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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
3,687
Reviews:
7
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Currently Reading:
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Thanks to Kathy Rose for beta reading this monster.
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\"Don't try to deny it,\" Sirius chided Remus as he plucked at the werewolf's wiry chest hair. \"You've wanted her ever since she was sorted into Gryffindor."
His eyes remained closed, yet Remus couldn't help but smirk. \"Think what you like, Sirius,\" he murmured sleepily, unwilling to discuss the matter further. "And what about Peter? Don't you think he would mind if we started shagging his ex-girlfriend senseless?"
\"She's perfect,\" Sirius continued, plucking his lover's nipple. "Peter and Corinthia broke up last year. That's plenty of time to mend a broken heart."
Opening his eyes, Remus glared at his lover pointedly. \"I'm not interested in another lover, Sirius."
Sirius smirked. "Yes, you are."
Remus snorted.
\"You said she was receptive and untouched.\" Sirius jumped up and straddled him, waving his hands in an aristocratic manner.
"I said no such thing,\" Remus denied, pushing his lover off and sitting up in bed.
\"I was there, Moony. I could smell her too." Sirius rolled over and pouted.
Closing his eyes, Remus shuddered and remembered.
When he had woken after the last full moon, a scent wafted on his consciousness -- feminine innocence in the guise of their former classmate, Corinthia Masters. Apprehension lanced through his gut as he wondered how her scent had come to linger in his memory.
"Relax, Remus." Sirius smoothed his hand down his back. "She's fine. Nothing happened. I was able to distract you."
Sighing in relief, Remus turned around and grabbed his lover's hand. "What was she doing there? How "“"
"I have no idea," Sirius said softly. "It wasn't as though I could stop and ask her."
Full moons always exhausted him and he normally spent a few days recovering. Running his hand over the scar on Sirius' shoulder, Remus sighed. "I'm sorry," he whispered, rubbing his cheek against the red welt.
\"I could smell her innocence, too,\" Sirius growled softly, grasping Remus' hand and sucking his fingers into his mouth. "That's the benefit of having canine senses. She wants you, Remus. She's the one, the woman you need.\"
Remus closed his eyes and gave himself over to the sensations Sirius had stoked within him. His mind wandered and he pictured the woman Sirius had chosen for them.
"Corinthia," sighed Remus as a warm hand encircled his shaft. He hadn't seen her since he had graduated -- his work for the Order keeping him busy. Even though she was a witch, she really had no place in his world.
"She is not," Remus argued more with himself than with Padfoot. "I won't do it."
Sirius stopped sucking on his fingers. "Get off, Remus. You need a woman"¦a real one. Not some four Galleon slut who you spend an hour with, and then spend days washing off. You need a female mate "“ a female you can claim as your own. You've grown beyond me."
"Is that what I am to you? Some charity case?" Remus scowled.
Sirius held up his hand in appeasement. "I'm not going anywhere. Let me rephrase. I need a woman. We need a woman."
A picture of a young dark-haired witch sandwiched between them flashed through his mind. Remus nodded for his friend to continue.
"I love you," Sirius said. "But I need more"¦physically. Not that I don't enjoy your technique, but I want to shag something other than your chops, Moony. Plus you get a little rough around the time of a full moon."
His and Sirius' arrangement was comfortable, and he didn't know how Moony would react to any new scents. Yes, shagging whores had become empty and meaningless. But, the prostitutes he used were willing partners and used to his overly aggressive style.
"That should be reason enough not to include Corinthia." Remus tried to persuade Sirius by pushing his hand away and jumping on top of him. "You look decadent."
Sirius moaned, losing track of the conversation as Remus kissed and licked his way down his chest and ribs. Staring up at him, Remus frowned. Sirius was right. It really wasn't fair to him. Moony refused to be submissive. Merlin knows Sirius had tried to bugger him. But it never did work out. Sirius had wanted a third person for some time, but Remus really didn't want to share him with anyone.
"I am a selfish bastard," Remus conceded softly.
"No, you're not," Sirius gasped and arched his back.
"Yes, I am," Remus stated, turning his head and licking the tip of Sirius' erection. "But I still won't agree with your decision," Remus concluded. "I don't want to hurt her"¦or you."
"You've already done that," Sirius confessed.
"What?" Remus scooted further down Sirius' body.
"You've already hurt Corrie," Sirius said, panting.
Remus winced. "You told me someone with experience was waiting in there for me," Remus bit off, referring to a party after N.E.W.T.s when some seventh-year thought it a good idea to lock Corinthia in a closet with him.
Stepping into the closet and closing the door, Remus whispered, "Lumos."
A startled gasp greeted him.
He hadn't expected a junior classmate, much less her. Corinthia Masters had dull brown hair that was pulled back in her typical ponytail, hazel eyes that changed color with her moods, dark-rimmed glasses that she constantly fiddled with, and curves that were well-advanced for a sixth-year student.
The girl shifted nervously, touching her blindfold and adjusting it. She was nibbling on her bottom lip, enticing him without even knowing it. The scent of her arousal, anticipation, and innocence went straight to his libido and Remus could feel himself swell.
"Damn him!" Remus swore and made to leave. "I can't believe they put you in the closet."
"No, please wait," the young witch entreated, whipping the blindfold off and reaching for him. "I knew it would be you, Remus. That's why I volunteered. I want this. I know what I'm doing. Anyway, it's just a game, right?"
"Do you know what you're doing?" growled Remus, inhaling sharply. Extinguishing his wand, he reached for her.
"Do you realize you're inviting a werewolf to rut on you?" Realizing that he needed to chase her away, he set out to prove a point. He lifted her blouse and grabbed one of her cloth-covered breasts, cupping it in the palm of his hand and tweaking the nipple through the fabric of her brassiere.
It didn't matter who they were or where they were. Moony would have her right there, standing up. The wolf would rut on her and mark her as his own. It didn't matter that he was a Prefect or that she was a sixth-year.
Gasping, Corinthia arched her back and muttered her approval.
He crushed his lips to hers, hungrily thrusting his tongue past her open lips. Just a taste and he would release her, Remus promised himself, trying to control the beast within.
His trembling hands ventured lower, instinct guiding them, under her robe and skirt. He pushed her knickers to the side and fingered her intimate flesh, flicking his thumb against her clitoris. He couldn't resist sliding a finger deeper inside. Breaking the kiss and suckling her shoulder, he nipped at the tender flesh.
"Yes," Corinthia keened, her fingers fisting in his robe. She arched into him, opening her legs and granting him greater liberties. "Take me, Remus. Make me yours! Mark me!"
Her words were like ice water, shocking him back to sanity. Remus pulled away from her, rubbing her shoulder with his rough cheek.
Remus shook the memory away. He had come so close to claiming her that night, something Moony had wanted ever since the wolf had discerned the faint redolence of her blooming maturity.
"I've spoken with her"¦told her everything. You can have her in another week, when you have more control," Sirius said, his inflection serious yet firm.
Remus stared at Sirius in disbelief, trying not to be angry with his lover. How could he even suggest this? Of all people, Sirius should know the pain involved when he marked a loved one. Words eluded him.
"She loves you," Sirius said softly. "She always has."
Remus looked down. "But "“"
"I care for her, too," Sirius interrupted, cupping his lover's chin and making him look up. "In time"¦perhaps, I could love her."
His lover's insistence and open acceptance of another mate excited Moony beyond human sanity. Just the thought of mating with a female"¦of procreation, brought forth his wolfish instincts. With an acquiescent groan, Remus pushed Sirius onto his back and took his lover's semi-erect shaft in his hand.
Stroking him, Remus flicked his tongue across the distended tip and wasted no time with niceties. He stopped caressing the younger wizard's sex and enclosed the organ with his mouth, causing Sirius to gasp.
"Merlin's beard, Remus," moaned Sirius as he arched his hips, seeking the release that his lover would grant him shortly.
Letting go of his lover's erection with an audible pop, Remus smiled at Sirius before kissing a path down the underside of his cock. When he got to the base of the shaft, he pulled a sac into his mouth and suckled it gently.
Sirius fisted his hands in Remus' hair. "Gods, yes!" he hissed. "I can picture it now. Corinthia between us, writhing in ecstasy."
Groaning, Remus palmed the flesh that bobbed in front of his face and started pumping it. As he brought Sirius closer to orgasm, he trailed his tongue down from his lover's balls to the slit of his ass.
Moony would demand release tonight. He ran his tongue along the rim, eliciting pleasure-laden moans and grunts from Sirius. Gently, Remus slid a finger into the hole, preparing him for the way.
Sirius shuddered, opening his legs wider and taking his own cock into his hand and stroking it.
Taking his actions as submissive behavior, Moony rallied to mount the man. But Remus reeled the instinct in. He added another finger, and then another, earning appreciative moans from the impulsive mate.
Jerking his cock in time with the invasion of Remus' fingers, Sirius lost control, blissfully groaning in release. Semen splashed onto his hand and stomach as he reveled in the sensation.
Remus wasn't going to let him wallow in post-coital bliss for long. He twisted his fingers back and forth, occasionally thrusting so deeply into Sirius that he brushed against the gland.
"Please, Moony," pleaded Sirius as he jerked away from Remus. "I want you." Rolling over onto his stomach, Sirius rose to his knees.
Hearing the desperation in his voice, Remus could not deny the lure of his lover. He grabbed the lubricant, his hand shaking as he readied himself and Sirius for the rough coupling that the man beneath him had predicted. The lull of the moon enflamed his primitive urges and he wasn't in control.
The werewolf ran the weeping tip of his rigid sex up and down the wizard's crevice, earning a keening plea from his lover. Mounting Padfoot, Moony pushed his thickened shaft into the orifice that offered him release in a long swift lunge.
Sirius whimpered. "Remus!"
Canine urges demanded a frantic pace and the last of his humanity dissolved. The pace was maddeningly brutal, both men grunting with each thrust.
Sirius kept heaving backwards, deepening their coupling with each stroke.
With a frustrated cry, Moony withdrew. Grasping his beta's hips, he flipped him onto his back. The scent of Sirius' previous release coaxing his desire. Bending down, Remus started to lick what was left of the pearly white liquid from his lover's body, arousing the young wizard beneath him.
Remus growled, tonguing a fervent path along Sirius' swelling erection. Once Sirius was hard, Remus guided his lover's hand to his cock and pushed his legs apart.
Lifting his hips, Sirius guided Remus, who bore down, causing both to gasp in pleasure.
He looked into his lover's gray eyes and pressed his lips against Sirius'. Feeling the man beneath him gingerly stroking his thick shaft, Remus pumped into Sirius at an inhuman pace.
Sirius cried out his release, triggering Remus' orgasmic bliss.
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A week after a full moon "“
\"Behave. Be cordial. And don\'t intimidate her,\" Sirius said with a smirk as Remus prepared to leave.
Gaping at his friend, Remus opened the front door and turned around. \"You want me to bed her, but you want me to be cordial about it? And since when have you ever been intimidated by anyone?"
Sirius laughed and eyed Remus skeptically. \"Your silence speaks volumes, Moony. James is the show-off in the bunch. Peter is the comedian. You're the quiet one. And I'm the dashing, handsome "“"
"Don't forget arrogant." Remus rolled his eyes and opened the door to their flat. \"I just don\'t care for idle chitchat and I don't care for crowds.\"
\"Corinthia was perfectly content to come here for dinner,\" Sirius teased pointedly, reminding him. \"You\'re the one who decided to meet in a public place. Honestly, Moony, one would think you're afraid of her.\"
\"I just don\'t see how any woman in her right mind would willingly shag you,\" Remus said nervously as he walked down the front steps. \"Much less both of us at the same time.\"
Sirius backed away and cleared his throat. \"Actually, it\'s just, um you she wants to be with for now.\"
Remus turned to go back. "Absolutely not! There is no way I'm initiating her by myself. I won't cut you out. I never will."
Sirius stepped in the werewolf's path and did not allow him to retreat. \"She and I discussed this, and you know how you are, Remus,\" Sirius stated. \"You\'ll need to be with her first. You don\'t need my scent getting in the way. I know how fickle you can be while you're imprinting "“\"
\"I\'m having dinner with her, Sirius. At least that is what I agreed to,\" Remus stated dryly. \"Should I just dispense with the pleasantries and bugger her over the table?\"
\"Don\'t be daft, Remus.\" Sirius scowled. \"She knows you and accepts you. Corrie loves you.\"
\"She doesn\'t even know me,\" Remus countered. \"How could she? Aside from going to Hogwarts, we\'ve always moved in completely different circles.\"
Sirius smiled. \"Well"¦Corrie and I do move in the same circles. I saw her about a month ago at that charity event for St. Mungo\'s Hospital. She asked after you and I was pissed. She wheedled the information out of me.\"
Remus gave Sirius a feral glance. \"Just don't be too disappointed when I return home early. I'm sure she'll change her mind once she sees me.\"
Sirius grinned as his lover Apparated. The unfortunate werewolf did not know who he was up against.
*****
Corinthia Masters scanned the room as she walked into the Leaky Cauldron. She had to stand on her tiptoes to look past a tall wizard.
Please let him be late, she chanted, tugging on her beige Muggle skirt. She hadn't had enough time to change. The blasted thing was way too short compared to conventional wizarding standards. Unfortunately, her job on the Muggle-Worthy Excuse Committee called for her to dress, well "“ like a Muggle. Her dark hair was pulled back in a tight bun, making it look as though she had a tight black cap on her head. Only the soft tendrils of hair that escaped the restrictive bun ruined the illusion. She pushed her dark-rimmed glasses up her nose and looked around the room nervously.
She caught sight of her reflection in an enchanted mirror, her reflection shrieking a disparaging remark at her and running away. She hadn't had time to change. If he was late, she could Apparate home and change into something a little more"¦seductive.
The knot in her stomach twisted as the evening's plan unfurled in her mind. Sirius had assured her that Remus wanted her. And she had wanted Remus ever since her fourth year at Hogwarts.
Rolling her eyes at her just-returned reflection, she frowned. Why, oh, why do I ever listen to that prat?
Her reflection smirked in answer. Because you've been listening to Sirius ever since sixth-year, after he discoverer your infatuation with Remus.
Her cheeks flamed in remembrance of that fateful afternoon when Sirius had found her out. She and Millie Waterson had been passing notes in the Great Hall when they should have been studying. Neither she nor Millie had seen Sirius sneak up behind them.
Hearing a mischievous Accio behind her, she tried to grab the incriminating paper as it whipped over her head and into the hands of Sirius Black.
"Passing notes, Corrie?" he teased, quickly reading the note in his hand. His handsome black eyebrows rose and he smirked.
She jumped up. "Give it back!"
"Sirius," Remus warned, not even looking up from his book.
Sirius ran around the table with Corinthia in hot pursuit.
"Oh, come on, Moony!" Sirius laughed, holding the parchment out of her reach. "You've got to read this."
"Don't you dare!" she shrieked.
James cleared his throat pointedly. "Sirius."
Lily sighed in frustration.
"Or what?" the seventh-year tormenter goaded her.
Unsheathing her wand, Corinthia pointed it at Sirius. "Furnunculus!"
Sirius let out a startled gasp and dropped the evidence of her crush on Remus on the floor. Boils started popping up all over Sirius' body and he tripped as he staggered away from the scene, laughter following him.
She stooped down and retrieved the note with a satisfied shrug.
"Good one, Corinthia," Lily chuckled.
After Sirius had visited Madam Pomfrey, he had cornered her in the hall and had hatched the plan for her to go into the closet with Remus.
A gravely voice startled her out of her reverie. \"Hello, Corinthia.\"
She jumped at the sound of his voice, feeling the automatic rush of excitement.
\"I\'m sorry. I didn\'t mean to startle you,\" Remus said softly.
Corinthia smiled, a slight blush painting her pale cheeks. \"I wasn\'t really scared"¦more embarrassed, I think. I was beginning to wonder if you were even going to come," she stammered.
--
Remus was puzzled, part of him wanting to keep her on guard while the other part wanted to sling her over his shoulder and find the nearest secluded spot. \"Why?\"
\"W-well.\" She cleared her throat. \"I thought Sirius might be playing an elaborate joke again.\"
\"It's not a joke,\" Remus stated as he stared into the dark depths of her eyes. \"It never was a joke.\" He grabbed one of her hands and led her to a table that was not well lit.
Watching her closely, Remus could tell she was nervous. She thanked him as she sat down. \"I-I didn't mean to insinuate"¦I never thought you were in on it. I had never been in the closet before,\" she explained quickly. \"Sirius dared me"¦he promised that it would be you. I d-didn't trust him, though. I thought he might be trying to get even with me for hexing him. I thought he might send somebody else. I was fully prepared to kick anyone in the groin who approached me, but then you swore and "“\"
\"It was a child\'s game,\" Remus interrupted. \"I\'m only sorry you were hurt.\"
Corinthia waved a delicate hand in dismissive manner, smiling. She was nervous. She should be.
Remus returned her smile. \"Listen, Corinthia. If you want to call this off "“ \"
\"It\'s j-just awkward,\" she stammered, a delectable blush creeping up her neck. \"You know how I feel, but"¦Well, Sirius is anything but tactful."
Remus laughed, but sobered quickly. "Did he tell you about us?"
The blush suffused her cheeks, but her stare did not waver. "Yes. You and he are lovers."
"And somehow Sirius has convinced you that bedding us will be a good idea."
Corinthia nodded her head.
He stared into her the dark depths of her eyes and felt something crack within him. Yes, she was only a year younger than he and Sirius. But she looked so much younger than he did, his lycanthropic condition taking its toll on his looks. Did she know? Had Sirius told her his secret? He was a registered werewolf. Anyone could look at the public safety records.
"And you know what I am?" he asked, silently praying that she already knew.
"Yes," she replied. "I've known since second-year."
"Oh really?"
She looked down at her lap. "I was in the infirmary when they brought you in."
Thanks to Dumbledore, he had made it through Hogwarts without most students finding out about what James had called his "furry little problem." Other than James, Peter, and Sirius"¦ and Snape, none of his classmates knew what he was while he was matriculating at Hogwarts.
Although he had been listed in the registry the day after he had been bitten, his identity had been protected. The Ministry didn't release the name of juvenile werewolves "“ probably the only legislation that benefited his kind. But the Ministry had monitored his parents when he had been home for the Hols and Professor Dumbledore had had to complete a monthly report.
"So it was you who sent those flowers!" Remus exclaimed, resolving an almost decade-long mystery. "How did you ever get Peeves to go along with it?"
Corinthia chuckled. "Blackmail and bribery."
"Do you realize how long I spent trying to track down the mystery flower-giver?" questioned Remus. "Every month"¦flowers by my bedside. Madam Pomfrey could only tell me that Peeves delivered them. Sirius denied any involvement. So did James and Peter."
Laughter danced in her eyes.
"And to think, I had always suspected Sirius," Remus said.
"I didn't know that they knew," murmured Corinthia. "I just wanted you to"¦ I don't know. I didn't want you to feel lonely."
"Why didn't you ever say anything?" he asked, continuing to assess her potential as his and Sirius' lover, even though he already knew why his lover had chosen the woman sitting before him.
"I was too embarrassed," she admitted softly, looking down and running her fingernails along the wood grain of the table.
He could tell she was still nervous as she studied the surface of the table. Running his hand along the table, Remus took her hand in his and squeezed it gently. "Thank you."
--
Listening to Corinthia chatter, Remus slowed his steps.
She stopped walking altogether and leaned against a nearby light post. \"You must think I\'m a blabbering prat. I haven't stopped talking.\"
\"I like the sound of your voice,\" Remus said easily, intending to walk her to the door and bid her goodnight. Yes, he wanted to peel her Muggle clothing away and shag her until he passed out. But he was having difficulty reconciling the urges that sat dormant beneath his human exterior.
\"You do?\" she asked, licking her lips, whether suggestively or not, he would never know. \"I always thought "“\"
\"What do you think?\" Remus questioned, his voice thick with desire, his gaze piercing hers. Her eyes dilated and the subtle scent of feminine innocence permeated his senses.
She wanted him. Morality dictated he walk away, but his want of her would not allow that. He would take what she so readily offered and claim her as his. The last good intention dissolved and Remus moved closer to her, the wolf stalking its prey, invading personal boundaries and forcing her against the lamppost.
She stiffened in response, her eyes wide with wonder.
\"Do you realize you\'re courting a lycan?\" He leaned against her and braced his arm over her head.
She nodded her response, staring at his lips as if she would die to taste them.
\"Do you realize I can hurt you?\" Please back away, Corinthia. Run while you can.
\"Yes,\" Corinthia whispered with conviction as she pressed her breasts against his chest.
\"Are you a bored rich witch, looking for a romp with a werewolf?\" Remus murmured, his eyes boring into hers, his lips inching closer to hers.
He had to give her credit. She didn\'t flinch. \"No,\" she affirmed, fisting her fingers in his shabby robes.
Her scent and invitation enticed Moony, and Remus growled, trying to keep the animalistic urges at bay. Just once he would like to keep something pure, without the taint of the lycan instincts. For once he would like to make love with human faculties "“ a gentle passion. \"What do you want?\"
\"You,\" she whispered, pulling him toward her and sealing her fate.
Moaning, Remus became enmeshed in the past. Their one kiss -- the one he compared all others to "“ flickered through his mind. She smelled clean, like soap and flowers -- the same scent that had invaded his dreams for the last year and a half.
Her tongue brushed hesitantly across his lips as if she were unsure what to do next. Guiding her, Remus wrapped his arms around her and gathered her softly against him. Mimicking her, he ran his tongue along the seam of her lips.
Moaning, Corinthia opened for him and touched her tongue to his.
Losing himself in the feelings, Remus deepened the kiss, consuming her. Flashes of feral urges enflamed the dormant beast within. Sensing Moony stir, Remus pulled away with a hiss. Moony had no qualms of bending her forward, shoving her skirt up and her knickers down, and mounting her. Moony didn't care about public bystanders.
He looked down the lane guiltily, finally realizing that it was pointless to resist the natural course of events. She would become part of their family tonight. \"Apparate us into your bedroom, Corinthia.\"
She licked her lips and nodded, hugging him tightly.
Remus felt the familiar crush and breathlessness of Apparition. The scenery had changed and he couldn't help but smile.
The room was pink, blazingly pink, just like the blush in his soon-to-be lover's cheeks.
Corinthia bowed her head and muttered, "My parents left the house to me and Michael. I g-guess I should redecorate."
Remus tensed at the mention of her Slytherin brother.
Corinthia put reassuring hands upon his chest. "He lives with his wife in Chelsea. We won't be disturbed."
Sighing, he placed a chaste kiss upon her forehead. "And what would your brother think of you bedding a "“"
Placing a finger over his lips, Corinthia quieted him. "Michael's opinion doesn't matter. I want you. I've wanted you ever since my third year at Hogwarts."
Reaching behind her head and unclasping the clip that held her hair captive, Remus chuckled. "It took you that long? I've wanted you ever since you were sorted," he replied with an exaggerated leer.
She punched his chest gently, catching the top of his robe and starting to unfasten it. "I've always had a thing for older men."
Grabbing her wrists and halting her advances, Remus sobered. \"I want you,\" he murmured, thrusting the evidence of his arousal against her stomach.
\"Then take me,\" she replied huskily, pulling her hands out of his and reaching for his robe again.
\"I will,\" he snarled, his hands slipping under her skirt and clutching her arse. Her arousal wafted to his senses. Gods, please don't let me hurt this woman.
She pushed him away and grabbed his hands, pulling him to her bed. She sat on the bed invitingly, opening her legs for his possession.
Remus whipped his robe off. Pulling his shirt from his trousers and pausing, Remus groaned. \"Are you sure?\" His voice was ragged and shaky. \"I don\'t think I can be gentle.\"
Corinthia sat up and pushed his hands away, tugging on his trousers. \"I\'m not asking you to be gentle, Remus,\" she whispered. "I'm asking you to shag me senseless. I've dreamt of this moment "“ you buried inside me."
Before she could remove his pants, Remus pounced, pinning her to the bed. He nuzzled her hair, her jaw, and her neck, ingraining her scent into his memory. His female. His mate.
Awash in lust-driven sensations, Remus chuffed in aggravation and tore her blouse open. The aroma grew in intensity the lower he went. As he licked and kissed his way down her body, he removed what was left of her outer clothing and groaned as he revealed her enticing undergarments.
"Do you wear things like this all the time or were you planning on seducing me?" questioned Remus as he sought the heady perfume of her feminine essence.
She was powerless beneath him "“ submissive and willing. Keening, Corinthia wove her fingers through his hair and moved her hips against his thigh.
Gasping, she arched her back as he laved one pert nipple and then the next. She struggled against her clothing, trying to remove the blouse that had trapped her arms to her sides.
Scent and touch conquered sight as he admired her rose-colored peaks. Brushing his tongue over her left nipple, Remus drew it between his teeth and nipped it, somehow managing not to clamp down and mark her.
He shuddered as the urge to mark her washed over him. Corinthia was writhing beneath him, trying to get rid of her blouse, her hands effectively trapped behind her back now.
She was wet. He could smell the intoxicating scent that emanated from her core. Soon he would sate himself.
\"Remus,\" she whispered pleadingly as he nuzzled a path to her other breast.
The puckered flesh of her nipple was just as aroused as the one he had just administered to, so he brushed his rough cheek against it and watched as her breast reddened. Content with the mark "“ the visible reminder that she belonged to him -- he licked his way down her body.
Lifting her hips in anticipation, Corinthia giggled when he flicked his tongue into her navel.
He lifted his head and smiled up at her, appreciating his lover with a keen eye as he knelt before her. She looked wanton, like a dark pixie whose ruination was at hand.
Finally managing to release her arms from her blouse, Corinthia sat up on her elbows and watched him. She was a sight to behold, her alabaster skin in direct contrast with her ebony hair and her black knickers. He could see that her eyes were clouded with lust.
Remus let out a tormented groan as his hands roamed the surface of her garter. She didn\'t strike him as one to wear such a contraption. But, then of course, he never would have expected this. How could he have been so clueless? How could he have not noticed her shy looks during their later years at Hogwarts?
Trying to pull him closer, Corinthia gasped when Remus coaxed her down and gently nipped her hip. Her scent grew "“ the musky warmth that he would bathe in soon enough.
With skill and ease, Remus unhooked her garters and rolled her nylons down her legs, licking and biting his way from her thighs to her calves and finally to her toes. By the time he was finished with the other leg, she was whimpering and pleading beneath him.
"Please, Remus!" she panted. "I need you."
Corinthia wiggled beneath him when he nudged her lace-covered sex with his nose. The heady scent was too much for him. He needed to taste her so he ripped the flimsy barrier away and growled.
He spread her open before him, his fingers parting her labia as he tongued his way from her virginal orifice to her jutting clitoris. Her response was immediate and he could smell the quickening of her response. The ache to take her increased as the man inside him reveled in the knowledge that he could bring her pleasure. Moony continued scenting and marking her as he rubbed his cheek along her inner thighs.
She shuddered, fisting her hands in his hair. \"Please, Remus.\"
Lost in her essence, he made no reply and continued to lap gently at her sex.
Corinthia kicked his shoulder and muttered an unflattering epithet, staying Moony and causing Remus to chuckle. He pinned her hips down and slid a finger within her, ensuring that she couldn\'t move.
He buried his face in her glistening sex, rubbing his nose against her clit and losing the tenuous grip of sanity he so desperately clung to. Moony was would be demanding his pound of flesh soon.
She bucked her hips into his face.
\"Come for me, Corinthia," he murmured lowly, his voice gravely and thick with lust.
As if following his command, she climaxed, bowing her back in pleasure.
He could feel the subtle pulse of her flesh around his fingers and smell her passionate release. Unable to take any more, Remus pulled away and shoved his pants down. Positioning himself between her thighs, he stroked himself and rubbed the crown of his cock at her entrance.
\"Look at me, Corinthia,\" he whispered, pressing against her.
Her cinnamon eyes opened and Remus sheathed himself quickly. Her pain "“ her discomfort was a scar on his battered soul. Should he die inside her, he would certainly wallow in eternal damnation for he had defiled something so pure.
She gasped, her brow furrowing in pain as he passed through the barrier of her innocence.
The sensory overload lured Moony to the edge, but the guilt of their union gave strength to the man to remain in control. "So tight"¦so wet"¦I-I don't think I can "“" His words muffled as he kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into the warm cavern of her mouth.
His lover shifted her hips underneath him and Remus broke the kiss, grasping her hips and rolling them to the other side of the bed. Their intimate connection was monetarily broken as he maneuvered them and he lifted her effortlessly, pushing into her with an unrestrained thrust.
\"I\'m losing control, love,\" Remus whimpered. \"I don\'t want to hurt you."
She stared down at him, her muscles readjusting to the invasion of his body. Lifting her hips, Corinthia started to rock back and forth, experimenting.
Her slow rhythm "“ her control was the end of his sanity and he rolled them over, taking back the control that his canine instinct demanded. Remus slammed into her, grabbing her hips and holding her still. The vise of her body gripped him and she panted beneath him, straining for her release.
With an undomesticated growl, Remus thrust into her one last time, sating himself inside her depths.
Shaken, Remus withdrew, rolled off her and collapsed. Guilt knew no time or bounds. It closed in on him with a vicious determination as she rested panting beside him. Yes, she had known pleasure at his hands. But he had still caused her pain.
"Stop it," she murmured sleepily, snuggling against him and running her fingers through the hair on his chest.
Feeling his cock begin to swell, Remus took her hand in his and kissed it. "Stop what?"
"Feeling guilty," she replied with a long-suffering sigh. "Sirius told me you would start feeling guilty."
He couldn't help but chuckle. "When did you and Sirius become such "˜good' friends?"
"After I hexed him with boils." She ran her foot up and down his calf.
Shifting, he trapped her foot with his leg. "If you don't stop, I won't be responsible for the consequences."
The word consequences stuck in his throat and Remus felt a new sense of sorrow settle in his chest.
Reading his mind, Corinthia held him down and straddled his stomach. "Relax." She smoothed his worried brow. "I'm taking something for"¦that," she whispered, a slight blush tinting her cheeks.
The dark mane of her hair framed her face and covered the creamy flesh of her shoulders and breasts, the tips of her breasts peaking out from the dark curtain. He committed the vision to memory before lifting her and impaling her on his painfully swollen shaft.
"Thank the Gods," he groaned as she gasped.
"Move on me, Corinthia," Remus instructed, grasping her hips. "Make love to me."
Her movements were erratic and awkward. Her walls were tight and slick from her previous release. "Come with me, baby." He slid his hand between their bodies and sought the bundle of nerves that would carry her over the edge.
It was like watching an angel fall from grace as she met her end and offered his divided soul the peace he yearned for.
--
Remus woke with a start as hazy sunlight flitted across his eyes. Everything was pink. Why was everything pink? Memories flooded his senses as he struggled to remember. The scent of sex assailed his olfactory nerves and he smiled "“ Corinthia.
He'd bedded her last night, claimed her as his. If she ever decided that being mated to him was a mistake, then she would be able to move on without repercussions. She bore no public mark and would not suffer the public stigma of being his mate. A bottle, wrapped in multicolored ribbons on the nightstand, caught his attention. Able to smell Sirius' scent all over it, Remus grabbed the bottle.
Flipping the card open, Remus smiled as he read the message.
Corrie, here\'s a little Honeymoon Draught for you. It\'ll help with any discomfort. Knowing Remus, he probably slept inside you. Welcome to the family. Sirius.
Sirius was right. He had fallen asleep firmly imbedded within the warm cocoon of her body. She was the best duvet he'd ever had.
Merlin, he was sore. He could only imagine how Corinthia felt.
As if in answer to his silent question, Corinthia stirred next to him, making an adorable little purring noise. Grabbing the bottle, Remus uncapped it and held it under her nose.
She recoiled, making a face. "Yuck! It smells awful!"
"It's supposed to help with any discomfort," Remus explained. "Come on, bottom's up. I know you're sore, love."
She took the potion begrudgingly, watching him and smirking. His witch knew him. She knew his intentions were anything but honorable. She knew what his motivation was.
"Besides," Remus retorted playfully. "The quicker you heal, the quicker we can have a morning shag."
Corinthia giggled, her smile spreading across her face and quickly diminishing.
\"Having second thoughts?\" he asked, afraid of the answer.
A faint smile touched her lips but not her eyes.
\"What is it?\" Remus kissed her forehead, brushing errant curls away from her face. She'd obviously realized her mistake.
Corinthia rolled onto her side and stretched like a cat. \"Nothing,\" she replied softly.
She was not going to tell him so he pushed her over onto her back and kneeled between her legs, his cock already erect and poised to take her.
\"Tell me,\" Remus growled, nipping at her earlobe.
She muttered softly. \"You"¦you didn\'t mark me last night.\"
What had Sirius told her? Damn his impetuous nature? This wasn\'t a casual decision for him. Merlin knows, he had wanted Corinthia ever since he had seen her, but to mark her would ruin her life.
\"I did mark you,\" he placated her softly, resisting the urge to open her legs further and push into her fragrance. \"I have your scent firmly ingrained in my memory, the proof of your virginity on my body. As far as I\'m concerned, you\'re mine. When you change your mind"¦realize this was all a mistake"¦ you can return to your normal life. No one need ever know that you've lain with a werewolf."
\"Oh." Her voice quivered and she closed her eyes to hide the tears.
He bowed his head and captured her lips. Her tears had the power to destroy his resolve. Breaking the kiss, he murmured, \"A public mark would condemn you.\"
She stiffened beneath him and pushed against his shoulder. "Get off."
Remus rolled off her and she climbed off the bed, pulling the duvet with her.
"Get out." Wrapping the blanket around her, she walked toward the door and opened it. "You don't get it, do you?"
He knew better than to answer that question and started to get dressed.
As if she were waiting for an answer, Corinthia paused at the door.
Remus would commit the sight and feel of her to memory. "Do you?" he countered. "Do you know what it's like "“ living a half a life? Do you know what it's like to be branded? If you acknowledged me publicly, you would be shunned. Your career would end.
"You would have nothing." Tucking his shirt into his pants, Remus advanced on Corinthia. "You're so young. You've no idea what the Ministry will do to you. You would be forced to take a potion every week."
Grasping her upper arms, Remus shook her. "They don't let my kind breed! They don't let werewolves work. They don't allow lycans to marry." The hollow feeling in his gut grew as he realized that he wanted these things with her.
Tears flowed freely down her cheeks. "None of that matters," she whispered.
He frowned. "It may not matter now. But it will later." Before she could say any more words to further test his resolve, Remus Apparated.
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TBC
Thanks to Kathy Rose for beta reading this monster.
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\"Don't try to deny it,\" Sirius chided Remus as he plucked at the werewolf's wiry chest hair. \"You've wanted her ever since she was sorted into Gryffindor."
His eyes remained closed, yet Remus couldn't help but smirk. \"Think what you like, Sirius,\" he murmured sleepily, unwilling to discuss the matter further. "And what about Peter? Don't you think he would mind if we started shagging his ex-girlfriend senseless?"
\"She's perfect,\" Sirius continued, plucking his lover's nipple. "Peter and Corinthia broke up last year. That's plenty of time to mend a broken heart."
Opening his eyes, Remus glared at his lover pointedly. \"I'm not interested in another lover, Sirius."
Sirius smirked. "Yes, you are."
Remus snorted.
\"You said she was receptive and untouched.\" Sirius jumped up and straddled him, waving his hands in an aristocratic manner.
"I said no such thing,\" Remus denied, pushing his lover off and sitting up in bed.
\"I was there, Moony. I could smell her too." Sirius rolled over and pouted.
Closing his eyes, Remus shuddered and remembered.
When he had woken after the last full moon, a scent wafted on his consciousness -- feminine innocence in the guise of their former classmate, Corinthia Masters. Apprehension lanced through his gut as he wondered how her scent had come to linger in his memory.
"Relax, Remus." Sirius smoothed his hand down his back. "She's fine. Nothing happened. I was able to distract you."
Sighing in relief, Remus turned around and grabbed his lover's hand. "What was she doing there? How "“"
"I have no idea," Sirius said softly. "It wasn't as though I could stop and ask her."
Full moons always exhausted him and he normally spent a few days recovering. Running his hand over the scar on Sirius' shoulder, Remus sighed. "I'm sorry," he whispered, rubbing his cheek against the red welt.
\"I could smell her innocence, too,\" Sirius growled softly, grasping Remus' hand and sucking his fingers into his mouth. "That's the benefit of having canine senses. She wants you, Remus. She's the one, the woman you need.\"
Remus closed his eyes and gave himself over to the sensations Sirius had stoked within him. His mind wandered and he pictured the woman Sirius had chosen for them.
"Corinthia," sighed Remus as a warm hand encircled his shaft. He hadn't seen her since he had graduated -- his work for the Order keeping him busy. Even though she was a witch, she really had no place in his world.
"She is not," Remus argued more with himself than with Padfoot. "I won't do it."
Sirius stopped sucking on his fingers. "Get off, Remus. You need a woman"¦a real one. Not some four Galleon slut who you spend an hour with, and then spend days washing off. You need a female mate "“ a female you can claim as your own. You've grown beyond me."
"Is that what I am to you? Some charity case?" Remus scowled.
Sirius held up his hand in appeasement. "I'm not going anywhere. Let me rephrase. I need a woman. We need a woman."
A picture of a young dark-haired witch sandwiched between them flashed through his mind. Remus nodded for his friend to continue.
"I love you," Sirius said. "But I need more"¦physically. Not that I don't enjoy your technique, but I want to shag something other than your chops, Moony. Plus you get a little rough around the time of a full moon."
His and Sirius' arrangement was comfortable, and he didn't know how Moony would react to any new scents. Yes, shagging whores had become empty and meaningless. But, the prostitutes he used were willing partners and used to his overly aggressive style.
"That should be reason enough not to include Corinthia." Remus tried to persuade Sirius by pushing his hand away and jumping on top of him. "You look decadent."
Sirius moaned, losing track of the conversation as Remus kissed and licked his way down his chest and ribs. Staring up at him, Remus frowned. Sirius was right. It really wasn't fair to him. Moony refused to be submissive. Merlin knows Sirius had tried to bugger him. But it never did work out. Sirius had wanted a third person for some time, but Remus really didn't want to share him with anyone.
"I am a selfish bastard," Remus conceded softly.
"No, you're not," Sirius gasped and arched his back.
"Yes, I am," Remus stated, turning his head and licking the tip of Sirius' erection. "But I still won't agree with your decision," Remus concluded. "I don't want to hurt her"¦or you."
"You've already done that," Sirius confessed.
"What?" Remus scooted further down Sirius' body.
"You've already hurt Corrie," Sirius said, panting.
Remus winced. "You told me someone with experience was waiting in there for me," Remus bit off, referring to a party after N.E.W.T.s when some seventh-year thought it a good idea to lock Corinthia in a closet with him.
Stepping into the closet and closing the door, Remus whispered, "Lumos."
A startled gasp greeted him.
He hadn't expected a junior classmate, much less her. Corinthia Masters had dull brown hair that was pulled back in her typical ponytail, hazel eyes that changed color with her moods, dark-rimmed glasses that she constantly fiddled with, and curves that were well-advanced for a sixth-year student.
The girl shifted nervously, touching her blindfold and adjusting it. She was nibbling on her bottom lip, enticing him without even knowing it. The scent of her arousal, anticipation, and innocence went straight to his libido and Remus could feel himself swell.
"Damn him!" Remus swore and made to leave. "I can't believe they put you in the closet."
"No, please wait," the young witch entreated, whipping the blindfold off and reaching for him. "I knew it would be you, Remus. That's why I volunteered. I want this. I know what I'm doing. Anyway, it's just a game, right?"
"Do you know what you're doing?" growled Remus, inhaling sharply. Extinguishing his wand, he reached for her.
"Do you realize you're inviting a werewolf to rut on you?" Realizing that he needed to chase her away, he set out to prove a point. He lifted her blouse and grabbed one of her cloth-covered breasts, cupping it in the palm of his hand and tweaking the nipple through the fabric of her brassiere.
It didn't matter who they were or where they were. Moony would have her right there, standing up. The wolf would rut on her and mark her as his own. It didn't matter that he was a Prefect or that she was a sixth-year.
Gasping, Corinthia arched her back and muttered her approval.
He crushed his lips to hers, hungrily thrusting his tongue past her open lips. Just a taste and he would release her, Remus promised himself, trying to control the beast within.
His trembling hands ventured lower, instinct guiding them, under her robe and skirt. He pushed her knickers to the side and fingered her intimate flesh, flicking his thumb against her clitoris. He couldn't resist sliding a finger deeper inside. Breaking the kiss and suckling her shoulder, he nipped at the tender flesh.
"Yes," Corinthia keened, her fingers fisting in his robe. She arched into him, opening her legs and granting him greater liberties. "Take me, Remus. Make me yours! Mark me!"
Her words were like ice water, shocking him back to sanity. Remus pulled away from her, rubbing her shoulder with his rough cheek.
Remus shook the memory away. He had come so close to claiming her that night, something Moony had wanted ever since the wolf had discerned the faint redolence of her blooming maturity.
"I've spoken with her"¦told her everything. You can have her in another week, when you have more control," Sirius said, his inflection serious yet firm.
Remus stared at Sirius in disbelief, trying not to be angry with his lover. How could he even suggest this? Of all people, Sirius should know the pain involved when he marked a loved one. Words eluded him.
"She loves you," Sirius said softly. "She always has."
Remus looked down. "But "“"
"I care for her, too," Sirius interrupted, cupping his lover's chin and making him look up. "In time"¦perhaps, I could love her."
His lover's insistence and open acceptance of another mate excited Moony beyond human sanity. Just the thought of mating with a female"¦of procreation, brought forth his wolfish instincts. With an acquiescent groan, Remus pushed Sirius onto his back and took his lover's semi-erect shaft in his hand.
Stroking him, Remus flicked his tongue across the distended tip and wasted no time with niceties. He stopped caressing the younger wizard's sex and enclosed the organ with his mouth, causing Sirius to gasp.
"Merlin's beard, Remus," moaned Sirius as he arched his hips, seeking the release that his lover would grant him shortly.
Letting go of his lover's erection with an audible pop, Remus smiled at Sirius before kissing a path down the underside of his cock. When he got to the base of the shaft, he pulled a sac into his mouth and suckled it gently.
Sirius fisted his hands in Remus' hair. "Gods, yes!" he hissed. "I can picture it now. Corinthia between us, writhing in ecstasy."
Groaning, Remus palmed the flesh that bobbed in front of his face and started pumping it. As he brought Sirius closer to orgasm, he trailed his tongue down from his lover's balls to the slit of his ass.
Moony would demand release tonight. He ran his tongue along the rim, eliciting pleasure-laden moans and grunts from Sirius. Gently, Remus slid a finger into the hole, preparing him for the way.
Sirius shuddered, opening his legs wider and taking his own cock into his hand and stroking it.
Taking his actions as submissive behavior, Moony rallied to mount the man. But Remus reeled the instinct in. He added another finger, and then another, earning appreciative moans from the impulsive mate.
Jerking his cock in time with the invasion of Remus' fingers, Sirius lost control, blissfully groaning in release. Semen splashed onto his hand and stomach as he reveled in the sensation.
Remus wasn't going to let him wallow in post-coital bliss for long. He twisted his fingers back and forth, occasionally thrusting so deeply into Sirius that he brushed against the gland.
"Please, Moony," pleaded Sirius as he jerked away from Remus. "I want you." Rolling over onto his stomach, Sirius rose to his knees.
Hearing the desperation in his voice, Remus could not deny the lure of his lover. He grabbed the lubricant, his hand shaking as he readied himself and Sirius for the rough coupling that the man beneath him had predicted. The lull of the moon enflamed his primitive urges and he wasn't in control.
The werewolf ran the weeping tip of his rigid sex up and down the wizard's crevice, earning a keening plea from his lover. Mounting Padfoot, Moony pushed his thickened shaft into the orifice that offered him release in a long swift lunge.
Sirius whimpered. "Remus!"
Canine urges demanded a frantic pace and the last of his humanity dissolved. The pace was maddeningly brutal, both men grunting with each thrust.
Sirius kept heaving backwards, deepening their coupling with each stroke.
With a frustrated cry, Moony withdrew. Grasping his beta's hips, he flipped him onto his back. The scent of Sirius' previous release coaxing his desire. Bending down, Remus started to lick what was left of the pearly white liquid from his lover's body, arousing the young wizard beneath him.
Remus growled, tonguing a fervent path along Sirius' swelling erection. Once Sirius was hard, Remus guided his lover's hand to his cock and pushed his legs apart.
Lifting his hips, Sirius guided Remus, who bore down, causing both to gasp in pleasure.
He looked into his lover's gray eyes and pressed his lips against Sirius'. Feeling the man beneath him gingerly stroking his thick shaft, Remus pumped into Sirius at an inhuman pace.
Sirius cried out his release, triggering Remus' orgasmic bliss.
--
A week after a full moon "“
\"Behave. Be cordial. And don\'t intimidate her,\" Sirius said with a smirk as Remus prepared to leave.
Gaping at his friend, Remus opened the front door and turned around. \"You want me to bed her, but you want me to be cordial about it? And since when have you ever been intimidated by anyone?"
Sirius laughed and eyed Remus skeptically. \"Your silence speaks volumes, Moony. James is the show-off in the bunch. Peter is the comedian. You're the quiet one. And I'm the dashing, handsome "“"
"Don't forget arrogant." Remus rolled his eyes and opened the door to their flat. \"I just don\'t care for idle chitchat and I don't care for crowds.\"
\"Corinthia was perfectly content to come here for dinner,\" Sirius teased pointedly, reminding him. \"You\'re the one who decided to meet in a public place. Honestly, Moony, one would think you're afraid of her.\"
\"I just don\'t see how any woman in her right mind would willingly shag you,\" Remus said nervously as he walked down the front steps. \"Much less both of us at the same time.\"
Sirius backed away and cleared his throat. \"Actually, it\'s just, um you she wants to be with for now.\"
Remus turned to go back. "Absolutely not! There is no way I'm initiating her by myself. I won't cut you out. I never will."
Sirius stepped in the werewolf's path and did not allow him to retreat. \"She and I discussed this, and you know how you are, Remus,\" Sirius stated. \"You\'ll need to be with her first. You don\'t need my scent getting in the way. I know how fickle you can be while you're imprinting "“\"
\"I\'m having dinner with her, Sirius. At least that is what I agreed to,\" Remus stated dryly. \"Should I just dispense with the pleasantries and bugger her over the table?\"
\"Don\'t be daft, Remus.\" Sirius scowled. \"She knows you and accepts you. Corrie loves you.\"
\"She doesn\'t even know me,\" Remus countered. \"How could she? Aside from going to Hogwarts, we\'ve always moved in completely different circles.\"
Sirius smiled. \"Well"¦Corrie and I do move in the same circles. I saw her about a month ago at that charity event for St. Mungo\'s Hospital. She asked after you and I was pissed. She wheedled the information out of me.\"
Remus gave Sirius a feral glance. \"Just don't be too disappointed when I return home early. I'm sure she'll change her mind once she sees me.\"
Sirius grinned as his lover Apparated. The unfortunate werewolf did not know who he was up against.
*****
Corinthia Masters scanned the room as she walked into the Leaky Cauldron. She had to stand on her tiptoes to look past a tall wizard.
Please let him be late, she chanted, tugging on her beige Muggle skirt. She hadn't had enough time to change. The blasted thing was way too short compared to conventional wizarding standards. Unfortunately, her job on the Muggle-Worthy Excuse Committee called for her to dress, well "“ like a Muggle. Her dark hair was pulled back in a tight bun, making it look as though she had a tight black cap on her head. Only the soft tendrils of hair that escaped the restrictive bun ruined the illusion. She pushed her dark-rimmed glasses up her nose and looked around the room nervously.
She caught sight of her reflection in an enchanted mirror, her reflection shrieking a disparaging remark at her and running away. She hadn't had time to change. If he was late, she could Apparate home and change into something a little more"¦seductive.
The knot in her stomach twisted as the evening's plan unfurled in her mind. Sirius had assured her that Remus wanted her. And she had wanted Remus ever since her fourth year at Hogwarts.
Rolling her eyes at her just-returned reflection, she frowned. Why, oh, why do I ever listen to that prat?
Her reflection smirked in answer. Because you've been listening to Sirius ever since sixth-year, after he discoverer your infatuation with Remus.
Her cheeks flamed in remembrance of that fateful afternoon when Sirius had found her out. She and Millie Waterson had been passing notes in the Great Hall when they should have been studying. Neither she nor Millie had seen Sirius sneak up behind them.
Hearing a mischievous Accio behind her, she tried to grab the incriminating paper as it whipped over her head and into the hands of Sirius Black.
"Passing notes, Corrie?" he teased, quickly reading the note in his hand. His handsome black eyebrows rose and he smirked.
She jumped up. "Give it back!"
"Sirius," Remus warned, not even looking up from his book.
Sirius ran around the table with Corinthia in hot pursuit.
"Oh, come on, Moony!" Sirius laughed, holding the parchment out of her reach. "You've got to read this."
"Don't you dare!" she shrieked.
James cleared his throat pointedly. "Sirius."
Lily sighed in frustration.
"Or what?" the seventh-year tormenter goaded her.
Unsheathing her wand, Corinthia pointed it at Sirius. "Furnunculus!"
Sirius let out a startled gasp and dropped the evidence of her crush on Remus on the floor. Boils started popping up all over Sirius' body and he tripped as he staggered away from the scene, laughter following him.
She stooped down and retrieved the note with a satisfied shrug.
"Good one, Corinthia," Lily chuckled.
After Sirius had visited Madam Pomfrey, he had cornered her in the hall and had hatched the plan for her to go into the closet with Remus.
A gravely voice startled her out of her reverie. \"Hello, Corinthia.\"
She jumped at the sound of his voice, feeling the automatic rush of excitement.
\"I\'m sorry. I didn\'t mean to startle you,\" Remus said softly.
Corinthia smiled, a slight blush painting her pale cheeks. \"I wasn\'t really scared"¦more embarrassed, I think. I was beginning to wonder if you were even going to come," she stammered.
--
Remus was puzzled, part of him wanting to keep her on guard while the other part wanted to sling her over his shoulder and find the nearest secluded spot. \"Why?\"
\"W-well.\" She cleared her throat. \"I thought Sirius might be playing an elaborate joke again.\"
\"It's not a joke,\" Remus stated as he stared into the dark depths of her eyes. \"It never was a joke.\" He grabbed one of her hands and led her to a table that was not well lit.
Watching her closely, Remus could tell she was nervous. She thanked him as she sat down. \"I-I didn't mean to insinuate"¦I never thought you were in on it. I had never been in the closet before,\" she explained quickly. \"Sirius dared me"¦he promised that it would be you. I d-didn't trust him, though. I thought he might be trying to get even with me for hexing him. I thought he might send somebody else. I was fully prepared to kick anyone in the groin who approached me, but then you swore and "“\"
\"It was a child\'s game,\" Remus interrupted. \"I\'m only sorry you were hurt.\"
Corinthia waved a delicate hand in dismissive manner, smiling. She was nervous. She should be.
Remus returned her smile. \"Listen, Corinthia. If you want to call this off "“ \"
\"It\'s j-just awkward,\" she stammered, a delectable blush creeping up her neck. \"You know how I feel, but"¦Well, Sirius is anything but tactful."
Remus laughed, but sobered quickly. "Did he tell you about us?"
The blush suffused her cheeks, but her stare did not waver. "Yes. You and he are lovers."
"And somehow Sirius has convinced you that bedding us will be a good idea."
Corinthia nodded her head.
He stared into her the dark depths of her eyes and felt something crack within him. Yes, she was only a year younger than he and Sirius. But she looked so much younger than he did, his lycanthropic condition taking its toll on his looks. Did she know? Had Sirius told her his secret? He was a registered werewolf. Anyone could look at the public safety records.
"And you know what I am?" he asked, silently praying that she already knew.
"Yes," she replied. "I've known since second-year."
"Oh really?"
She looked down at her lap. "I was in the infirmary when they brought you in."
Thanks to Dumbledore, he had made it through Hogwarts without most students finding out about what James had called his "furry little problem." Other than James, Peter, and Sirius"¦ and Snape, none of his classmates knew what he was while he was matriculating at Hogwarts.
Although he had been listed in the registry the day after he had been bitten, his identity had been protected. The Ministry didn't release the name of juvenile werewolves "“ probably the only legislation that benefited his kind. But the Ministry had monitored his parents when he had been home for the Hols and Professor Dumbledore had had to complete a monthly report.
"So it was you who sent those flowers!" Remus exclaimed, resolving an almost decade-long mystery. "How did you ever get Peeves to go along with it?"
Corinthia chuckled. "Blackmail and bribery."
"Do you realize how long I spent trying to track down the mystery flower-giver?" questioned Remus. "Every month"¦flowers by my bedside. Madam Pomfrey could only tell me that Peeves delivered them. Sirius denied any involvement. So did James and Peter."
Laughter danced in her eyes.
"And to think, I had always suspected Sirius," Remus said.
"I didn't know that they knew," murmured Corinthia. "I just wanted you to"¦ I don't know. I didn't want you to feel lonely."
"Why didn't you ever say anything?" he asked, continuing to assess her potential as his and Sirius' lover, even though he already knew why his lover had chosen the woman sitting before him.
"I was too embarrassed," she admitted softly, looking down and running her fingernails along the wood grain of the table.
He could tell she was still nervous as she studied the surface of the table. Running his hand along the table, Remus took her hand in his and squeezed it gently. "Thank you."
--
Listening to Corinthia chatter, Remus slowed his steps.
She stopped walking altogether and leaned against a nearby light post. \"You must think I\'m a blabbering prat. I haven't stopped talking.\"
\"I like the sound of your voice,\" Remus said easily, intending to walk her to the door and bid her goodnight. Yes, he wanted to peel her Muggle clothing away and shag her until he passed out. But he was having difficulty reconciling the urges that sat dormant beneath his human exterior.
\"You do?\" she asked, licking her lips, whether suggestively or not, he would never know. \"I always thought "“\"
\"What do you think?\" Remus questioned, his voice thick with desire, his gaze piercing hers. Her eyes dilated and the subtle scent of feminine innocence permeated his senses.
She wanted him. Morality dictated he walk away, but his want of her would not allow that. He would take what she so readily offered and claim her as his. The last good intention dissolved and Remus moved closer to her, the wolf stalking its prey, invading personal boundaries and forcing her against the lamppost.
She stiffened in response, her eyes wide with wonder.
\"Do you realize you\'re courting a lycan?\" He leaned against her and braced his arm over her head.
She nodded her response, staring at his lips as if she would die to taste them.
\"Do you realize I can hurt you?\" Please back away, Corinthia. Run while you can.
\"Yes,\" Corinthia whispered with conviction as she pressed her breasts against his chest.
\"Are you a bored rich witch, looking for a romp with a werewolf?\" Remus murmured, his eyes boring into hers, his lips inching closer to hers.
He had to give her credit. She didn\'t flinch. \"No,\" she affirmed, fisting her fingers in his shabby robes.
Her scent and invitation enticed Moony, and Remus growled, trying to keep the animalistic urges at bay. Just once he would like to keep something pure, without the taint of the lycan instincts. For once he would like to make love with human faculties "“ a gentle passion. \"What do you want?\"
\"You,\" she whispered, pulling him toward her and sealing her fate.
Moaning, Remus became enmeshed in the past. Their one kiss -- the one he compared all others to "“ flickered through his mind. She smelled clean, like soap and flowers -- the same scent that had invaded his dreams for the last year and a half.
Her tongue brushed hesitantly across his lips as if she were unsure what to do next. Guiding her, Remus wrapped his arms around her and gathered her softly against him. Mimicking her, he ran his tongue along the seam of her lips.
Moaning, Corinthia opened for him and touched her tongue to his.
Losing himself in the feelings, Remus deepened the kiss, consuming her. Flashes of feral urges enflamed the dormant beast within. Sensing Moony stir, Remus pulled away with a hiss. Moony had no qualms of bending her forward, shoving her skirt up and her knickers down, and mounting her. Moony didn't care about public bystanders.
He looked down the lane guiltily, finally realizing that it was pointless to resist the natural course of events. She would become part of their family tonight. \"Apparate us into your bedroom, Corinthia.\"
She licked her lips and nodded, hugging him tightly.
Remus felt the familiar crush and breathlessness of Apparition. The scenery had changed and he couldn't help but smile.
The room was pink, blazingly pink, just like the blush in his soon-to-be lover's cheeks.
Corinthia bowed her head and muttered, "My parents left the house to me and Michael. I g-guess I should redecorate."
Remus tensed at the mention of her Slytherin brother.
Corinthia put reassuring hands upon his chest. "He lives with his wife in Chelsea. We won't be disturbed."
Sighing, he placed a chaste kiss upon her forehead. "And what would your brother think of you bedding a "“"
Placing a finger over his lips, Corinthia quieted him. "Michael's opinion doesn't matter. I want you. I've wanted you ever since my third year at Hogwarts."
Reaching behind her head and unclasping the clip that held her hair captive, Remus chuckled. "It took you that long? I've wanted you ever since you were sorted," he replied with an exaggerated leer.
She punched his chest gently, catching the top of his robe and starting to unfasten it. "I've always had a thing for older men."
Grabbing her wrists and halting her advances, Remus sobered. \"I want you,\" he murmured, thrusting the evidence of his arousal against her stomach.
\"Then take me,\" she replied huskily, pulling her hands out of his and reaching for his robe again.
\"I will,\" he snarled, his hands slipping under her skirt and clutching her arse. Her arousal wafted to his senses. Gods, please don't let me hurt this woman.
She pushed him away and grabbed his hands, pulling him to her bed. She sat on the bed invitingly, opening her legs for his possession.
Remus whipped his robe off. Pulling his shirt from his trousers and pausing, Remus groaned. \"Are you sure?\" His voice was ragged and shaky. \"I don\'t think I can be gentle.\"
Corinthia sat up and pushed his hands away, tugging on his trousers. \"I\'m not asking you to be gentle, Remus,\" she whispered. "I'm asking you to shag me senseless. I've dreamt of this moment "“ you buried inside me."
Before she could remove his pants, Remus pounced, pinning her to the bed. He nuzzled her hair, her jaw, and her neck, ingraining her scent into his memory. His female. His mate.
Awash in lust-driven sensations, Remus chuffed in aggravation and tore her blouse open. The aroma grew in intensity the lower he went. As he licked and kissed his way down her body, he removed what was left of her outer clothing and groaned as he revealed her enticing undergarments.
"Do you wear things like this all the time or were you planning on seducing me?" questioned Remus as he sought the heady perfume of her feminine essence.
She was powerless beneath him "“ submissive and willing. Keening, Corinthia wove her fingers through his hair and moved her hips against his thigh.
Gasping, she arched her back as he laved one pert nipple and then the next. She struggled against her clothing, trying to remove the blouse that had trapped her arms to her sides.
Scent and touch conquered sight as he admired her rose-colored peaks. Brushing his tongue over her left nipple, Remus drew it between his teeth and nipped it, somehow managing not to clamp down and mark her.
He shuddered as the urge to mark her washed over him. Corinthia was writhing beneath him, trying to get rid of her blouse, her hands effectively trapped behind her back now.
She was wet. He could smell the intoxicating scent that emanated from her core. Soon he would sate himself.
\"Remus,\" she whispered pleadingly as he nuzzled a path to her other breast.
The puckered flesh of her nipple was just as aroused as the one he had just administered to, so he brushed his rough cheek against it and watched as her breast reddened. Content with the mark "“ the visible reminder that she belonged to him -- he licked his way down her body.
Lifting her hips in anticipation, Corinthia giggled when he flicked his tongue into her navel.
He lifted his head and smiled up at her, appreciating his lover with a keen eye as he knelt before her. She looked wanton, like a dark pixie whose ruination was at hand.
Finally managing to release her arms from her blouse, Corinthia sat up on her elbows and watched him. She was a sight to behold, her alabaster skin in direct contrast with her ebony hair and her black knickers. He could see that her eyes were clouded with lust.
Remus let out a tormented groan as his hands roamed the surface of her garter. She didn\'t strike him as one to wear such a contraption. But, then of course, he never would have expected this. How could he have been so clueless? How could he have not noticed her shy looks during their later years at Hogwarts?
Trying to pull him closer, Corinthia gasped when Remus coaxed her down and gently nipped her hip. Her scent grew "“ the musky warmth that he would bathe in soon enough.
With skill and ease, Remus unhooked her garters and rolled her nylons down her legs, licking and biting his way from her thighs to her calves and finally to her toes. By the time he was finished with the other leg, she was whimpering and pleading beneath him.
"Please, Remus!" she panted. "I need you."
Corinthia wiggled beneath him when he nudged her lace-covered sex with his nose. The heady scent was too much for him. He needed to taste her so he ripped the flimsy barrier away and growled.
He spread her open before him, his fingers parting her labia as he tongued his way from her virginal orifice to her jutting clitoris. Her response was immediate and he could smell the quickening of her response. The ache to take her increased as the man inside him reveled in the knowledge that he could bring her pleasure. Moony continued scenting and marking her as he rubbed his cheek along her inner thighs.
She shuddered, fisting her hands in his hair. \"Please, Remus.\"
Lost in her essence, he made no reply and continued to lap gently at her sex.
Corinthia kicked his shoulder and muttered an unflattering epithet, staying Moony and causing Remus to chuckle. He pinned her hips down and slid a finger within her, ensuring that she couldn\'t move.
He buried his face in her glistening sex, rubbing his nose against her clit and losing the tenuous grip of sanity he so desperately clung to. Moony was would be demanding his pound of flesh soon.
She bucked her hips into his face.
\"Come for me, Corinthia," he murmured lowly, his voice gravely and thick with lust.
As if following his command, she climaxed, bowing her back in pleasure.
He could feel the subtle pulse of her flesh around his fingers and smell her passionate release. Unable to take any more, Remus pulled away and shoved his pants down. Positioning himself between her thighs, he stroked himself and rubbed the crown of his cock at her entrance.
\"Look at me, Corinthia,\" he whispered, pressing against her.
Her cinnamon eyes opened and Remus sheathed himself quickly. Her pain "“ her discomfort was a scar on his battered soul. Should he die inside her, he would certainly wallow in eternal damnation for he had defiled something so pure.
She gasped, her brow furrowing in pain as he passed through the barrier of her innocence.
The sensory overload lured Moony to the edge, but the guilt of their union gave strength to the man to remain in control. "So tight"¦so wet"¦I-I don't think I can "“" His words muffled as he kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into the warm cavern of her mouth.
His lover shifted her hips underneath him and Remus broke the kiss, grasping her hips and rolling them to the other side of the bed. Their intimate connection was monetarily broken as he maneuvered them and he lifted her effortlessly, pushing into her with an unrestrained thrust.
\"I\'m losing control, love,\" Remus whimpered. \"I don\'t want to hurt you."
She stared down at him, her muscles readjusting to the invasion of his body. Lifting her hips, Corinthia started to rock back and forth, experimenting.
Her slow rhythm "“ her control was the end of his sanity and he rolled them over, taking back the control that his canine instinct demanded. Remus slammed into her, grabbing her hips and holding her still. The vise of her body gripped him and she panted beneath him, straining for her release.
With an undomesticated growl, Remus thrust into her one last time, sating himself inside her depths.
Shaken, Remus withdrew, rolled off her and collapsed. Guilt knew no time or bounds. It closed in on him with a vicious determination as she rested panting beside him. Yes, she had known pleasure at his hands. But he had still caused her pain.
"Stop it," she murmured sleepily, snuggling against him and running her fingers through the hair on his chest.
Feeling his cock begin to swell, Remus took her hand in his and kissed it. "Stop what?"
"Feeling guilty," she replied with a long-suffering sigh. "Sirius told me you would start feeling guilty."
He couldn't help but chuckle. "When did you and Sirius become such "˜good' friends?"
"After I hexed him with boils." She ran her foot up and down his calf.
Shifting, he trapped her foot with his leg. "If you don't stop, I won't be responsible for the consequences."
The word consequences stuck in his throat and Remus felt a new sense of sorrow settle in his chest.
Reading his mind, Corinthia held him down and straddled his stomach. "Relax." She smoothed his worried brow. "I'm taking something for"¦that," she whispered, a slight blush tinting her cheeks.
The dark mane of her hair framed her face and covered the creamy flesh of her shoulders and breasts, the tips of her breasts peaking out from the dark curtain. He committed the vision to memory before lifting her and impaling her on his painfully swollen shaft.
"Thank the Gods," he groaned as she gasped.
"Move on me, Corinthia," Remus instructed, grasping her hips. "Make love to me."
Her movements were erratic and awkward. Her walls were tight and slick from her previous release. "Come with me, baby." He slid his hand between their bodies and sought the bundle of nerves that would carry her over the edge.
It was like watching an angel fall from grace as she met her end and offered his divided soul the peace he yearned for.
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Remus woke with a start as hazy sunlight flitted across his eyes. Everything was pink. Why was everything pink? Memories flooded his senses as he struggled to remember. The scent of sex assailed his olfactory nerves and he smiled "“ Corinthia.
He'd bedded her last night, claimed her as his. If she ever decided that being mated to him was a mistake, then she would be able to move on without repercussions. She bore no public mark and would not suffer the public stigma of being his mate. A bottle, wrapped in multicolored ribbons on the nightstand, caught his attention. Able to smell Sirius' scent all over it, Remus grabbed the bottle.
Flipping the card open, Remus smiled as he read the message.
Corrie, here\'s a little Honeymoon Draught for you. It\'ll help with any discomfort. Knowing Remus, he probably slept inside you. Welcome to the family. Sirius.
Sirius was right. He had fallen asleep firmly imbedded within the warm cocoon of her body. She was the best duvet he'd ever had.
Merlin, he was sore. He could only imagine how Corinthia felt.
As if in answer to his silent question, Corinthia stirred next to him, making an adorable little purring noise. Grabbing the bottle, Remus uncapped it and held it under her nose.
She recoiled, making a face. "Yuck! It smells awful!"
"It's supposed to help with any discomfort," Remus explained. "Come on, bottom's up. I know you're sore, love."
She took the potion begrudgingly, watching him and smirking. His witch knew him. She knew his intentions were anything but honorable. She knew what his motivation was.
"Besides," Remus retorted playfully. "The quicker you heal, the quicker we can have a morning shag."
Corinthia giggled, her smile spreading across her face and quickly diminishing.
\"Having second thoughts?\" he asked, afraid of the answer.
A faint smile touched her lips but not her eyes.
\"What is it?\" Remus kissed her forehead, brushing errant curls away from her face. She'd obviously realized her mistake.
Corinthia rolled onto her side and stretched like a cat. \"Nothing,\" she replied softly.
She was not going to tell him so he pushed her over onto her back and kneeled between her legs, his cock already erect and poised to take her.
\"Tell me,\" Remus growled, nipping at her earlobe.
She muttered softly. \"You"¦you didn\'t mark me last night.\"
What had Sirius told her? Damn his impetuous nature? This wasn\'t a casual decision for him. Merlin knows, he had wanted Corinthia ever since he had seen her, but to mark her would ruin her life.
\"I did mark you,\" he placated her softly, resisting the urge to open her legs further and push into her fragrance. \"I have your scent firmly ingrained in my memory, the proof of your virginity on my body. As far as I\'m concerned, you\'re mine. When you change your mind"¦realize this was all a mistake"¦ you can return to your normal life. No one need ever know that you've lain with a werewolf."
\"Oh." Her voice quivered and she closed her eyes to hide the tears.
He bowed his head and captured her lips. Her tears had the power to destroy his resolve. Breaking the kiss, he murmured, \"A public mark would condemn you.\"
She stiffened beneath him and pushed against his shoulder. "Get off."
Remus rolled off her and she climbed off the bed, pulling the duvet with her.
"Get out." Wrapping the blanket around her, she walked toward the door and opened it. "You don't get it, do you?"
He knew better than to answer that question and started to get dressed.
As if she were waiting for an answer, Corinthia paused at the door.
Remus would commit the sight and feel of her to memory. "Do you?" he countered. "Do you know what it's like "“ living a half a life? Do you know what it's like to be branded? If you acknowledged me publicly, you would be shunned. Your career would end.
"You would have nothing." Tucking his shirt into his pants, Remus advanced on Corinthia. "You're so young. You've no idea what the Ministry will do to you. You would be forced to take a potion every week."
Grasping her upper arms, Remus shook her. "They don't let my kind breed! They don't let werewolves work. They don't allow lycans to marry." The hollow feeling in his gut grew as he realized that he wanted these things with her.
Tears flowed freely down her cheeks. "None of that matters," she whispered.
He frowned. "It may not matter now. But it will later." Before she could say any more words to further test his resolve, Remus Apparated.
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TBC