𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 ⸙

1.43𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

One kiss had the promise of leading to more, especially when the boys kissed on the bed, alone, and with the bedroom door permanently shut with a newly installed lock.

Zayn was still on top of Liam with one hand in his brown wavy hair, and the other gripping Liam's chin.

He kissed Liam tenderly at first, but each time their lips rubbed together, Zayn kissed a little deeper, and a little hungrier.

Liam followed Zayn's lead. The kissing made him hot underneath Zayn, despite being cold only minutes earlier.

His hands, scared to explore at first, but the longer they kissed and the further he fell into a pit of affection, the more comfortable Liam felt, and his hands soon moved from Zayn's broad shoulders and to his back, feeling muscles moving under the fabric of his t-shirt.

Soon, their kissing deepened until their noses squished together and their foreheads often gently clashed.

Liam was losing himself in Zayn's warmth, his taste, his touch. When Zayn moved to his neck, kissing deeply and softly nipping his skin, Liam gripped the fabric of Zayn's t-shirt, falling further until lust engulfed him.

Then Zayn growled.

Liam felt it vibrate through his chest, a low rumble from the back of Zayn's throat. Amidst the passion, Liam couldn't stop a snort of amusement.

"What's- funny?" Zayn mumbled between kisses. Zayn's lips were on him, but Liam couldn't stop thinking about the noise he made.

"You just growled like an actual dog"

"You made me growl." Zayn kissed along his neck, wanting Liam to get back in the zone, so he tried kissing Liam's lips again.

Liam laughed against him. "Sorry" he said with a smile when Zayn pulled back to look at him. "It's the first time I've seen that- that wolfy-ness."

"Wolfy-ness," Zayn repeated.

"It's easy to forget that you're a werewolf."

"You'll see my wolf again one day soon, then you won't think that."

"One day soon."

Zayn pinched his round cheeks. "I don't want you to feel even more ill."

"Me neither. I -I just need a few more days."

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Dinner times came soon, and Liam was not only anxious about sitting in a room full of werewolves, he was anxious about going to the annual meeting.

More people would stare, and Zayn's annoyance would grow.

Liam hoped Zayn would keep his cool. From what he heard about the meeting from Solana, Zayn had to keep his allies happy.

"We're leaving in an hour, so you boys better get changed after you've eaten" Solana said, sitting opposite Liam and Zayn at the table.

Solana was already changed. Her grey hair was curled into a neat bun, tied with a black ribbon. She wore a long black velvet dress with laced sleeves down to her wrist. She wore deep red lipstick and mascara. Solana had smile lines, small creases at the corners of her eyes, and an ageing neck, but her cheeks were as smooth as if she were only in her twenties. "You'll be pleased to know that I've assigned Baela as Liam's guard for tonight."

"I'll be his guard," Zayn grunted.

"You might not always be with him. You'll have to speak to-"