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Theo growls and bats away Liam’s solicitous hands as the younger boy attempts to help him through the doorway of their new apartment. Not to be outdone, Liam growls right back, and the confrontation swiftly turns into a back-and-forth of them shoving each other further through the living room and down the hallway in a mix of concern and aggression.
“I can stand on my own, dumbass.”
“Well, excuse me for being worried about the fact that you smelled like a burnt chicken wing an hour ago, you asshole.”
“As I said: I’m fine.” Theo shakes Liam’s hand off his upper arm and shoulders open the door to the bedroom, which still contains their unpacked boxes in clusters around the mattress and bedframe that they thankfully set up here last week. The smell of fresh paint wafts off the walls, though it’s quickly being stifled by the layering of the scents of frustration and mixed emotion emanating from both werewolves.
“You always do that. You don’t let me finish taking your pain before you walk off. Or in this case, jump out of the truck when I was still in the middle of parking it.”
“Maybe I just couldn’t stand the smell of you being so g-ddamn horny in the middle of my truck,” Theo shoots back.
Liam opens his mouth to level a defense, when right before his eyes Theo proceeds to strip without shame. First he peels off his ruined white shirt—formerly sopping but now simply damp from having had almost an hour to dry off in the truck—and he chucks it in a corner of the room, then gets to work unbuttoning the fly of his jeans that are stained to hell and back with mud and blood from the healed scrape on his knee where the hunters had dragged him struggling across the asphalt.
Liam decides right then and there it’s not worth quibbling with Theo.
After all, two can play this game.
He knows what Theo’s doing, of course. He knows Theo like the back of his hand or like the scent of home, and he knows that deep down, beneath the mockery of Liam’s arousal back in the hunters’ lair when they were being tortured, Theo was actually just as turned on as he was, and now he’s shooting a smirk at Liam as if daring him to follow through on his unspoken threat to ravage Theo until he’s a quivering, incoherent mess.
“Maybe I wouldn’t be so horny if you didn’t just strip in front of me like that,” Liam says. He lets his voice drop, his tone dipping into that rare rasp that grips his throat when he’s near blind with desire. He takes a step closer, then another step and another, until his hand is wrapped around one of Theo’s wrists before the chimera can continue unzipping his fly.
Theo swallows as he meets the hunger blazing in Liam’s eyes. His irises are swirling, gray reflecting all the complex rainbows of color from the afternoon light from the window and the chimera’s gold pulsing below the surface. Liam traces how the outline of Theo’s throat bobs as he gulps, and Liam lets the corner of his mouth lift in a smirk. It’s only a matter of time before Liam can officially declare his victory.
“What are you doing?” Theo asks hoarsely. “I need to get changed.”
“Yeah,” Liam breathes. He brings his gaze down to rest steadily, purposefully on Theo’s lips which fall open a few millimeters to reveal the pink tip of his tongue. “I think you need to get out of those clothes. Never said anything about getting into new ones, though.”
“You’re—” Theo evidently struggles for words and tries again. “Your shirt is all ripped up and wet.”
“I know.” Liam leans up, fingers still wrapped around Theo’s wrist and tightening his grip there, and darts out his tongue to lick an uneven stripe along the fleshy part of Theo’s bottom lip.
Theo gives a full-body shudder, eyes fluttering and then shooting back open as though just barely managing to retain his composure. “You should…you should do something about your clothes, too.”
“Is that so?” Liam steps forward to press himself flush against the front of Theo’s body, from chest to hips all the way down to their thighs, and wraps his free hand around Theo’s other wrist so now both hands are entrapped and at the beta’s mercy. Theo whispers something, or maybe he whimpers it, but either way it gets lost in the way Liam licks along his bottom lip again and then slips his tongue in the space between Theo’s teeth to stroke him there. Their mouths finally meet in a wet, open-mouthed kiss. Liam’s grip on him tightens and the movement of Theo’s head to get in deeper grows desperate and messy. Liam crosses Theo’s wrists over his chest between them, pressing even closer and deeper, and Theo moans, no longer able to contain himself.
Liam pulls back to allow them both to breathe and Theo sucks in air by the lungful, sounding halfway already to wrecked in Liam’s hold. “I think,” Liam whispers, nipping at Theo’s ear, the flesh at the junction of his neck and jaw, “I think you shouldn’t be worried about my clothes. You should be worried about your clothes.”
Another scrape of Liam’s human canines along the slope of Theo’s shoulder, more aggressive this time, has Theo writhing, but Liam doesn’t let him get far at all.
“You should be worried,” Liam goes on in that same low tone that has chills scuttling up Theo’s spine, “because in the next five minutes I’m going to shred them.”
Theo’s heart jerks in his chest and starts to thud. He can feel the shape of Liam’s mouth stretching into a smile against the skin over his clavicle. Liam darts his tongue out to lave the dip behind his collarbone, then work his way sideways to the hollow of Theo’s throat. Theo lets out a strangled sound, something between wanton and inhuman, and Liam only attacks with more fervor, licking and nipping the tendons in Theo’s neck and proceeding lower and lower down the center of his sternum between his pecs while Theo himself is helpless to move away.
“I don’t know about that,” Theo says breathlessly when he’s recovered enough control of his rapidly melting brain to string his thoughts together. “I don’t—I don’t think you have it in you.”
“I don’t?” Liam says challengingly.
Theo casts him a small smile. “Nah. I don’t think so.”
Liam growls, low in the base of his throat, and Theo’s smile widens into a lopsided smirk. He knows what he’s doing, and Liam knows it, and they both secretly revel in this game, this tug-of-war of gentle insults and mockery that gets them both inevitably more turned on by the second.
“Believe me,” Liam says, “I do.”
Theo tugs his wrists free from Liam’s grip, surprising the beta for a second and managing to escape his hold. He walks backward, only tripping a little bit over his own feet, and beckons with a cocky tilt of his head. “Prove it.”
Liam stalks closer. He mirrors every movement of Theo’s perfectly, following just inches away until Theo’s knees hit the edge of the mattress and he has no choice but to either stop and surrender, or to crawl backwards across the bedspread.
Theo attempts to take control. Tongue darting out to lick over his front teeth seductively, he reaches out and hooks one finger under the thin golden chain that Liam’s taken to wearing around his neck since end of senior year. He pulls, gently at first, then insistently, letting his chemosignals swirl in a storm of unbridled arousal around them as Liam closes the distance between them and crowds him into the bed.
Theo would be falling backward on his ass and scrabbling for balance if not for Liam’s thigh slotting between his legs and his arms circling around his waist to hold him in place. Liam’s hands press and flatten against his bare skin, brands of heat and desire seeping into his pores, and Theo has to bite down viciously on his lip to quell the moan of want at Liam’s display of possessiveness as Liam leans up and mashes their mouths together.
The chimera’s grip on his necklace tightens. Another subvocal growl breaks out of Liam’s chest, heart beating wildly through the flimsy cotton separating his skin from the bare expanse of Theo’s. Theo leans back, panting, and he taunts him, “You like that? Got a thing for chains, Liam?”
But Liam doesn’t deign to give a proper response to that. He snarls, “Shut up,” a primal sound that shoots south to Theo’s dick, and he scoops Theo even closer and lifts him bodily in both arms to grind their groins together and devour his mouth again. All coherent thought falls away from Theo’s brain and at some point his hand releases its grip on Liam’s necklace in his distraction. He winds his fingers instead through the overgrown strands of Liam’s hair, twisting, sliding to the back of his skull. He’s rewarded then by the prick of Liam’s claws popping out against the small of his back, sending thrills of danger and anticipation up his spine.
Theo struggles a bit to keep himself steady. Liam wends one of his hands between them to finish slipping the button out of its hole at the top of Theo’s jeans, and he shoves them down without ceremony, letting Theo wriggle around to finish the job as they both continue making out. The room fills with the wet and desperate sounds of their tongues meeting and the two boys breathing together. Theo is loath to let go, even though their proximity makes it that much more difficult to step out of his pants and kick them to the side. When he finally succeeds in his task without breaking away from Liam for more than a second, the beta erupts in a wordless little cheer, and Theo then has to pull back and drop his head on Liam’s shoulder to hide his grin at the cuteness of the sound. Though he can’t see the beta’s expression, he’s almost positive Liam is rolling his eyes.
Liam takes the reprieve as an opportunity to shove down his own pants and boxers. Theo decides to be helpful and rucks up his t-shirt for him by the hem. Liam struggles to beat him to it, and in the process they both pull at the bottom of the shirt in opposite directions. An ominous tearing sound aborts their mission.
“Oops,” Theo whispers snarkily against Liam’s lips.
Liam definitely rolls his eyes again this time and discards the remains of his shirt over his shoulder where it hits the wall and slides down to the carpet to join the rest of the mess. “I said I was gonna rip your clothes.”
“Told you you didn’t have it in you.”
“Maybe I didn’t destroy your clothes,” Liam says, low and breathless mere millimeters from Theo’s mouth, “but I sure as hell can destroy you.”
Theo’s not proud of the high-pitched whimper that escapes him at the sound of Liam’s promise.
“Up, up,” Liam commands him. Both his hands are back in their original places at the small of Theo’s back. Theo gladly hops on, wrapping his legs around Liam’s waist. Liam wastes no time in grinding their erections together, his bare cock seeking friction against the cotton of Theo’s boxers that are tented by his own dick. Theo squeezes his legs to draw his boyfriend in closer. The stimulation is driving him mad. They both pant with the insanity of their desire. Liam decides to finally get to work on him, and he drops Theo backward onto the mattress so Theo bounces off the covers and loses sense of where he is for a minute.
Not wasting another second, Liam attacks Theo’s chest and stomach with his lips and tongue. He kisses and licks and bites a haphazard trail across and down the chimera’s torso. Theo yelps and jerks as the cold metal of Liam’s chain grazes across his skin. That gives Liam pause. Slowly, Theo can feel the self-satisfied smirk pull Liam’s lips upward against the sweat-sheened surface of his abs.
“Like that, huh?” Liam murmurs. When all Theo can produce in reply is a strangled cry, Liam grips his hips between bruising fingers and uses his teeth around the waistband of Theo’s boxers to pull them down and free his dick. As Liam ghosts a warm breath over the head of Theo’s cock, he repeats his question. “I said: do you like that, honey?”
“Yeah. Yes. Yes,” Theo babbles. Because Liam is doing it again, leaning in and dipping his head down strategically so the chain around his neck drags across Theo’s overheated skin, a jolting contrast of icy metal where he’s burning for the touch of Liam’s fingertips.
Liam quickly formulates an effective technique. Where the tip of his chain leaves goosebumps up and down Theo’s torso, he chases it down with the flaming touch of his lips. Theo can just imagine now what Liam’s mouth must look like, reddened and plump from all their kissing and from worshiping Theo’s body like this.
“Liam. Oh, G-d,” Theo cries out.
“Thought you were an atheist,” Liam quips.
“Shut up. That joke is lousy and old and I—” Theo’s retort gets cut off with a strangled whimper as Liam takes the tip of his dick in his mouth. The rest of Theo’s thought process trails off in a senseless repetition of oh G-d, oh G-d, yes, G-d, please as Liam gently and thoroughly takes him apart.
“Stay down,” Liam orders him. He uses one forearm to bar Theo’s hips from bucking up. When Theo’s hands inevitably wander down to thread through Liam’s hair, Liam pulls off Theo’s cock again with a pop and levels a glare up at Theo. “No hands. Keep your hands above your head.”
“But—”
“I said—” Liam rips the rest of Theo’s boxers down and off his legs, then falls forward to drape his full weight over Theo’s body and pin his wrists down to the pillow on either side of his head. “I said, keep your hands away and above your head.” He ruts against Theo relentlessly as Theo can do nothing but meet his thrusts with helpless little jerks, chasing the measly friction of their bare cocks together, almost sobbing whenever Liam’s dick slides to the side and glides across the dip in the V of his hips instead.
Liam leans upward to apply more pressure on his hold on Theo’s wrists. The ceiling begins to spin above his head from the influx of pleasure and Liam’s overwhelming presence surrounding him.
“Now,” Liam murmurs, “are you going to be good and keep still for me?”
Theo can’t help himself. “You know I’ve never been good.”
“Theo,” Liam warns him, syllables rough with the threat of fangs about to spring from his gums.
“You’d have to tie me down to make sure I stay still for you,” Theo pants, mocking him, trying to bring his signature smirk back onto his face, but even he’s self-aware enough to know that the sweat beading on his brow and the flush of his sheeks show that he’s a lost cause. That he’s not the one in control here—and that behind his words, Liam can hear him begging to be dominated.
Liam shakes his head with a knowing smirk pulled up over a single sharpened canine. His eyes flash amber, the color bleeding from the inner ring of his pupils to the outside in that flood of heat and power that always hits Theo in his gut just right.
“You gonna stay still long enough for me to actually tie you down, or you gonna fight me on that, too?” he lisps with a fanged smile.
Theo shivers. He almost forgets to answer, until Liam pinches his side none too gently between the tips of two claws. Theo yelps. Then stammers out: “Well. Why don’t you find out?”
Liam takes him up instantly on the challenge. He rolls off Theo, bouncing off the mattress, and roots around in one of the boxes buried behind the others on the far side of the room. Theo’s brow furrows and he creaks upright, leaning back on his elbows, too confused for a moment to do much else besides watch his half-naked boyfriend search for whatever it is he’s looking for.
Theo can’t help but burst into a full-blown laugh when Liam approaches the bed again with silver chainlinks wrapped around his hands.
Liam frowns. “Why are you laughing?”
“Are you serious right now? Actual chains? You know that was a metaphor, right?”
The next thing he knows, Liam is crowding Theo backward on the bed, the chainlinks clinking in his palms as he leans down on his fists and hovers fully over the chimera. “I’m a werewolf, sweetheart,” Liam says. “What werewolf doesn’t have chains for the full moon?”
“Are you actually serious?” Theo gapes up at him, still disbelieving. In the several months they’ve been dating and the few that they’ve been living together, not once has Liam broken out any chains during the full moon. It’s become their ritual, in fact, to have a run through the Preserve on that night, fully wolfed out and free.
Liam leans down into Theo’s space and breathes, hot and heavy across his face. He counters, “Are you actually laughing at me?”
Theo gulps and takes a long moment to respond. In that span of time, Liam captures one of his hands and pulls it upward toward the top railing of the headboard on their metal bed frame. He goes slowly enough that Theo could break away or shove him off if he wanted to, yet at the same time his movements are decisive, without hesitation, letting Theo know that he can and will restrain him with these chains if he wants to.
Theo’s heart begins to stutter at the first cold touch of the links around his wrist, binding it to the railing. “N-no,” he breathes at last. A belated and near nonsensical reply to Liam’s demand.
“Pretty sure you were laughing at me.” Liam doubles and tightens the loop. The rattle of the links as they twist into place has Theo’s dick jumping against his stomach. He shuts his eyes, almost humiliated at how much this is turning him on, despite how much he was clearly begging for it a minute ago. Liam’s breathy chuckle fills his ears—taunting him, mocking him—and Theo bites back a whine as the sound makes him grow even painfully harder.
Theo gives a token struggle from underneath Liam’s body. Liam simply drops his weight on the center of Theo’s chest, laughing again and licking little stripes up the side of Theo’s cheek like he finds the whole ruse cute. Only seconds pass, and Liam is already grabbing Theo’s other wrist and binding it the way he did with the first one. Padlocks click into place. Miniscule gestures of security that could easily be broken by Theo with a single shift if he wanted to—no wolfsbane present or anything preventing him from engaging his supernatural strength—but still, the kinkiness and the pure domination of the situation are not lost on him.
“Don’t hide. Open your eyes, babe,” Liam whispers.
After a moment, Theo obeys. He blinks. Liam is staring down at him with a burning light in his eyes like he’s simultaneously going to declare his love for him and go down and devour him. It shouldn’t make sense, the way they can lock eyes with such a torment of heat and devotion at the same time, but it’s them, and it does, and Theo has long learned not to question it.
“Let me know if it hurts,” Liam tells him.
“Trust me,” Theo says under his breath. “I want it to.”
“Theo…” Liam pauses and fixes him with a warning look.
“It’s my pain kink talking, not my shitty self-esteem, G-d, Liam,” Theo says with a roll of his eyes.
Liam slaps his pec with the back of his hand. Theo gasps a little at the contact, enjoying the slight sting and the way Liam refrains from soothing it.
“Then you better hold on, because I’m not holding back,” Liam warns him. And tacks on, sassy and just on the edge of mean: “Sweetheart.”
“Jesus,” Theo groans.
Liam makes quick work of prepping Theo with the new bottle of lube he retrieved from one of the top boxes. Theo doesn’t even have the coherence to poke fun at how swiftly Liam was able to retrieve it—he knows there’s a joke about horndogs and canine breeds in there, but all thoughts have flown from his brain, leaving him a spluttering mess as the slightly uncomfortable chill of Liam’s lubed-up fingers scissor him open and thrust into him relentlessly.
Liam is teasing him without mercy as he opens Theo’s hole. He runs the knuckles of his clean hand up and down the side of Theo’s dick, never getting quite close enough to satisfy Theo. He knows exactly what he’s doing to the chimera. Revels in it, in fact, as he glances up with flared eyes again and sees Theo’s eyes shut in bliss and his near-shifted teeth biting down on his bottom lip to keep all the embarrassing sounds inside.
“Stop that,” Liam orders him. Theo’s eyes snap open at the commanding tone. “Don’t bite your lip. Let it out. I wanna hear you…want to hear all of you.”
He punctuates his demand with a well-timed thrust of his third finger inward, making Theo lose his grip on his lip with the inertia of the movement. Theo’s fingers are trembling as they grapple for purchase on the chains pinning him to the bed frame. Liam pulls out and thrusts in again, searching, twisting, and Theo’s entire body shakes with a cry that he can’t suppress. He jerks on the chains and his dick jumps against the soft and merciless touch of Liam’s other hand at its base.
“There,” Liam murmurs, satisfied.
“There. There, G-d, there,” Theo moans.
Liam swiftly pulls his fingers out. With practiced efficiency, he lubes himself up and lines up with Theo’s hole. Theo’s so keyed up from the anticipation, his vision almost whiting out already from expecting the kind of wild pleasure that Liam will give him, that he writhes against the mattress. His struggling prompts Liam to seize him by the hips with another warning snarl and then, slowly but steadily, not pausing to let either of them breathe, push his cock inside Theo.
Theo rambles broken variations of G-d and Liam’s name as Liam keeps going, filling him up, splitting him open, keeping him right where he wants him to be with that clawed grip around his hips and not giving Theo rest.
It seems almost an eternity later when Liam has fully seated himself inside Theo. Even the beta isn’t unaffected. A shudder runs through his body, and he falls on his elbows on either side of Theo’s torso, the heat of his skin blazing against the chimera’s and the pounding of his heart syncing up to match the wild canter of Theo’s. Theo breathes in and out rapidly through his nose. Liam does the same. “G-d, Theo, G-d,” Liam speaks brokenly into his ear, and that’s all Theo needs to hear to know that his boyfriend feels just as untethered as he is right now.
Liam regains his composure soon enough to pull back and push back in. The rough glide of his cock in and out of Theo’s ass, lubed up as they might be, squeezes an obscene moan from Theo’s throat. By habit, he chomps down again on his lip to contain himself, to hang on to some modicum of shame as Liam rocks back and forth inside him.
“Don’t do that,” Liam growls. “Let me hear you. I want to hear every moan. I want to know when I make you scream.”
“You won’t,” Theo snarks back, because he might be chained up and pinned down right now by a werewolf about to fuck his brains out, but at his core he’s still an asshole.
Liam lets out some inhuman sound in reply. He leans down even closer to slide his lips against Theo’s, drink up any sound of protest between their mouths. Theo’s slowly but steadily losing his grip on reality as Liam fucks into him with increasing urgency and licks behind his teeth with messy, devouring strokes. Theo will never tire of the taste of Liam. The scent of him, too, the pheromones of pure arousal emanating from him and tangling with the smell of Theo’s mad desperation.
Theo jerks as the edge of Liam’s necklace slides down his clavicle and hangs between them, brushing intermittently along his chest. Theo knows from experience—that one time Liam fucked him from behind in front of a mirror—that when he gets all worked up like this, there is a red rash that spreads all the way from his belly to his neck and shoulders, and Liam will be eager to lap up the color across his skin. And now, more than ever, Theo is losing it, suspended between the icy brush of the chain over his clavicle and nipple and the consuming heat of Liam inside him and all around him.
Sure enough, Liam shifts his head downward far enough to lick patternless trails of saliva up and down his collarbones, just the way he always likes to do. Theo whimpers from the loss of contact with his dick between their bodies. He jerks and pulls at the chains, earning another pinch of the beta’s claws in the soft spots between his hips.
Then Liam shifts back upward, and something about the way he moves has his cock scraping across that spot inside Theo that has him seeing colors. He screams.
“Found it,” Liam says with a grin full of fangs.
He hovers over Theo, filling his vision with waves of unkempt hair and sweat rolling down from Liam’s brow onto his skin below. The chain swings wildly between them.
“Liam,” Theo sobs. He wants to hold on to Liam, just wind his arms around his boyfriend’s back and hang on for dear life as Liam fucks him to the edge of unconsciousness.
“Told you you’d need to hang on,” Liam quips with a tilt of his head. He leans down closer until he’s draped completely over Theo’s torso and the friction of their bodies is just enough to stimulate Theo’s weeping cock.
When he notices Theo straining at the chains binding his wrists, Liam shakes his head. “Not with your hands. With your teeth.”
It takes Theo a minute to get it. When he does, he realizes that the chain necklace is dangling at the perfect height above him. Tamping down his utter humiliation at the position, Theo tilts his chin up and latches onto the chain between his teeth.
“That’s it. That’s a good boy,” Liam praises him. His breath comes short from the exertion of fucking into Theo at an angle. He shifts again, and presses in as deep as he can go, driving Theo’s legs to curl up and around Liam’s waist.
“Liam, Liam,” Theo mumbles incoherently around the metal in his mouth. Liam rewards him with a sharp thrust to his prostate and begins to nail it on every push into him. In a matter of seconds, he has Theo writhing and screaming again, yanking on the binds at his wrists and the chain around Liam’s neck. Liam winces once from the pressure on his nape and then buries the tip of his nose in the side of Theo’s stubbled cheek.
A single swipe from the tip of Liam’s tongue up his jaw, timed with another jolt against his prostate, has Theo wailing as he comes. The chain drops from his mouth and he pants, eyes screwed shut and his chest heaving, dick twitching as it spurts hot come between their bellies, and Theo moans a broken iteration of Liam’s name.
“Not done yet,” Liam warns him, just as breathless. “Gonna keep fucking you. G-d, you look so beautiful all tied up like this. All mine.”
He punctuates his last words with deep thrusts into Theo. He gathers the chimera up in his arms, hands locked behind Theo’s back to press them together even closer, so intimately, as he chases his own climax, that tantalizing promise of the freefall from a cliff of pleasure.
Theo is near tears by the time Liam’s thrusts speed up and he’s evidently close. He wants to tell Liam it’s too much, but he loves it, every second of the overstimulation and the way Liam completely overwhelms him.
Finally Liam shudders above him, and the quaking of his body travels from his skin to Theo’s as he holds the chimera that much closer to his chest and presses hot, feather-light kisses to the side of his neck. Theo returns the affection as best he can, still unable to move his hands but ghosting his lips over Liam’s cheek and brow when the beta pulls back far enough for him to reach.
Liam simply stares down at him for a moment of silence, their eyes meeting in a tangle of emotions.
Theo nudges the back of Liam’s ass with his heel. “Ow,” he says with a punched-out laugh.
Liam replies with a chuckle of his own. “Good ow?”
Theo rolls his eyes. “What d’you think?”
“You’re such a brat,” Liam tells him with a light tweak of his fingers around one of Theo’s nipples. Slowly he eases himself out of Theo, and they both sigh in tandem at the sight and the feeling of his warm come slipping out of his ass.
Theo wrinkles his nose at the same time that Liam leans back on his haunches and says, “Hot. That’s hot.”
“It’s sticky,” Theo complains.
Liam slaps the inside of his thigh with a palm and soothes the burn afterward with a fleeting kiss. With his other hand, he toys with the drops of semen dripping from Theo’s hole. “I say it’s hot,” he reiterates, and his tone says there will be no more argument about it.
“Think I can get out now?” asks Theo.
“Why, you gonna shove me off?”
“No, I wanna cuddle you, you dick.”
Liam grins, blinding and sunny and full of love. He snaps the first padlock in one swift jerk, then the second. “You love my dick.”
“Yeah. And you’re a dick.”
“Mm. What did I say about brats?” Liam hums.
“I dunno, you didn’t really leave my brain much room for cognitive function, babe,” Theo says sardonically.
“I think I just proved that brats get tied down and shown what’s good for them,” Liam says. Still, his words are belied by the way he opens up his arms and welcomes Theo into them as the chimera leans up on his knees and falls into his embrace. Liam catches him and holds him there with his supernatural strength, not once letting them wobble on the bed. He leans back against the wall and spreads his legs so Theo can curl up in his lap and let their naked bodies meld into one another in the afterglow.
“Y’know, if we’re counting the number of times who’s been a brat, I’m pretty sure you’d win,” Theo mutters against the side of his neck.
Liam hums inquisitively. “Really.”
“Yeah. You threw a temper tantrum and broke out of wolfsbane chains just because you couldn’t jump me in front of the hunters,” Theo says.
Liam rolls his eyes. “Yeah, so what’re you gonna do about it?”
Theo presses his mouth even closer against the delicious tang of Liam’s skin so the beta can feel the curve of his forming smile. “Maybe you’ll get a dose of your own medicine next time.”
“Good luck catching me.”
“Don’t need luck,” Theo quips. “Already got you right where I need you to be.”