No Denying it

Chapter 3: Eyes of the Beholder.

Bill was pacing his office on Monday morning, replaying the events of the weekend. There was a new file on his desk Bork -the head Goblin- had left him. Something about a cursed chest of jewels from Morocco. That could wait.

He had sent Hermione an owl inviting her over for drinks that night, and was surprised when the owl returned so quickly with a yes.

He could still feel her body pressed against his, the sweet smell of her skin, her soft lips and her tight passage wrapped around his fingers.

He felt his cock twitch at the thought.

Hermione was the embodiment of what he wanted in a woman. Someone who would accept, even embrace, who and what he was. She was a witch who was intelligent and independent, kind and self-giving.

Hermione was all that and more and Bill was itching to claim her fully as his mate. Tonight was going to be a challenge indeed if they were going to take it slow.


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Hermione was sitting in front of her hearth, Karina’s head floated amongst the green flames of the floo network.

“So you have finally found your mate Hermione.” She teased lightly. Karina had the gift of the Seers and had told Hermione straight out at their first meeting that there was a half-lycan in England that was doomed to steal her heart.

“I think I have,” Hermione smiled,

“Go easy on the poor man Hermione, but also be careful, from what you have told me he has not fully embraced the wolf part of himself.”

“Don’t worry, you and Bogdan taught me well on both accounts. How is the Alpha?”

“You know how he gets this close to the full moon.” Karina winked.

“How did you get away?” Hermione laughed

“He had some business in the village to deal with before the full moon, but he promised to be back soon.”

“I am surprised you haven’t foreseen any pups in your future.” Hermione said

“That fates will decide when the time is right. Oh I hear him coming I better go, keep me updated.”

“I will, send my love to everyone.”

“I shall.” And with one last fond smile she disappeared, leaving Hermione to ponder before she left for Bill’s home.

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By the time the knock came on the door of Shell Cottage, Bill had worked himself into a frenzy.

The sight on his threshold was not helping his situation.

'How does she always look so delicious?’ He thought as he took in the light blue halter top, accentuating her round breasts, the black knee length shorts and black sandals which she kicked off within seconds of entering his home.

“Come in, welcome,” he said as he leaned down to brush a soft kiss over her lips and then brushing his nose along the column of her neck, enjoying the warm scent of her body. He was reigning in his urges as best as possible.

“Thank you,” she whispered as she tilted her head to expose more of her neck to his touch. Too soon he pulled away.

“I have wine, whiskey or beer.” He offered leading her into the living room.

Hermione very much appreciated Bill’s well warn jeans and tight white tee shirt. His arms and arse looked gorgeous in particular; the tight muscles hugged by the fabric in a way that could make a girls’ temperature rise.

“Wine is fine,” she said making herself comfortable on the soft brown sofa. She looked around and frowned a little when she noticed how barren his home seemed, not really a home at all by her standards.

Bill joined her on the sofa handing her a glass of wine, a glass of whiskey in his hand.

“What sense shall we conquer tonight?” Bill asked as they sat in front of the empty hearth, the weather too hot for a fire. He had a playful smile but she could see the spark of lust in his eyes.

“I would like to see you.” Hermione said as she moved to a kneeling position next to him on the couch.

“I am right here,” he said to her as he moved a rogue curl from her forehead.

“No, I want to see all of you Bill, everything the Gods gave you.” she partly whispered as her eyes traveled the length of his body.

“I want to see you too,” he replied, his voice dropping as his arousal started to grow. He reached forward and wrapped his large hand around the back of her neck and tugged at the knot holding her light blue halter-top in place.

Slowly he trailed his fingers across her shoulders, down her collarbone, tickled the swell of her breast before pushing the top down, fingers trailing the valley of her breast. The top gave way to reveal the black lace strapless bra. His hand brushed over the soft fabric.

“Beautiful” his said soft as a prayer.

Hermione reached down and grabbed the hem of the shirt and removed it completely, which was shortly followed by her bra.

Bill let out a groan as her soft feminine body came into view.

He slow started to move his hand toward her, but stopped, unsure.

“We covered touch last night Bill, go on, I have been thinking about those hands on me all day.”

With a low growl, his placed his hand softly on her slightly rounded stomach. The heat of his hand shot right to Hermione’s core.

He inched up, brushing the underside of her breast and then over the hard rosy tips.

A low moan escaped her lips has his exploration continued, her back arched, presenting her chest to him.

“I love the way you respond to me darling, so free with your passion.” Bill commented as his hands continued their quest up over her shoulders and then down her arms.

“Mmm, Bill I want, need, to see you.” She said as her small hands moved forward to tug at the bottom of his shirt.

“As if I could deny you.” She gave her a little half smile before quickly pulling off the offending garment.

It didn’t take long before all clothing had been discarded to the floor and the two looked their fill.

Hermione stood unflinching under his gaze. She could feel his eyes devouring every inch of her body. He circled her, his fingers grazing and bit of soft skin he could reach. After about his fifth turn around her, he came to a halt behind her.
He placed both hands on her shoulders and moved down, his long fingers reaching to her thighs.

“Open up Hermione,” he commanded his fingers drumming on the inner flesh of her thighs.

She did so, leaning back closer, loving the feel of his hard cock against her lower back.

His fingers moved quickly between her folds, first lightly teasing, then more desperate strokes as she raced closer to her climax. He other hand busy mapping every inch of her sweaty torso.

Hermione felt the beginning of her orgasm and leaned back and clutched Bill’s freckled arm. She let out a whimpering moan as stars exploded behind her eyelids.

Bill held her close as she gain controlled of her shaking limbs. Once she was coherent enough she turned in his arms and latched her lips onto his.

“You are amazing,” said Hermione once she pulled back from the kiss, “but now it is my turn.”

Bill was so hard at this point he was certain he would lose all control once she got her hands on him. And did she torture him.

Hermione took her time taking in his form. She traced the scars from Fenir that marred his shoulder and right clavicle. Down his muscled back, tracing his spine until she playfully pinched his perfect bum.

She moved around and kneeled before him, taking her time to outline the contours of his legs, casually brushing his erection. The growls coming from deep within his chest caused Hermione’s body to tingle.

He was an all around beautiful man.

“Hermione, please, I am losing control.” He ground out.

Hermione new what he meant, she didn’t need to see the spark of yellow in his eyes to now his inner wolf was prowling closer to the outer ridges of his mind.

Hermione whimpered submissively and nudged his cock with her nose, then took his hard thick length into her hands.

It wasn't long before Bill felt his entire body tense and hum with upcoming release. She sped up and tightened her grip.

He jerked and growled as he spent himself. Bill looked down at the witch at his feet, smiling up at him with a satisfied smile.

He dragged her up from the floor, she wrapped her legs around his waist as he dropped down onto the couch.

He settled her down on his chest and tightened his arms around her body.

“You are the most amazing witch,” he kissed her temple. They sat there for a while just wrapped together.

After sometime Hermione looked at the clock and found it had grown very late and they both needed to get to work in the morning.

“I, sadly, need to be getting home.” She whispered into his neck.

“Mmm, don’t want to move.”

Hermione chuckled, “Look on the bright side, tomorrow night you can come over and we can work on the sense of taste.”

Bill growled, “You are cruel.”

“She laughed again as she rose to gather her clothes. Bill helped her dress and he pulled on his boxers to walk her to the door.

After one last deep kiss, she left.

Neither could wait until tomorrow night.

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A/N Thanks to all my readers/reviewers.

margaritama: I know, we can all dream....

wishyouwere: I haven't read any of Feehan's, I just have a love of Russian History, and many Russian friends. Snape and Hermione (or her with any of the older gents of the HP world) has to be carefully grafted to avoid the ped-factor but it can be done lol.

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~Sarah