Temptation

Disclaimer: Not mine, Jo's, if mine book 7 would have been out by now!

A Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

Remus looked at Bella and took a step back, which only encouraged her to step forward. Her smile played naughtily across her lips, and he watched as she swung her hips playfully at him. He was aware of the unwelcome urge to take those hips in his hands and push her into the house and take her against the wall, but he instead swallowed hard, his contempt for her causing a nauseous lump in his throat. He did not allow his carnal desires to overpower his principles.

“You really think that I am going to fall for the likes of you!” he exclaimed. “You murdered Sirius - he was my best friend!”

Bella’s eyes sparkled with a dangerous and sexy look. She swayed her hips again. She laughed a cruel and wicked laugh.

“Black deserved it, Remus,” she said scornfully. “The arrogant prat needed to be put down!”

Remus agreed that Sirius could be arrogant at times, but that was not a good enough reason to be murdered.

He took another step back, but he stumbled. His arms flailed all over the place and he tried to balance himself before he fell. Bellatrix rolled her eyes and grabbed his jacket front and pulled him back on the ground. She pulled him even further than that as she held him close to her.

“Let me go,” he said.

Bellatrix ran her hands up and down his back. Feeling his muscles all hard and tense, she rubbed them and made them softer and more relaxed.

“Do you remember the last time our family had a get together?” she murmured. Remus tried to forget about it! He was fifteen at the time.

“N – no,” he stammered.

“Yes you do, you were fifteen and I was twenty two. I saw you look at me, with those pretty puppy dog brown eyes and your jaw gaped open. You desired me then, back then Remus J Lupin would have been putty in my hands. You seem to have changed your mind.”

“You killed Sirius!” he snarled in her ear.

“YES, BLACK IS DEAD! GET OVER IT, REMUS!” she yelled in frustration. She pushed him away and stomped to the door.

“How can I get over his death?” Remus asked quietly.

She stopped in her tracks and then she sexily spun on her heel.

“I’m here,” she simpered. She put her face in a cute expression of sorrow. “The last of the Blacks! The very last! Besides, from what I heard, if Black had done what he was told he would never have died!”

Remus knew she was winning the fight. He remembered both he and (surprisingly) Snape had tried to talk him out of it. Perhaps if it was just Remus, Sirius might have obeyed, but Snape always managed to push the wrong buttons.

“Bellatrix, this is – impossible!” he exclaimed. “You have no feelings for me, as I have no feelings for you!”

Bellatrix walked up to him again and looked him up and down. She circled around him and stopped standing right behind him and then she made a grab for his front zip of his trousers then her hand travelled deeper into his groin and made a grab at his manhood, she then pushed her hand up. Remus growled.

“I can MAKE you have feelings for me, Remus,” she said. She began nibbling at his ear lobe. “I can MAKE you change your mind. And when I’m done I’ll MAKE you stay so that we can do it again!”

Remus rounded on her and she removed her hand from his penis.

“You are a wench,” he snarled. “An evil, scheming wench! How dare you think that Dora could so easily be replaced! And if I were to find another love the last person in the world I’d think of would be you!”

Bellatrix laughed and pushed him inside her house. As she walked in, she casually hooked the door with her heel and pushed it shut with her toes. Remus watched the movement; he saw her shapely legs and those toes. He always had a thing for feet. He looked at the belt wrapped around her waist and was sorely tempted to undo the belt.

“LOVE?” she screeched once they were inside. “LOVE? Who said anything about love? I am talking about lust, Remus.” She stepped up to him, pressing him against the wall. She stroked his face and he shifted uncomfortably at the closeness, longing to lean into her but resisting. “Pure, unadulterated lust,” she continued, “the sort of lust that grows deep within the bosom, the fiery lust of two people who can’t keep their hands off each other!” She ran a lazy finger across his lips. He parted them, but did not suck at the finger so openly offered. “I’m not talking about buying curtains with you or anything, I just want sex!”

Remus tried to look in her eyes, but his gaze wondered down, and down, further to her beautiful, shapely feet. She decided she had to take the first step. She had heard that Gryffindorian men could be completely useless when it came to it. She never believed it, thinking that all men acted on what their penises were thinking of at the time. It seemed that this one needed extra encouragement.

“Let me go home,” he said.

“You are home,” she murmured. She took one end of the black silk belt and slowly tugged at it, letting it snake down her. As she took the other end and did the same, Remus felt his throat constrict and his mouth go dry, his clothes becoming a prison. She put her fingers on the knot of the belt. She picked at it, keeping direct eye contact and pulled the knot apart. She stood there with her nightdress gaping open. It revealed a lush body that Remus daren’t touch. She raised an eyebrow as she took hold of the edges; she pulled them and let the silk gown fall down her arms in a sexy ripple. Remus’ eyes widened.

Her skin was marble white, her breasts were full and ripe. Her legs were creamy and powerful. Her black hair fell down her back in rippling waves, and the ends caressed her arms; all he wanted to do was put some of her hair aside to reveal more of that marble white skin. She was indeed as her name suggested - a beautiful trickster. She stood in front of him completely naked.

Remus took his jacket off and let it fall on the floor. Bellatrix rolled her bright eyes and stalked up to him. She tugged at the edge of his trousers and pulled him to her, using the belt as her lead. She turned, swapped hands on the belt, and walked. He followed, his mouth wide open and his eyes popping out of their sockets.

She led him into the bedroom. She turned around and flung her arms around his neck and put her lips on his. She loved the sweaty, salty taste of men. She probed deeper into his mouth and he let her in. She ran her tongue up and down his, causing him to moan as she put her hands in his pockets and squeezed. He gasped! She broke the kiss.

“Lust, Remus,” she whispered. “Lust is an emotion as well. It’s just as powerful and as painful as love, wouldn’t you say?”

“Let me go, Bellatrix. Don’t you think you’ve done enough to me already?” he asked.

“No, I don’t,” she said. She went down on her knees and undid his belt and took it out of the strips. She then took the button on the trousers and tore it right off and gasped playfully as she looked up at him. “Let’s see what this is hiding then, shall we?” she asked throatily.

‘Oh, Merlin, Bella get it over with please!’ he pleaded privately.

She yanked at the zip and squealed with delight.

“Bellatrix, stop playing!” he exclaimed through gritted teeth.

She ignored him as she pulled the trousers down to reveal a pair of brown cotton boxers. She smirked as she ran her lips over the front and felt him harden.

“See, I told you I could make you have feelings for me, Remus!” she exclaimed triumphantly.

He put a hand on her silky locks and twirled them in his fingers.

“Come up, Bella,” he whispered throatily. “Come up and kiss me!”

“Oh no Remus,” she replied. “I make the rules here.”

She ran her hands over the elastic edging of the boxers and circled her hands around his hips. She slipped her fingers under both sides of the waistband and began pulling the boxers down tortuously slow, covering the flesh she exposed with kisses.

He could no longer take it and grabbed her hands and pulled her up so hard she actually winced.

“Now, Bella, that is where you most certainly are wrong!” he growled.

“What do you mean?” she spat. He twisted her wrists and grabbed her by the waist, flinging her onto the green and silver coverlets on the bed.

“I mean,” he said, straddling her, “that I could make you pay for what you did to my friends! Brace yourself, Lestrange, because this is really going to hurt!”

A/N I want to thank the beta JillianEtcetera for going through these first two chapters.