Wolfen

The werewolf who Harry had decided to name Gunn after the Gunmetal shade of its coat slowly climbed on the bed next to Harry causing it to tip slightly with the weight.

They stared at each other for what seemed like forever before a highly confused Harry slowly stroked his hand along Gunn’s furred cheek.

Gunn quickly turned and began to ferociously lick his mate’s fingers, Harry moaned in pleasure as his Alpha’s tongue cleansed him.

He let out a small yelp as Gunn pulled him sharply into his arms and began licking at his face.

Harry decided he wanted a go and gently licked Gunn’s cold black nose.

It tasted salty and elicited a growl from the werewolf that Harry knew meant he was enjoying it immensely.

He continued to lick at the wolf's nose and lips the action causing him to become more and more aroused.

Harry found himself being turned round and his hips and bottom pulled into the air.

Harry was so turned on that he was hard as a rock and when the wolf thrust into him it was with great ease as if Harry had somehow produced lubrication.

Harry let out his own low growl as Gunn began to pound him into the mattress.

Harry moaned with pleasure and wound his fingers into his shabby sheets, his erection was trapped between the bed and his stomach and the friction, along with the soft fur of the were and the repeated pounding of his prostrate was causing Harry to become awash with sensations.

In his haze of pre-orgasm he couldn’t hear himself growling loudly.

This time Harry came hard across the sheets and as soon followed by the Werewolf who bit down slightly on Harry’s marked shoulder as it flooded him with its seed.

Harry lay panting as Gunn wrapped his huge hairy arms around him and Harry turned and stroked the fur between Gunn’s ears.

He couldn’t believe he had just had sex with him again, only this time it had been spectacular and all he could think about was being with his mate.

Four hours later the pair were curled in a tangle of limbs and Harry was dying for a pee, he tried to extricate him from the arms that surrounded him but only heard a low growl and the arms tightened.

Harry scratched and bit at Gunn until he released him and Harry walked towards the door.

Harry was instantly gripped by the neck and held against the wall as Gunn growled and pressed his muzzle into Harry’s face, the razor teeth pressing into his cheek.

Gunn wrapped a large paw-like hand around Harry’s penis and tugged, Harry growled loudly, baring his teeth and tried to get him to stop but he did it again and Harry soon began to understand what the wolf wanted him to do.

Harry sighed and lowered his eyes as he released the fluid he was holding and started urinating on the floral carpet at Gunn’s feet.

When he finished Harry raised his eyes and gazed into deep amber ones, he was then lifted with force and carried back to the bed where he was once again wrapped in strong Hairy arms.

When Harry woke the next day he was alone, Gunn was gone and there was a strange odor in the air.

Harry turned his head to see what was once probably one of Mrs. Figgs cats skinned and dripping blood on his pillow; it reeked of Gunn’s saliva and Harry’s stomach couldn’t help but rumble.

After Harry had eaten all but the bones and gristle of the dead cat, Harry dressed in Jeans and a T-shirt and sat in the garden, just listening to the world and scenting the air, when an owl flew down and dropped a letter on his lap.

Harry quickly opened it when he saw Hermione’s tidy Handwriting across the front; he sniffed the letter, memorizing Hermione’s flowery scent and another more earthy smell that he deemed to be Ron.

Dear Harry,

How are you? Are those Muggles causing you any trouble?

Ron and I cannot wait till you come to Grimmauld place, we’ll be housemates! You aren’t going to charge us rent are you Harry?

Anyway everyone here is okay except Remus, he’s been off more than usual lately, and he says that he scented a submissive wolf yesterday when he was on guard duty near your house.

Apparently a large Alpha wolf has been covering the scent of the submissive so it is obvious that it has mated with it by now, Remus seemed a bit annoyed about it, he told me to tell you to be careful and to not get between the Dom and Sub.

“Bit late for that” Laughed Harry to himself.

Anyway Sirius will be picking you up on November the 1st at 12.00pm so be ready!

Love and kisses
Hermione.

Harry folded the letter and put in the pocket of his jeans; he rolled on to his back and stared at the darkening sky. So he was a submissive werewolf, that was interesting, and the strangest thing was that Harry really didn’t mind so much.

Rain stated to patter on the grass around him and Harry quickly made his way to his room, making sure to leave the kitchen window ajar so that Gunn could get in when it was dark.

Harry knew there was only one more night left of the full moon and he really wanted to spend it with his Alpha.