Harry stilled, when Draco’s hand gripped at his neck, moving him so it was fully on display under his lusting gaze.
“You can still change your mind,” Draco murmured against Harry’s skin, fresh breath creating goosebumps along Harry’s back.
“No,” Harry shook his head slightly, more whining than anything else. “I want it.”
He felt Draco smiling against his ear. “Once you do this, beware that you’re mine forever.”
How could Harry forget that?
Draco Malfoy coming to his Veela heritage had been a surprise for everyone. Mostly, it had affected Harry, who Draco had chosen – consciously or unconsciously, Harry still had difficulties in understanding this part – to be his mate for life. It was more than a simple engagement, bigger even than a wedding: Harry had thought nothing could’ve tied two people together like a marriage, but he’d needed Draco sodding Malfoy to discover he was wrong on all fronts.
Harry was Draco’s mate. He just needed to receive Draco’s bite to make it completely official.
“I want it,” Harry repeated, moving closer to Draco’s tall, strong body, wishing they could’ve melted together in a single soul, a single heartbeat.
Draco inhaled over Harry’s pulse on his neck, kissing it one, two, three times. “I love you,” he whispered, almost imperceptible over the sound of the rain outside, before breaking the skin and linking his life to Harry’s forever.