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Hermione yawned, stretching her arms overhead. Her shirt ran up; exposing her bare skin, and the freckles that were sprawled across her rib cage. She felt a weight on her thighs and glanced down. "Again, Alpha?" She mused, tracing circles with her fingers on his maw. His throat rumbled with a response, as he scooted up to pin her beneath his massive frame; and nuzzled her stomach with his snout, before sniffing and running his sand-papery tongue over her skin.
She pushed at his head, as his ears leaned back. “You know it’s too early to tell-“
He bared his teeth at her, his canines glistening with the saliva.
He hadn’t let her out of his sight since they’d returned from camp; their necks ravaged with the claiming bite, and his arm ever about her shoulders or tucked around her waist. It took only a moment for the other members of the pack to smell the air and taste their entwined scents on their tongue.
There was new deference towards her, and the others hurried to do her will. Hermione paid them little mind; though she was touched when a beta, Hannah, pressed a knotted wad of four-leaf clovers into her hand. “I thought you could use them,” she’d explained, her nose turning pink. “They’re useful in potions, aren’t they? Or teas.”
They’d shared a smile, and Hermione had resolved to make her a friend.
Dolohov had been seen with a dainty wolf by his side, with rumors that it was Esme. Since the wolf refused to catch her eye, Hermione thought it to be true; though when she’d asked Fenrir, he’d nipped her ear and told her to leave the matter alone. “An alpha has to discipline, little one.” He’d murmured, smoothing his tongue over her skin. Shivering, she’d asked if that included her.
He’d smirked and buried his face against her neck; caressing her gland with his mouth. He’d parted his lips and sank his canines into it; making her keen, regardless of the others about them. They’d known to keep their eyes away from their Alpha and his mate, even as he pulled her into his lap, and made her writhe against his erection. His hand had slipped beneath her shirt and pawed at her breast; rubbing and teasing her nipples until she’d been lost in his hold and demanded that he fuck her.
And he did; turning her aside and yanking his jeans down so she could ride astride him. He'd pulled out before he could knot her and chuckled at her cute wails of frustration. “No, little one.” He’d murmured, before standing and bringing her with him; her arms about his shoulders and legs about his waist, while he slipped his fingers inside her, and pumped them in and out of her. “You know I’ll need to prepare you.”
And he did, he always did; their tent filled with a salve that let him knot her without pain. As ruthless as Fenrir was known throughout the forest to be, he wouldn't turn against her; his little mate.
As it was, the thought consumed him as he tried to pup her; impatiently stalking through the village, while waiting to see if her bleeding came. He took it as a personal affront if it came; her blood staining their sheets red and making her whimper as she curled into a ball. Hannah brought her steaming teas and chatted with her about the pups that whined for Hermione to teach them more reading and writing lessons and the newly mated couples that had happened when a visiting clan had triggered ruts and heats amongst the unmated. The first time Hannah had visited, Fenrir had interrupted their tea by storming into the tent, with a look that was purely that of a predator.
“Fenrir?” Hermione raised her brow. “What-“
"Leave." He'd jerked his head toward the door, insistent that Hannah got the message; before focusing back on his mate. He’d stripped the sheets down, before placing her legs over his shoulders and lapped at her cunt with his greedy, warm tongue. He made her writhe with determined strokes of his tongue, ruthlessly holding back her thrashing thighs as he made her come with his mouth.
"What was that for?" She'd panted, her cheeks were bright pink and flushed.
“Do you feel better?” He’d asked and brought his hand to his mouth; wiping away the smeared blood with the back of his hand. She’d blinked at his question (still boneless from her orgasm) before leaning upward and wrapping her arms about his neck; tugging him down toward her.
“I do, you silly alpha,” she replied, kissing his mouth with hers. Her blood was tangy on his tongue and metallic; as she took his tongue into her mouth, regardless of it all. Their tongues danced, and teeth clashed until they were both panting, and he placed his hands on her pelvis; spreading his calloused fingers and kneaded her skin. She broke away from his mouth and studied his burning, dark eyes. "But what was that for, Fenrir?"
“You were hurting,” he said simply. “Something I won’t allow, little one.”
“So you decided fucking me would help?” Her lips perked into a smile, her pearly whites peeping through, and amusement was thick in her tone. He nuzzled his face against her neck in reply; tickling her gland with his tongue.
“Mhm. Not with this,” he rolled his hips against hers, his erection prodding against her thigh. “But with my mouth,” he drew a long strip over her gland with his tongue, leaving a trail of saliva on her skin. She shivered, before slowly, purposefully parting her legs.
“We could-“ his head lifted, and eyes considered hers. “If you’re gentle, Alpha.” She said softly. “No knotting or leaving bruises again.” She gave him a mock frown of disapproval, and he smirked.
“Have you missed me, Hermione?”
He rolled on his back, taking her with him. He placed her on top of him, cradling her with one arm about her waist, and the other pushing her shirt upward. She went without a bra; her nipples swollen, and sensitive from her courses. “Poor little one,” he clucked his tongue, fondling her breast; and flicking her nipple between his long fingers. “Poor, little mate. So needy for me.”
She made a noise in the back of her throat, before rubbing her sopping cunt against his bare stomach. She had been wanting him; her body craving his touch, as much as he told her he delighted in hers. She bit her lip as she settled back on his thighs and felt his erection against her folds. She lifted her hips and eased the tip of him inside her; before moaning brokenly. “P-Please, Fenrir-“
He knew what she wanted, no, what she needed.
He'd taken her then; cooing as he filled her with his cock and fondled her breasts with his hand. She was the best mate, he told her, the most stubborn and challenging girl he’d ever known; yet the one he loved most.
The only one he’d mated and wanted to stay beside him.
He'd fucked her tenderly, but without mercy, as he slipped his hand down to her clit, and fingered her; making her gasp, and buck against him with arousal. He'd been pleased with her eagerness and made her orgasm with his fingers alone; before bringing her to orgasm again, with his cock inside her and his lips suckling on her breast. He hadn't pulled out before he knotted her; instead turning her so she was on all fours, and slathered her cunt with salve, before knotting and unloading his seed inside of her. He'd read from her own books that he'd acquired for her; treatises on their kind, accounts of their breeding and mating cycles, and healer's books on their anatomy, that her fertility was increased when she was amid her courses. She'd struggled against him until he'd taken her chin and turned her head toward him; before forcing his tongue between her lips and had her swallow his hormone-filled saliva. She'd begged him for his knot then and gone as weak as a kitten when he continued to fuck her; his arms wrapped around her waist and held her flush against him.
Afterward, he'd laid with her on their sides, spooning her and licking at her face and her neck, until her skin was wet from his ministrations. "Fenrir?" She'd mumbled, and he'd cocked his head.
“Do you love me?”
He'd kissed her nose, and his chest vibrated as he purred. “You know that I do.”
And now he lay atop her, his weight as a wolf enough to make her unable to move beneath her. She kissed beneath his eye and watched as his aggressiveness lessened. With the coming of the full moon, he’d taken his wolf form more and more; antsy with protectiveness, and impatience for her to be pupped. He’d taken to waking her with his sniffing and lapping at her stomach; insisting that he taste her scent and see if it’d changed.
She was starting to wonder how he’d be when she was pregnant; her thoughts beginning to weigh the facts that he might not let her out of bed, and definitely not out of his sight for sure. Her body was beginning to grow needy for his attention; an ache settling between her legs, and in her chest when he wasn’t inside of her. She’d confessed to Hannah, who’d told her that it would lessen after she’d had her first litter. “Though, I haven’t seen a pair like you,” Hannah had admitted earnestly. “It might not.” Hermione had groaned, and her friend had cheerfully snickered.
Mating between alphas and betas wasn’t impossible; as Fenrir had told her. His own great-grandfather had chosen to mate with a beta, as unpopular as the choice had been. She’d become pregnant after several ruts; eventually having twins, though the pregnancy had been a difficult one. Betas, though not as fertile, as omegas did have pups; though it seemed that they encountered more infertility when mated to an alpha.
“I wonder why,” Hermione mused. The records were scanty; though she’d heard of another clan with several alpha/beta couples and written to them. She hadn’t told Fenrir, but felt a pang of disappointment when she had her courses; and found herself spending more and more time with the kilting’s that she gave lessons to, and heard from her tent as they played in the village.
She felt his cold nose against her cheek and found her eyes flicking back to his. "Please," she keened as he licked her cheek, before taking advantage of her parted lips. “Shift for me, Fen-“
He snaked his tongue into her mouth and licked at her gums; coating the inside of her mouth with the taste of him. She felt drool trickle down her throat, and mutely protested; his paws heavy on her shoulders. He was insistent that all of her be soaked with his scent, as he continued his grooming sessions, and pleasured her with his tongue; regardless of his form. She shifted beneath him, and he let go of her mouth; drawing his head back and sweeping his gaze over her. She felt heat building inside her; and her cheeks flushed as he sniffed the air, before giving her a predatory smirk.
She wiggled beneath him, trying to turn on her side; as he easily laid on top of her, and kept her from moving. “I’ve found the matter to be simple,” a human voice purred into her ear. Her human - naked - mate moved to spoon her from the side and groped her breast in his hand. “If I keep you knotted and in bed, your body will have to take my seed, no, little one?”
She shivered at the sound of his voice; rough and gravelly, and unlike any other sound in the world, to her. “I - ah -“ she parted her legs, unrepentantly eager for his thick fingers. They were long and thicker than her own; able to curl just right inside of her. “My research would agree-“
“With me? Yes.” He kissed her earlobe, before catching it between his teeth. He was shameless about having her; the same way he was shameless about looking through her things. “Really, you shouldn’t leave your notes out for anyone to see.” He chuckled, before suckling on her earlobe, making her keen. “Unless you wanted me to see your calculations about how many times I should knot you, sweetheart?”
She groaned as his fingers opened her slit, and he probed his fingertips inside of her. She was wet and aroused by his teasing; and she licked her lips, as she felt his erection press against her bottom. “Maybe I did,” she murmured, wriggling against him. “Maybe I wanted to give you some ideas, Alpha.”
He growled and abandoned her ear lobe, instead peppering her neck with open mouth kisses and harsh nips. He adored it when she wanted him, and hardened at the thought of having her on all fours, and helpless beneath him. He rolled his hips against hers, his velvety shaft caressing her cunt. "What do you say, Hermione?"
His hand gripped her hip, as the other wiggled its fingers inside of her. She closed her eyes; her cheeks deepening in color. “Please,” she said, wanting nothing more than for him to fill her with his cock, and pup her. “Take me Fenrir, knot me.” They both whimpered as he pushed his cock inside of her, beside his greedy fingers. He knew that she could take him; as aroused as she was because of his pheromones and reached for the salve beside their bed.
They both knew he would knot her, over and over again.
He began to thrust inside of her, loving the sounds as she began to pant; her cunt wet and welcoming him. She was perfect for him, and perfect for their pack, as he'd observed her with the kitlings, and as she began to study more and more how to heal the others. He gave her a sloppy lick across her collarbone; tasting the sweat dripping down her skin, as he started to take her in earnest.
“Please, please-“
He kissed her nose and chuckled. "Please," he imitated; his breath warm against her skin, and soon they were both warm; impossibly, and wonderfully warm as they became one.