No Denying it

Chapter Two: The Beginning

Hermione had finished unpacking and setting up her small cottage on the outskirts of a small wizarding village, not far from Shell Cottage.

She put in a pot roast with all the fixings and got dressed. Then she paced. For nearly an hour, Hermione walked the short distance from the back porch door to the front, made a wide turn about the living room and would always end up at the kitchen window, which a had a clear view of her front walk way.

It was two minutes to six and Hermione found herself staring out onto the slowly darkening path. With a slight pop announcing his arrival, Hermione saw Bill appear on her front walk. Her whole body tingled at the very sight of him. She checked herself in the mirror in the front hall and waited for him to knock.

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Bill stepped up on the porch and wiped at the imaginary wrinkles on his blue collared shirt. He had never been nervous on a date in his life.

Nervous was the wrong word, he was on edge, anxious, being surround by her scent. He had never reacted to a woman so quickly and so, violently. It thrilled his inner wolf, which was prowling closer the surface of his mind each day the moon grew.

He would have to be careful.

He raised his arm to knock and barley finished the rapping before the door opened to reveal Hermione.

'Damn those sun dresses’ he thought, as he looked her over. The light rose-colored cotton clung to her full breast and flared over her round hips. Her long chestnut curls hung around her shoulders, she looked like the earth Goddess, and Bill was ready to pay homage.

“Welcome Bill, come in.” she stepped to the side to allow his larger frame entrance.

“Thank you,” he said as he entered lightly brushing up against her smooth arm.

The cottage was a good size, and Hermione had wasted no time in making it her home. All around Bill noticed little trinkets, picture frames and other personal items. This made his home look like a tomb.

“Dinner should be done in a moment, why don’t we go sit in the kitchen.” She suggested and led the way, Bill very much enjoying the view as her hips swayed; at that moment he was convinced that he would follow her anywhere.

He sat at the round table set up for a nice dinner for two. If the food tasted half as good as it smelled that he was indeed a very lucky man.

Hermione served him a heaping portion of rare pot roast, rosemary potatoes, streamed veg, and fresh bread.

After his first bite he looked up at Hermione with large eyes, “Don’t tell mum, but you could give her a run for her money with this cooking.”

“Why thank you,” she said with a little laugh, “I am glad you are enjoying it.”

“So I only got to hear bits and pieces of the stories you shared with the family about your time with the Russian Pack, I am very interested in what you learned.” He started the conversations after a large bite of meat.

“Well where to start, I had to leave out certain parts of my research when talking to the entire clan,” she started to explain.

“Like what?” he asked, intrigued.

“Well the most fascinating part was studying the breeding habits of the Werewolves and the part-Lycans.” She answered taking a sip of wine.

“Breeding habits?” he asked his ginger eyebrows rose.

“Oh yes, the whole thing from the search for their mates, to their first joining, to the birth of pups, it was all beautiful to watch unfold.” She answered with a smile in her face.

“You mentioned part-Lycans, the Pack allows them to live among the full werewolves?”

“Yes, many of the part-Lycans move in order to find a community and many also ask to be fully changed. My friend Dmitri was a part-lycan for the greater part of his life. He was never comfortable in just the wizard world, so he moved and Bogdan, the Alpha of the pack, agreed to transform him fully.”

“Really, I have never heard of anything like that before.”

“Dmitri and others have come forward over the years but it is not a very common occurrence, simply because part-lycans are very rare.”

“I am the only one I know,” Bill said, a bit of sadness in his blue eyes.

“I can help change that if you like, there are about a handful living among the Pack at the moment.”

“I would love to visit the Pack.”
“I would love to introduce you to everyone, Bogdan and his mate Karina, of course Dmitri.”

“You seem fond of Dmitri.” He said a strangely aggressive tint to his voice.

“He was one of the first ones willing to be interviewed, and he showed a lot of interest in me. His line was, ‘Lets tempt fate and mate.’ He was constantly saying that we were destined for each other.”

“Did you feel the same?” Bill asked holding the jealous wolf in his mind at bay.

“Not in the slightest,” she answered and the wolf calmed a bit.

“So how is life at the bank?” she asked.
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After dinner Hermione suggested taking their drinks out on her back deck. Bill followed closely behind her. Just as she set down her wine glass she felt those beautifully large, warm hands slide around her waist to rest on her hips.

He pulled their two bodies flush together. His nose seeking the juncture of her neck and shoulder, craving her delicious scent that had been taunting him all night.

“Did Dmitri ever make you feel like this?” he asked as she dropped her head back onto his shoulder. He could smell her arousal growing.

“Never, though he tried.” She answered honestly and a felt the vibration of his possessive growl move through his chest.

“I want you Hermione, more than I have wanted anyone else in my life, so I know it is not just the moon.” He rumbled deeply in her ear.

The waxing moon held itself high above the fields and woods beyond Hermione’s massive herb garden. They both looked up at the white orb, and she sighed as his hands began to run up and down, from the top of her thighs to the bottom of her breasts.

“I want to take things slow, get to know you again, but my body demands I make you mine.”

“I understand Bill, why don’t we take it slowly, and by the end of the week we own each other.” She suggested.

“And how do we do that my witch?” he asked as his lips trailed over her shoulder moving the strap of her dress down.

She moved her hands over his and placed one of her feet on a long rung of her deck railing, effectively opening herself.

“We start with touch.” She whispered bringing his hand down to the hem of her dress that hung at her knee.

He took the hint and began the long, torturous journey up her smooth thigh to her hot center. Her arms had wrapped up around his neck, one hand scratching his scalp.

When his long fingers moved passed the lacy edge of her knickers, and played gently with the outer lips of her sex, Hermione arched back trying to bring his hand closer to where she needed him.

“So passionate,” he mumbled, “So hot,” he said as he cupped her completely, “and wet,” when he finally push his long finger into her tight passage.

“Gods Bill.” Hermione moaned, moving her free hand down to his tented jeans. Somehow she was able to get the belt undone and make quick work of his zipper.

He was hard, long and thick. Her small hand could barely close around his cock as she started to pump up and down in time with his exploring fingers.

Within minutes they felt their own, and each other’s, orgasms approaching. Bill claimed Hermione’s lips and swallowed her cry of release, which was closely followed but a groan of his own pleasure into her sweet mouth.

They stood there, panting on the deck beneath the moon, until their sweat covered bodies could no longer take the chill of the early summer night.
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A/N And so they get to know each other.

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Sarah