"We ought to miss their arrival if we continue this, my Prince," Harry warns while the Prince continues to move forward, a careful hand around Harry's waist and the other holding onto Detyre's reins. The new sun is shining blindingly, though its shine is only for show as the lands remain freezing as ever. Harry is covered in a thick cloak, with his fingers deprived of any senses due to the frigid air. Louis had insisted that they take a ride after the first meal of the day, pushing Harry onto Detyre and mounting him himself before Harry could deny.
"Your words are nothing but exaggeration, my love. The Duke and the Earl are not arriving until mid-day, and as I assured you, you will be back to greet them yourself," The alpha speaks, eyes on the trail leading them into the Old forest. Deep in his heart, Harry feels a weight of guilt for leaving Vulcan behind, but it was not him that planned the expedition, rather the alpha carried him out of the manor despite his protests. "Do not press too much, darling, you have not left the place for a while now. About bloody time."
Sighing for a deep moment, Harry leaned back against his alpha's firm chest and moaned out his worry, "It's just that I fear that the arrangements won't be remarkable."
"And that is quite alright. No one will be cross with you if you do not give our guests a remarkable stay." Harry smiles at the underlying tease in the alpha's voice, chastely snuggling into the alpha's neck for warmth. "Although, what you have already done is perfectly splendid."
"You are simply being modest."
"'M not. I let you know when something is not up to the mark. For instance, your rabbit soup—heavens! Do not hit me now." Harry masks a face of anger, giving his husband another hit and leaning his back against his chest, eyes on the dense trees ahead, mist lingering in between them. He quite likes this, Harry concludes, the silence of the forest and the absence of people. "Perhaps we can take a run. Haven't done that in a while,"
"You simply want to mount me as a wolf."
"It is you who is suggesting, sweet thing, I did not say a word. Though, I do not mind that proposition." Louis smirks against Harry's skin, the arm around Harry's waist snaking towards his bottom to give it a gentle squeeze. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"I-I," Harry feels himself slipping, a puddle of mud now as the alpha's scent seeps through his mere marrow. He can't even deny how roused he is at the moment, it's all that seems to happen these days. Louis' knot is like an antidote to him, to an ailment he does not have a name for. But Louis is all he craves, all his omega craves.
"Not now, love. Later," he promises, licking the bond mark, making Harry whimper and attempt to get closer than he is already. His mind is clouded with deep desires he didn't know he had, his heart rate brute and senses filled with nothing but Louis' scent. His mind does not even comprehend that they have halted until Louis' warm hands are on his waist, pulling Harry off of Detyre and placing him on the snow-dusted forest ground.
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Enshire | L.S (edited)
Fanfiction(Fictional a/b/o Elizabethan era-ish au) Being an omega and the fifth in line for the title, the young lord of Chambriath was forced to believe that being wedded to the man of his father's choice and bearing his children was the only purpose of Har...