Wolfish Wants

Here again. ^_^ another chapter that I hope everyone loves. Please review and help poor Remus get some relief!

Ivory Wolf

Ps. To Guess, merci. ….that’s right, isn’t it? anyway, that you for your comments, I’ll make sure to keep them in mind. Also, I don’t notice your grammatical errors, nor would I say anything about them if I did. I know how hard it is to learn another language and I personally think you’re doing a great job. Sadly, I don’t have the skills you do when I needed to learn spanish. *sigh*


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“I’m so sorry Remus,” Peter apologizes for the millionth time.

“Let it go Wormtail,” Sirius says. “He’ll get over it after the full moon.”

“When is that?”

“Tonight,” Remus answers.

“Oh, so you’re not eating supper with us tonight.”

“Nope.”

“I’m sorry. I know you’re been enjoying eating diner with Shea.”

“You had to mention that.” It’s true. One of the positive things that has happened to Remus is the fact that Shea has been warming up to him. They eat their meals and do their homework together. Now that she has admitted her interest, Remus has convinced the wolf to be patient in his attempts to claim her as his mate. Since the wolf is satisfied with the improvement in their relationship, he complies and hasn’t been as much of a bother lately.

“Don’t worry. We’ll tell her that you’re sick,” James says. “She’ll buy it.”

“But I don’t want her to,” Remus whispers. “I want her to know.”

“Moony, you know as well as I do that that can’t happen.”

“Prongs is right,” Sirius agrees. “You tell her and she’ll freak out.”

“I know,” Remus sighs. “Come on, we have to go to potions.”

As soon as they enter the dungeon, Remus spots Shea… talking to Snape.

“Calm down,” James immediately says. “You know that she’s not interested in him. He’s probably just asking about the essay we had to write.”

“You’re right,” Remus says to himself. He walks to her and is glad to see her face break into a grin when she sees him. He sits beside her and casually puts his arm around her as he looks at Snape.

“Hello Snape,” he smiles.

Snape gives a quick nod before looking back at Shea. “Think about what I said,” he tells her. He walks off and Remus gives her a piercing gaze.

“What did he say?” he asks.

“Something about how he’s a loser who knows he can’t get into my pants so he makes stuff up,” she states.

Remus tenses up, remembering that Snape found out his secret last year. But he wouldn’t tell anyone after he swore to Dumbledore that he wouldn’t… would he? “And what was that?”

“That you’re a bed wetter,” she answers.

He laughs and snuggles closer to her. ‘Snape didn’t tell her,’ he thinks. ‘Thank God.’

“I take it that he was lying,” she giggles when he nibbles on her neck affectionately. “I swear Remus, sometimes you act more K9 than human.”

“You have no idea.”

“Really-“

“Mr. Lupin, are you going to untangle yourself from Ms. O’Brian or do I need to use a crowbar?” Professor Lock asks. The students around them giggle as they separate, sitting side by side as close as they can get.

“Now, as I was saying-“ His teachings fall to deaf ears as Remus slowly plays with the lines of Shea’s hand. He savors the touch and wishes that she could be there for him tonight. He knows that her hands would be enough to keep the pain of changing at bay.

‘She could if you just ask,’ the wolf says.

‘I can’t,’ he tells him. ‘She wants a normal boyfriend, not a freak.’

‘Werewolves don’t have boyfriends or girlfriends, they have mates,’ he states. ‘You need to remember that.’

‘You-‘

Remus grips the desk and his eyes widen slightly. He looks down to see that what he felt really happened. He looks back to Shea to see that her eyes are bright and full of mischief. “What are you doing?” he whispers hoarsely.

“Payback,” she answers as she continues to caress him through his clothing.

“What if we get caught?” he pants, grateful that they’re sitting in the back of the class.

“I guess that means you’ll just have to keep quiet,” she chuckles. She slides her hand into his pants and takes him member in her warm hand.

“What if I told you that if you keep doing this then I’m going to throw you down and fuck you right now?” he growls, causing her to shiver.

“I love it when you talk like that,” she whispers as she slowly pumps him.

“I’m serious…” That hand. He can’t think with her hand on him.

“You won’t,” she states.

“And… what… makes you… say… that,” he breathes, trying to fight off his moans.

“Because you don’t want me to stop,” she purrs into his ear before licking it. “As dominant as you are, you like receiving pleasure.”

“But I haven’t had the chance to fully-” he bites his lip hard enough to draw blood as she speeds up the tempo. He hooks his legs under his chair to keep himself from thrusting up as she slows down again. “Don’t tease.”

“Ms. O’Brian, I’m sure you have the answer,” Professor Lock states.

“Yes sir,” she smiles, releasing Remus before he can reach his orgasm. “You stir the potion counterclockwise before adding the powdered beetles.”

“Correct,” he blinks in shock. “And with that-“

“Why. Did. You. Stop?” Remus growls as Professor Lock continues his lecture.

“You wanted me to,” she says innocently.

“But- you- we- I-“ he stutters. He growls in frustration as he puts some space between the two. For the rest of the period he sits at his desk, trying to ignore his painful erection.

As soon as the bell rings, Shea takes his hand and pulls him into the first broom closet she comes across. “What are you-“ his question is interrupted by the feel of soft lips against his. He growls and kisses her back, pulling her against him. “What about Transfiguration?”

“You’re right,” she pants. “Better make this quick.”

Before Remus has a chance to comment, Shea drops to her knees and slips underneath his robes. Remus cries out when he feels her swallow him whole. “Oh… my- Ah!” He bites his lip and tastes copper when Shea’s talented hands find a spot just behind his testicles. “Shea.” He throws his head back as he thrusts into her mouth as fast as he can, wanting to reach his peak. “I’m… going… to-“ he howls as he cums in her mouth, his pleasure only doubling when she strokes that one spot again. When his orgasm is over, she releases him and is immediately rewarded with a kiss.

At first Remus is a little shocked at tasting himself, but is soon cleaning out Shea’s mouth, growling for more. “Already,” she smiles. “Well you’re going to have to wait. We need to get to class.”

“To Hell with class,” he states, pulling her in for another kiss.

“No, no, no,” she tells herself more than him. “We need to get to… class.” She moans as his lips find the right spot on her neck and suck hard. “Re…mus…” Her breath quickens as his hands rub her breasts through her robes. She manages to pull herself together and forcefully pushes himself away. “We have to get to class.” She cracks open the closet door and leaves when she sees that the cost is clear.

“Wait,” Remus says, catching up with her. He wraps his arm around her waist possessively and nibbles on her ear. “You know you wanted to stay in the closet.”

“I know, but I also know that McGonagall would have the whole castle search for us,” she states. “Imagine having her find us there or worse, Dumbledore.”

“Good point,” he sighs. “Though I still wish we stayed in there.”

“What’s the rush?” she asks. “Afraid it w las last forever?”

“Will it?” he asks, forgetting his lust as he looks at her.

She brushes the stray strands from his face and replies; “If you want it to.”

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“Did she believe you?” Remus asks as the friends sit in the Shrieking Shack, patiently waiting for the change to begin.

“Yes, but we had a hard time convincing her not to visit you,” Sirius answers. “We told her that you didn’t want her to catch. She said that if it was contagious then she’s probably already gotten it. What did she mean by that Moony?”

Remus blushes. “None of your business,” he states, drawing a chuckle from the others.

“Fine, keep your secrets to yourself,” James grins. Remus chuckles before wincing in pain. “Other form mates, he’s changing.”

As his friends change into their animal forms, he bites his lip before crying out in pain. He falls to his knees and helplessly scratches at the scarred wooden floors as his fingers become claws. His spin bends and his bones crack and deep hazel fur sprouts out from his skin. His cries become howls as his mouth changes into a snout. His extra sensitive ears can hear himself pant as the pain finally fades away. He looks around to see his friends looking at him with worried faces.

He breaks into an odd grin and he tackles Padfoot, ready to play. Padfoot retaliates by throwing him off and playfully biting his ear. Prongs stamps his hoof to get their attention before gesturing, with a tilt of his head, that they leave.

The four leave the Whomping Willow and the wolf breathes in the scent of the beautifightight. ‘Freedom,’ he thinks happily as he almost prances across the grounds. It seems like it’ll be another night of mischief and fun-

That is until the wolf picks up a new scent.

‘Shea,’ he grins. Leaving the other behind, he runs into the night and heads towards Hagrid’s hut.

Padfoot sniffs the air, wondering if the wolf picked up the scent of a rabbit. He then realizes who it is. ‘Shit.’

Padfoot runs after the wolf as he nears the hut. With a quick leap, he tackles him to the ground and tries to get a hold of his neck to get him under control.

‘No,’ the wolf thinks. ‘I’ve waited too long.’ With ease he snaps back and tosses Padfoot aside.

“What’s goin’ on here?” Hagrid asks as he opens the door. “Ruddy dogs- oh my God!-“ The wolf knocks the half-giant aside and comes face to face with Shea.

Her blue eyes are wide and full of fear as he slowly stalks towards her. ‘I’m not going to hurt you,’ he thinks. ‘I’d never hurt you.’

The wolf howls in pain when he feels large hands pick him up and toss him out of the hut. “Bloody wolf,” he bellows. “I’ll kill ya for tryin’ to hurt her.”

“Hagrid don’t,” Shea cries, hurrying to the wolf’s side. “It’s Remus.”

“What are you talkin’ ‘bout?” Hagrid says. “It’s a monster-“

“It’s Remus,” she states. “I’d recognize those eyes.” She stares into the wolf’s eyes as she lovingly strokes his face.

‘She loves me,’ the wolf thinks. With this thought, a plan forms in his mind.

‘No,’ Remus thinks. ‘You can’t do that, I won’t let you.;

‘I must,’ he growls. ‘She must be mine.’

Before anyone can react, before Shea can scream, before Remus can point out why it shouldn’t be done, the wolf pounces and bites Shea.


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ooooooooooooooo, what’s going to happen next? *shrugs* review and see. hoory for cliff hangers. Ta for now, much love,
Ivory Wolf