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Harry was told what was expected from him. He was betrothed to the heir of the Tomlinson pack even before he was born. Surrounded and raised by biddable omegas, whose only purpose in life was to serve their alphas, he became on...
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"Get out," Louis repeated, this time more harshly, accentuating the two words slowly. Harry blinked, hazy eyes staring intently at Louis' lower abdomen before he coughed loudly and moved his gaze back to Louis' dark eyes. He watched with utter fascination as Louis' pupils dilated, the blue in his eyes gone and replaced by a tiny ring of grey circling the black irises. "Get out." The alpha gritted through clenched teeth, a low growl rumbling his chest as he stared at the omega in front of him through hooded eyes.
"Fucking get out before I do something you will regret." Louis glowered, a timbre to his tone which almost made Harry believe that Louis was using his alpha voice. Almost because he did not find himself scurrying around to obey the alpha's wish. Louis closed his eyes as he breathed through his nose. The action turned out to be a problem— for the alpha (or for Harry, he wasn't sure) — because soon enough the sweet scent of Harry tickled his insides. It was floral with a tinge of warm vanilla. Lathyrus odoratus, Louis mused. It was the only thing he could pick out in Harry's scent apart from the warm vanilla.
"Get out." Louis repeated himself, eyes never leaving the bare skin of Harry's thighs that was now adorned with goosebumps. His alpha growled lightly, the sound rumbling deep within his chest as he stared at the omega in front of him, his intoxicating scent now invading his senses, mixed with just a tinge of honey. Following a normal breathing pattern turned out to be a strenuous task, eyes darkening with each second as he let himself fully smell the sweet and warm scent surrounding him. The scent was acting like a drug, leaving him yearning for more and more. And then, there came a moment when sniffing the omega's scent from afar was not enough for his inner alpha.
It simply wasn't.
Mind misty like mornings in the winters, he raised his left hand which, fortunately, was not stained with his own semen. Beckoning Harry with his pointer finger conveyed what he was trying to get across as soon enough, Harry was inching towards him with a tentative frown etched across his face. As soon as the omega was standing in front of him, he pounced forward with a feral growl ripping out of his mouth. He stuffed his nose in the Harry's neck, his nose strategically placed over the boy's scent gland, inhaling the sickeningly sweet scent that only an omega could produce.
He paid no mind to the way Harry had stiffened as soon as his hands had touched his delicate skin, paid no mind to how Harry had flinched audibly. He paid no mind to anything other than drowning himself in the sweet, floral scent of Harry. His lungs begged for more air as he ran his fingers through the Harry's curly hair, grasping a handful of them and yanking them back gently. Harry's head tipped back slightly at the act which gave him better access to the his scent gland. "Not enough." He murmured against the delicate flesh, nuzzling his face slightly in the crook of the omega's neck. The saccharine scent thickened, trapping him in a tranquil bubble.
He dragged his nose across the Harry's sharp and defined clavicle, doing nothing but inhaling his scent. He didn't let his lips hover over the unblemished skin, just continued dragging his nose across the boy's shoulder blades, his sternum, his throat, and every part which he could get access to. "A-Alpha?" His eyes snapped up towards where Harry was blinking down at him with a timid and pained expression etched on his features. The sole word acted like a needle, breaking the bubble Louis had let himself cage in. His face twisted in a grimace as he backed down almost immediately. Shocked by his own actions, he took a place on the edge of the couch, maintaining as much distance from Harry as he could possible do.
