WIP Sunday ⛓️🌹

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(FINE! You can have a little taste 😘)

Theo grunts against the stronghold of Liam’s grip. His arousal was slowly building from the young werewolf’s closeness. His intoxicating scent filled Theo’s nostrils. The roughness of Liam’s hand teased him, leaving him wanting more. “You sure you’re not the one who likes it?” Theo chuckles. “That your switchblade in your pocket, Liam, or does this excite you that much?” He throws him a playful wink and finishes with, “Don’t worry. I can keep a secret.”

Liam’s eyebrow quirks in a silent twitch before he pulls out said knife and presses it to the cocky chimera’s smooth throat. The smile disappears from Theo’s mouth and he’s gulping around the sharp edge, a gasp threatening to escape from his mouth.

“You mean this one?” He says it so casually like he’s not an inch from puncturing Theo’s carotid artery.

“W-what are you doing with that?” Theo breathes out. He sucks in a gasp as he feels the rough glide of the blade slide down his throat, the cool metal grazing his skin in a slow and tantalizing path. He could feel his pants tightening by the minute, his fingers curling against his jeans. “Liam?”

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Fuck it Friday! ⛓️🌹

He’s met with an eerie silence as he opens the door to the basement. Taking the stairs two at a time, his heart stops cold when he reaches the bottom before picking up a frenzied pace. He scans the room, his eyes darting left and right and everywhere. The bucket of water he left for Theo was tipped over in a disarray and the mattress was damp with moisture. Red-tinted handcuffs hung from the metal shelving, unattached to a certain chimera.

Theo was gone.

Liam pulled at the strands of his blonde hair in a panic. Now, not only was Mason missing, but so was Theo. He spins around, hoping this was just his imagination. The window was still boarded, untouched and the door had been locked. Where the hell was Theo?

Panic turns into anger at Theo for escaping. A growl erupts from his chest loudly and a snarl passes his lips. His eyes shine brightly in the dark before Liam crashes a strong fist into the thick plaster by the stairs, seething heavily. A quick inhale tells him that it hasn’t been long since Theo left. His scent, however faint, still carried a powerful waft under Liam’s nostrils. He leaves the house, hot on the chimera’s trail.

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WIP Wednesday ⛓️🌹

Liam bunches the shirt up in his hands. He pauses, saying, “I’m not letting you go until everyone is safe, so you better get talking, Theo.”

“Bite me!” he seethes, eyes flickering over Liam’s exposed chest.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it? The bite? You want in Scott’s pack?” Theo’s eyes slit at the accusation. “That’s why you built your own.” His jaw tightens, refusing to answer, focusing more rather on the slow process of healing. All he could do was lie there, helpless. Liam lets out a growl of frustration, leaning toward Theo. “You don’t feel like talking? Fine.” He shoves the crumpled-up tee into Theo’s mouth, jamming it past his pearly teeth. Theo’s noise of complaint is muffled, silenced with anything else he wants to say. Theo didn’t want to talk. Well, Liam will make sure he doesn’t have a choice in the matter. With the pain he’s about to inflict, it’ll be good to keep a tight lid on his screams. “How do you feel about talking after I’m done with you.”

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