Heat

CHAPTER 13: No Words





Remus squinted as the bright morning sunlight came sifting through the cracks in the cellar door. He was back to normal and free for another month. He looked himself over as best he could, and other than a couple of shallow scratches on his arms he was unharmed. He reached for his clothes and dressed before settling down on the sleeping bag and drinking the bottles of water Hermione had so thoughtfully provided for him.





He didn’t have to wait long after the sun came up before he heard the rattling of the chains over the door as Hermione unlocked it and flung the doors wide open. She trotted down the steps quickly and immediately fell to her knees in front of him.





“Are you alright? Do you have any injuries?” She was tugging on the buttons of his shirt, trying to remove it so she could assure herself of his well being.





“Hermione, stop.” Remus grabbed her wrists, chuckling softly and reveling in the fact that she cared so much. “I’m fine, just a couple of scratches.” He rolled his sleeves to his elbows and held his arms out to her. “See, they aren’t even deep.”







Hermione looked at the long, thin scratches and sighed with relief. She wasn’t sure what she had expected, but she knew that in the past he would wake up with torn, shredded flesh and her sleep had been tormented by nightmares along those lines.



“Alright, come inside, let me clean these scratches and you need to eat. I made you an omelet and some bacon.” She took his hand and pulled him to his feet. He tugged her close and kissed her.



“Thank you for caring so much.” He said. Hermione laid her hand along the side of his face and stared up at him.





“You have no idea.” She smiled slightly and exited the cellar. Remus followed behind her, a little confused by her comment, but was too afraid of the answer to inquire further. He was tormented enough by his thoughts of her as his mate while in wolf form. If he didn’t take the potion, he wouldn’t have any recollection of having such thoughts.





He followed her back into the cottage and sat at the table while she nursed his scratches. When she was done she took his plate from the oven where she had been keeping it warm and placed it on the table in front of him. While he ate she fussed about in the kitchen, needing to be close to him. He watched her, enjoying the feeling of someone fussing over him for a change. When she noticed his plate was empty she stopped and looked down at him.



“Do you want more?” She asked, perfectly willing to fix him more to eat. He shook his head slowly and clasped her wrist.





“No. Come here Hermione.” His voice was low and gruff as he stood and pulled her close to him. He kissed her without warning. His head swooping down quickly to capture her lips with his. Remus pressed one hand to the small of her back, the other between her shoulders as he pressed her body fully into his. He wanted her, needed her and could not wait a moment longer to possess her. His mouth was open wide over hers, their mouths sealed perfectly as their tongues met, tussled and retreated again and again.





Remus began to walk her slowly back towards the bedroom, refusing to give up possession of her mouth even as they bumped into the table, a chair, and the doorframe before finally reaching the bed and scrambling onto it sideways. He was too impatient to deal with clothing, so he reached for his wand and they were both naked in a blink. Hermione whimpered softly into his mouth at the contact between their naked skins.





“Too fast?” He asked, barely able to breathe as he released his assault on her lips to look down at her.





“No!” She raked her nails gently down his back to grasp his narrow backside and squeeze. Remus hissed and slid both his knees between hers and pushed her thighs apart so he could settle into the cradle of her hips.





“If you have any reservations at all, you need to tell me now….” He panted as he left a trail of tiny love bites on her shoulder and neck. Her answer was to reach between them and grasp his turgid erection and press the head against her slick entrance.



“Now Remus.” She whispered, lifting her hips and taking the thick head inside her. She moaned slightly at the burning, stretching pain of the penetration.



“Easy sweetheart....you are so tight, we need to do this slower, I wont have you injured.” Remus was kissing her again, more slowly, more tenderly as he tried to sooth her. He was bungling this, moving too fast in his desperation to have her. He remained still, the tip of his cock embedded just inside the entrance of her virgin passage. He braced himself on one arm and stroked his hand slowly up the outside of her thigh. “I don’t deserve what you are giving me.” His hand smoothed over the soft curve of her hip and along her waist. “I have never seen anything as beautiful as you are right now.” He cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over the nipple as he pushed a little deeper. He lowered his head and sucked the little bud into his mouth, his tongue lashing the tender flesh as he pushed even further into her tight, resistant channel. She was so hot, so slick and snug that he was growling as he fought the urge to just drive into her hard and deep.



“Remus….” She whispered his name, her sharp little nails digging into his buttocks as she let her knees fall to the bed and opened her thighs wider.





“Okay…” He kissed her lips, sucking on her tongue when he felt it tickling at his lower lip. “It may hurt…” He pulled back, almost withdrawing completely before thrusting into her hard and fast. She cried out, arching her back and biting into his shoulder. His eyes practically rolled back at the feeling of being balls deep inside her tight fist-like clasp. He was panting, his heated breaths blowing into her ear and along her neck. She pulsed around him and he grunted.





“Please tell me it’s alright to move before I go insane?” He whispered roughly.





“Yes….oh god, yes.” She moaned, clutching at his shoulders as he began to rock his hips into her. Slow and steady he slid his cock into her. She was alternately kissing and sucking at his neck and he knew she was leaving her mark. He was quickly wanting more, needing to assert his dominance over the female beneath him.





He balanced his weight on one arm and reached up to grab her wrist and press it back to the mattress beside her head. He did the same with her other one, careful not to put too much pressure on her wrists.





“Remus?” She looked up at the fierce expression on his face and her eyes widened slightly. He began to thrust faster into her, his hips slamming into hers hard enough to rock the mammoth bed. “Son of a……oh!” He angled his hips down ever so slightly so that every time he slid back into her the head of his cock would hit the sweet spot inside her again and again. She was writhing wildly beneath him and he continued to pound into her. Her cries were completely nonsensical.





The familiar tingle of impending orgasm began tickling at his spine. He lowered his head and sucked her nipple hard into his mouth. She bucked hard from the mattress, crying out when her orgasm hit. The tight pulsing of her heated walls around him was enough to kick him over and the sucking pulsations of her climax milked his seed from hiss body until he was completely drained.





He rolled over, pulling her with him so she rested on top of him. He stroked her naked, sweating back as she whimpered softly into his shoulder from the aftershocks.



“I don’t know what to say….” He was kissing her shoulder, her neck any part of her he could reach he kissed.





“Don’t say anything Remus…..words really aren’t necessary.”







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SO....The wolfie claims his mate.....