to kiss the wet skin of her cheek.

Harry's eyes were not yellow, and they weren't green. They were now a dull, sort of red color. Not the kind of red your eyes get when you're tired, or sick and nearly dying. It was like a glowing, stop sign red, but duller. She recognized the emotion of lust in his pupils and in his body movements. And as if she knew exactly what to do, she obeyed. It was like she felt obligated to.

Was she mating with him? Was she about to? Shit...were they even mates before?

Benny tilted her neck up the third time he kissed her, allowing him more flesh to ravish. His lips were hot against her now cold, wet and shivering skin. She was craving the feeling. She wanted to feel it all over her body.

"Harry.." she breathed, with more wanting then before.

Expecting to see Harry grin, Benny watched as he instead studied her body, then targeted her lips. His touched her own, making Benny clench her fists. God, how she missed him.

The kisses were slow and wet at first, but after the 4th or 5th slow kiss, Harry's tongue slipped itself in, and Benny whimpered. It seemed to hit Harry like a car and triggered something that made him grab Benny's hips--and half of her ass--and press all of her he could get against his own body.

Along with that, Benny's arms began to get tired, or restless, and ran their way through Harry's long, ragged and uncut mane. The towel was now at Benny's feet, but she barely noticed. Hormones she never knew could be this strong took her over.

"Benny," Harry panted onto her lips, then moved down to the front of her neck. He earned a moan from Benny's beautiful lips. A sound he had yearned for ever since he had left her. Fuck, he loved her moan. She did it again when he squeezed her firm, but jiggly behind, using his dull, non wolf teeth to pinch her delicate and freckled skin on her neck. "Baby.."

"Yes.." She whispered in ecstasy when Harry slid both hands firmly up her body and up to her breasts, still dripping from the water in her shower.

"Fuck.." He sighed and placed another kiss on her neck before giving attention to her chest.

As he licked and sucked, Benny grasped and ungrasped Harry's now sweaty, long hair. She liked this. There was so much more to grab.

At one particular tug, Harry immediately flinched up to Benny's height, staring right at her.

She was breathing raggedly, panting like she just ran, but quietly, and her eyes were now hooded, and from under those pretty lashes was a shade of lust Harry missed dearly. Her wet, sweaty and in pleasure state hit something else in his animal--or human-instincts.

"Fuck..me.." Benny cut him off with a deep kiss, involving both arms wrapped around his neck.

With one arm around Benny, Harry used his other to unzip, and unbutton his jeans. It'd be hell getting out of them, and at this rate, he didn't care if he tore them off.

"Please.." Benny mumbled, her head jerking back as he fiercely picked her up and wrapped her bare legs around him.

Without anymore hesitation, Harry ran and carried her like the wind up to the stairs and into the her bedroom. Thankfully he knew where it was, or he'd fuck her right there in the bathroom. Or the tub. Or the stairs. Or the hallway.

He dropped Benny's naked body onto her bed, watching her bounce on impact. Harry's stern and focused expression never faltered as he slipped his head through his shirt and went through with actually tearing off his skinny jeans. He was too deep in heat to mess around now.

Harry looked down at the beautiful girl before him; nice, wet--in both ways he could tell ;)-- and totally ready for him. He wet his lips before climbing on top of her body and kissing her as madly as he always wanted to.

"Shit.." His mate-to-be moaned in agony when Harry's hips rubbed against hers. He was leaning up by his arms, looking down at her as he lined up his body with hers, and slid inside.

"Ooohhh my god!.." Benny threw her head back while their hips both started to move in sync.

"Fuck.." Harry grunted, biting his lip as he watched his mate below spiral and drool as he humped her. He hadn't even begun.

Their hips movements became more rapid, and Benny was slowly losing the ability to speak. Her mouth was constantly open in silence, and her eyes shut at the pleasure she was experiencing. Harry moaned with her and kept wetting his dry lips. He was getting hungrier, he wanted more.

Benny's small, fragile hand found it's way to Harry's lower body, touching it just above where their bodies met. The sight made her throw her head back once more and scrunch her face together. "Harry!" She moaned with sweat on her brow. "Yes..Harry.."

At the sound of his name, he grunted and leaned down, his hips still working on her. He placed more kisses on her neck, chest and collarbones, but more roughly. While pleasuring her, Harry eyed her smooth and beautiful flesh, licking the spots he thought were suitable. Benny had no clue what he was doing until he had done it.

Harry nipped her right collarbone before kissing the skin right above it. His fangs had come out, and he started biting.

To Benny, it seemed like he was giving her a huge, and very nice feeling hickey while he fucked her. Really, she didn't know Harry was biting her with his fangs. She wouldn't know until they were done.

"Ooh! Oh! Yes! Right there!" Harry had been working himself deeper into her while biting and sinking his fangs into her, and Benny was very much enjoying it. But Harry wasn't satisfied with this position. And wouldn't finish until they moved.

After kissing the bite marks he had printed on her, Harry groaned and flipped the unsuspecting Benny over onto her stomach.She merely giggled as if she was drunk and looked back at him,"Not in the ass, Styles."

Even in his state, Harry wasn't exactly planning on going there. He ignored her and instead locked eyes with his mate as he grabbed both sides of her behind, lifted her up, and pushed in. The feeling and emotion he experienced while locking eyes with Benny was incredible, he was sure she felt it too, her eyes had rolled to the back of her head. She was speechless as well. God, was she beautiful when her face was flushed and bright red.

Harry was doing her like he wanted, this position satisfied him more. He felt like he had more control. With every thrust he had Benny more and more under his finger. She couldn't keep silent. Every movement he made, she made it too, and added a good moan or "Harryyy.." in there.

When Harry went faster, Benny's volume increased. "Harry! Oh my fucking god...yes..yes!!" Harry relished the sound of skin on skin in quick motion. "Keep going..god..please.."

Was his mate there? Ordinarily, Harry would wonder this, but he didn't at the time, and continued his work. He bit his bottom lip and looked over Benny's back that arched beautifully at his command as he felt close to his climax. A deep grunt left his lips that erupted from his chest,"Benny.."

Benny suddenly got tighter and tighter, and Harry just couldn't take it any more. His mouth slowly opened simultaneously with his eyes that closed shut tight. Jaw slacked, Harry groaned and moaned deep like a bear as he went over his high. Adding onto the ecstasy, he had now fully mated with Benny. Now, this would happen a lot often. Whether Benny would enjoy this or not, Harry wasn't sure. That made him a little sad.

"Jesus Christ..H..Harry.." Benny grumbled after regaining her breath,"Little rough..huh?" Her voice started out clear and normal, but the more she spoke, the quieter she became. "You..must've.." Her eyes started drooping,"missed..me.."

Harry felt himself slipping as well. His state was fading. He started feeling more of himself again. "Baby.." He mumbled softly, rubbing his darling's back that was now relaxed. He wanted to hold her.

Benny was now asleep, her body had fully relaxed, and lay on the bed, curling up. Harry watched as she lay and rubbed his eyes. Why was he so drained? Because of him, that ritual, he was supposed to do this for at least another week. Mating season was quite long. Harry's eyes widened and he became more awake when he realized that he had to tell Benny. He had to tell her why he had come back, but that would only make him seem like a jack ass only wanting her for her body. No, he loved her.

Harry roughly ran a hand through his now sweat filled hair; he never told her that he loved her back when he was dragged to his pack.

What was he to do now? Benny would surely freak out once she woke up. Probably slap him too. Harry thought he kind of deserved it.

He quickly became tired of thinking about it and noticed he was now sore all over, exhausted. Lazily, he grabbed the blanket that was draped over Benny's pillows and placed it over her. Harry laid beside her, facing her back. Memories of back when he had held her, after protecting her flooded his mind. He realized he still needed to. She needed him. He came to terms that he needed her too.