No Denying it

Chapter Four: Sampling the local Delights

Hermione collapsed on the couch two seconds after entering the cottage. She had spent the whole day jumping around the Ministry of Magic, giving her reports to different departments and government organization leaders.

Almost all of them had looked at her like she had four heads with some extra limbs thrown in as well. Was it really so hard to believe that a pack of werewolves could form a completely self-sufficient community? Remus Lupin was one of the most highly praised war heroes, proving that a werewolf could live like any other man.

‘He must still be considered an exception.’ She thought as she kicked off her shoes and wiggled her abused toes.

She looked at her watch, 5:15, she had time to get ready. This close to the full moon half-lycans really started to embody the needs of their inner wolf. She needed to shower, she had been around men all day and their scents still lingered on her.

She had bought steaks for the grill, and had picked out a red and white sundress, she had noticed Bill’s reaction to the flirty clothing and didn’t want to disappoint. Tonight she would go sans bra and knickers; they probably would not last long anyway.

She debated whether or not to explain the depth of her connection with the Russian Pack. She looked at her palm with the slight silvery line tracing straight down. She would tell him tonight, after they had tasted.

Hermione could feel her body humming with anticipation. And with the full moon only three days away that meant she would soon be mated to her half-lycan, should he choose to claim her.

She finished just in time to hear the pop of apparation on her back porch, and the bang of her screen door.

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Bill was more than happy to take over grill duty as Hermione put the finishing touches on her potato salad. Not that is was overly hard to grill one rare steak and one medium.

He stood there flipping the meat and watching her walk round the deck, placing plates on the table, lighting candles and bringing out bowls of salad and fruit. She looked beautiful and he wished it could be warm all year long, just so she could keep wearing those sexy little dresses. He noticed she had gone with out a bra tonight, her soft breast encased only by the dress. Bill could not wait to taste them.

He brought their food to the table and pulled out her chair for her, dropping a kiss onto her head and enjoying her warm feminine scent.
Bill was proud at how well he was keeping himself in check. They talked about work, he swelled with pride as she spoke about her campaign for werewolf rights to buy property and just to be able to live a normal life.

Hermione was very interested in the different counter-curses he had helped to develop for the team at the bank. She was the particularly interested in a spell that was able to break through one of the curses from the book of Ra.

It wasn’t until dessert that Bill really felt his guard begin to slip. Hermione wandered into the house to retrieve a bowl of fresh cream, and proceed to dip the fresh fruit into the sweet fluffy substance.

She was acting complete normal as she enjoyed one piece of fruit and then another. Bill was having a hard time with the hand to mouth movement, as he was so busy watching her. He didn’t notice her legs shifting under the table.

Hermione gently began to trace her foot up the inside of Bill’s khaki covered leg. She watched his sky blue eyes darken to cobalt, shining with lust. Her toes began to rub the inside of his thigh, millimeters from the hard length of his cock.

She knew she was playing with fire, when his eyes sparked gold, but she was unprepared for what happened next.

When Bill felt her toe run the length of his erection he felt the wolf jump to the front of his mind. He felt as if he had no conscious control over his action as he quickly stood, knocking the chair to the floor, and in a flash he had Hermione in his arms and his mouth over hers, tasting the summer fruit she had been teasing him with.

He groaned into her mouth when she wrapped her leg around his hips. He refused to let go of her mouth as he stumbled through the door and into the living room.

“Bedroom?” he asked latching his mouth onto her pulse point.

“Hallway, first door, on the right.” She rasped out as he scraped his teeth over her skin.

Bill moved as fast as he could without dropping Hermione, the heat radiating from her aroused sex pressed against his own was driving him mad. He took no time to observe the room as he made a beeline for the bed in the center.

He all but fell on it, but was mindful not to crush the witch below him. He kissed her again, one hand moving up to her neck the other moving to the legs still wrapped around him. He pushed the skirt of her dress up and out of the way for his exploration of her soft skin.

It was then he discovered her little secret.

“Humm, no knickers, you naughty little witch,” Bill rumbled into her ear as his hand went to cup her bare folds.

“I figured they would just get in the way.” She said as she arched her body closer to his.

“I have a little surprise for you as well,” he whispered into her ear while he took her hand from around his neck and guided it to the front of his trousers.

Hermione made quick work of the buttons and found his cock bare and in her hand, hot and ready. “Great minds think alike.” She whispered as she fondled him.

“Tonight, I believe you promised a tasting, so no more of that,” he snatched her hand away from him and pinned both above her head, “And I intend to taste every bit of your delicious skin by the time this night is over.”

He kissed her roughly for a second and then pulled away. “Now, stay put.” He ordered, this one was playful, but Hermione could feel the dominance of his wolf radiating from his body.

He stood back and quickly stripped of all his clothing. When he was finished he made quick work of Hermione’s dress, flinging the garment over to the corner, with his own clothes.

He took in the sight of her, those long curls spread over the pillow, her lips red from his kisses, her long, smooth legs bent letting him see all of her.

She was breathtaking. He crawled onto the foot of the bed wrapping his long fingers around her ankles, drawing her legs up to is shoulder.

“I think I will start here,” he half growled and his tongue licked at her ankle bone, “and just work my way up.”

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By the time Bill tasted her lips again, he had explored all of her, except the one place she need him the most.

“Bill?” she whimpered as his took her plump lower lip between his teeth.

“I know my witch, you crave my tongue, my lips.” He began to move down her body, sampling her breast again before continuing.

“You smell so good Hermione,” he rumbled from around her hip, “I bet you taste a hundred times sweeter though.” And with that he ran the rough of his tongue over her aroused folds eliciting a deep moan from the witch.

He continued to work her with his tongue, sampling every bit of her intimate flesh until she was shaking and gripping the sheets for dear life.

She was delicious; her taste was earthy and sweet. Everything about her overwhelmed his scenes and called him to claim her as his own.

As her climax claimed her, Bill continued to work her until Hermione lay still, panting as though she had just run a marathon.

“You were amazing.” She managed to say, her hand tangling in his long red hair.

“Hope I didn’t ware you out witch, you still have to taste me.” He rumbled as he pressed his swollen cock into her thigh.

“Never,” she smiled as he came to lie next to her. He kissed her lips quickly and then laid back offering up his body for her lips. She smiled and began the long journey, starting with his scared face to his perfect cock.

She nipped and licked at the sharp angle of his hips, making him buck and growl in his throat.

“No more teasing,” he rumbled as Hermione blew a warm breath over the head of his erection.

She smirked and took him between her plump lips. He whimpered and tangled one large hand in her dark curls. She pulled him as far into her throat as she could before sliding back up and flicking the rim of the mushroomed head.

Her hands caressed his freckled, muscular thighs as she continued to move up and down the hard column of flesh. His masculine salty scent and taste was calling to her blood. She could feel the pull to this wolf, and wanted to be claimed.

She felt this body stiffen and drank down his release with vigor as it filled her mouth. The moment her head rose from his lap Bill dragged the witch up and under him.

“You are perfect.” He said as he licked her neck in a long sensual stroke.

Hermione sighed as he pulled the sheet over their cooling bodies and tucked her into his side. His leg possessively trapping hers between his and he buried his nose in her curls breathing deeply her calming essence.

Hermione felt his breathing deepen. She smiled down has his hand moved up to cup her breast and squeeze gently.

She brought her own hand up and covered his, knowing tomorrow she would have to tell him about the scar in that hand.

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A/N Sorry for the wait, lost local internet connection for a few weeks, have a lung infection and it is mid-terms, Welcome to Africa.

Will try to update more often, promise.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter,
~Sarah