The Wolf Who Loved Me

Chapter Five: Award Winning Performance


It was late when Remus walked Hermione to the wagon they had been given as their own. The three quarter moon was playing havoc with his emotions, with his sex-drive and he had to call upon every bit of his training to rein it in. He kept his arm around her waist, both visibly staking his claim and keeping her close for protection as he scanned the area around them. He wouldn’t put it past Guilford to try and drag her away if he left her alone.


The wound their way through the camp, around the various families sleeping outside beneath the stars towards their wagon as quietly as possible so as not to disturb anyone. He felt Hermione stiffen and slow down beside him.


“Everything alright?” He asked on a whisper.


“I think…I think…” she was staring off to the edge of camp where a couple could be seen writhing in the shadows. “Are they…?”


“Yes, they are making love,” he chuckled. “The Rom are all about love, life and family, Hermione. Sex is a part of the natural cycle of life.”


“Not mine,” she scoffed picking up her step and trying to avoid looking too closely at the people littering the circle. Remus chose to say nothing as they approached their wagon. He used his wand to open the door and held her hand while guiding her inside. He crouched in the doorway, the small interior suddenly seemed too much with her inside and his control wavered.


“I’ll just let you get ready for bed while I do a quick patrol,” he swallowed hard and rubbed the back of his neck as thoughts of her getting naked in the wagon rolled through his mind.


“I don’t have anything to sleep in,” she said softly, biting her bottom lip.


“Oh…erm…I have a couple of cotton undershirts in my bag…they should be pretty long on you…you could transfigure them if you need to,” he said hoarsely. “I’ll be back shortly, don’t go out for any reason and do not open the door for anyone. If you need to…uh…use the bushes I’ll take you when I return,” he said, blushing.


“I should be fine, hurry back,” she said quietly. She didn’t want to be alone any longer than she had to. She had seen the way Guilford Greyback had looked at her and she didn’t want to be unprotected for any length of time. She watched him leave with a combination of relief and sorrow. She needed the few moments to herself, to get her emotions under control. The incident behind the wagons had not been forgotten, much as he might pretend that it had never happened.


She reached for his clothes and dug through them until she found one of his soft white tees. The fabric was thin and smelled of the laundry soap she had used when she did his washing. She set it aside and set to work on the borrowed clothing, folding it neatly and setting it aside before pulling the shirt over her head and tugging the hem down to the middle of her thighs. She sat on the mattress and pulled the quilt over her knees, wondering what was going to happen now. He had felt something in that kiss, she was sure of it, but would he ever do anything about it?

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Remus walked the perimeter of the camp and tried not to think about the witch back in the wagon. She was making his already complicated life even more complicated, if that were possible. He needed to be focused, to concentrate on the mission at hand, not worried about protecting a young, innocent witch. He definitely didn’t need to be distracted by the arousal that seemed to burn through his system like acid in his veins.


Gods, the taste of her! She had tasted like sweet honey laced with spicy cinnamon. Her skin had felt like satin beneath his touch and the way she curved into him when he held her, the way she had clung and pressed herself against him…it was perfect. Holding her felt different, it felt right and it scared him to death.


As he rounded back towards their wagon he caught the scent of another male, Guilford. His long legs ate up the ground as he rushed towards the wagon just in time to catch the shadow of the other wolf as he circled.

“Greyback, I believe I ordered you away from my bitch,” Remus growled, his spine stiff and the hair on the back of his neck slowly rising. Guilford slowly rose from his crouched position and moved closer to the other wolf. Remus had about six inches on him but he didn’t let that bother him. Remus was soft, weak, and his uncle had made a terrible mistake when he turned the runt as a child.


“She’s not really your bitch, now is she Lupin? Poor little thing is crawling between the covers right now, pure as the freshly fallen snow,” Guilford sneered. He sniffed the air, long and deep, closing his eyes and sighing. “Hmmm….your scent is all surface, that little pussy hasn’t been touched, ever.”


“Do not, for one moment, believe that that witch is anything but mine,” Remus ground out, a possessive growl bubbling up in his throat.


“What I don’t understand is why? She’s ripe and for some strange reason she gets all hot and spicy around you…she wants you yet you keep her at arms length….why would you do that?” Guilford asked with narrowed eyes. “What are you up to, Lupin?”


“Mmmmm…maybe the young gadje doesn’t have what it takes to please a man,” Nadia slipped up behind Remus and he cursed himself for not catching her scent as she approached. He shrugged her hands off of his shoulders as she moved around him to stand beside her brother. “The offer is still on the table,” she said softly, her eyes offering a clear invitation.


“Do you get off on rejection, Nadia?” Remus asked the highly sexed woman. “The two of you are a disgrace to your family, far worse than Fenrir.” He spat. “Stay away from my woman and stay away from me.” He growled before walking away, leaving the two wolves behind him. He had to do something to convince Guilford of his claim on Hermione, something to get him and Nadia off of his back.


He lifted the wards on the wagon and crawled inside, well aware that the other two lingered outside, listening, scenting, spying. He saw her eyes open wide as he crawled towards her, lifting his finger to his lips to silence her. He rolled onto his side next to her and toed off his shoes before casting a muffliato spell and leaning in until his lips brushed her ear.


“Nadia and Guilford are outside,” he whispered against her ear, his mustache tickling. “They are spying; they confronted me about the lack of my scent on you.”


“But you’ve been close to me all day, I should smell just like you by now,” she said frowning. She hated that wolves had such a keen sense of smell, hated knowing that every little change in her could be scented by them, by HIM.


“Yes, you smell like me on the surface,” his face blushed bright red. “But if I were truly your lover you would smell like me…um…well, you would smell like me inside as well.” Gods he didn’t want to be having this conversation with her. He needed to talk to her, needed to clear the air and figure out what he was going to do about her feelings…about his feelings. He couldn’t do that now, not with a potential enemy outside listening, waiting for one little misstep.


“You mean…oh…” she squeaked.


“Shhhhh…the spell will only do so much to block them from hearing,” he said softly.


“Why are they listening? What do they expect to hear?” She asked, frowning.


“Us…making love…they are suspicious, it is out of character for me to…to take up with women, more out of character for me to take up with one so young…they don’t believe the story, Hermione,” he said.


“What…what can we do to make them believe?” She asked, slightly distracted by his hot breath blowing against her ear.


“Hermione…do you…I mean…can you…”he couldn’t believe what he was about to ask her. “Could you…masturbate...the scent of your arousal…of sex…?”


“With you here?” She gasped and tugged the quilt up to her chin. “Remus, no…I can’t….oh my god…I can’t…” She felt his fingers against her cheek and his soft shushing in her ear.


“Okay, okay…shhh…it’s alright,” he soothed, stroking her cheek. “I’m sorry I asked you, forgive me…I was just looking for a way…”


“Maybe…maybe you could kiss me again…maybe we could…”

“I’m not going to have sex with you, Hermione, not with those lunatics right outside,” he said.


“Not sex…maybe we could do something other than sex,” she swallowed hard, her face felt like it was on fire as humiliation washed through her.


“I don’t want to take advantage of you, Hermione, I don’t want you to do anything just because of this mission,” he was grinding his teeth in frustration, her idea was a good one and it would probably work but he didn’t want to hurt her, didn’t want to take advantage of the situation.


“It…it wouldn’t be just about the mission, Remus, not for me,” she said softly as she let the quilt drop and lay back on the mattress. Maybe it wasn’t the best of circumstances, maybe it wasn’t the way she had always dreamed it would be but it was an opportunity to have him, to have a taste of what she had longed for.


“Hermione, you don’t have to do this, we can figure something out…” It was her turn to silence him with her finger pressed to his lips.


“It’s alright, I want to,” she whispered.


“We really need to talk about…this thing between us…away from here,” he said.


“Don’t worry, I know this is just an assignment and this is just part of the job for you, I wont read any more into it than that, I promise,” she reached for him, cupping the back of his neck and pulling him down until he was leaning over her. He felt guilt like a punch to the solar plexus, she thought herself undesirable. He touched her cheek with his fingertips, stroking the satiny skin lightly, reverently.


“Not just an assignment, Hermione, not you, never you,” he whispered as he pushed her hair back. “It’s too complicated right now to get into it, but never, ever think this is just about an assignment.”


“Remus…”her heart was pounding and desire was spreading through her.


“I’m going to lift the spell now, but before I do I want you to know that whatever happens between us…it isn’t about the mission, I think that you are beautiful and that I am a very lucky man to have a woman like you to care for him,” he whispered. He lifted the spell just before he pressed his mouth to hers. Gently he rubbed his lips back and forth against hers, tickling and teasing as he settled along her side.


The urge to cover her with his body was there but he resisted and focused on the kiss. He tasted her with careful tenderness, his lips moving ever so softly against hers. Her fingers slipped up the back of his neck and threaded into the slightly too long locks of his hair. She pressed firmly, lifting her head slightly and parting her lips, deepening the kiss and inviting his tongue inside. He couldn’t resist the sweetness of her mouth, dipping his tongue into the heat of her mouth and curling it against hers.


It was like liquid heat was being pumped into his veins the moment he tasted her sweet, intoxicating flavor. His heart raced, an uncontrolled cadence pounding mine..mine..mine..mine. His spine prickled and itched, his cock lengthening and filling painfully as though his body recognized her, his wolf recognized her as belonging to him alone. He nearly crawled out of his skin when her soft fingers slid from his hair, down his neck, across his shoulders and around to open the buttons on his shirt.


Some conscious part of him told him he should stop her before it went too far but the message didn’t quite get through all the way, and what did manage to get through the passion rich fog was ignored as she pushed the shirt off of his shoulders. Without breaking the kiss he shifted his weight from arm to arm, shrugging and wrestling his way out of the shirt until he was bare chested and her fingers were threaded through the silky pad of hair in the center of his chest.


She traced the contours of his torso with a curious, light touch. Her fingertips traced the raised scars that marred his skin and threaded through his curling chest hair. He was soft, the curls silky and springy beneath her touch. He was lean, but well muscled and she could feel his heart pounding beneath her fingertips.


“Your heart is racing,” she whispered against his lips. He nipped her bottom lip lightly then ran his tongue over the sting to soothe her. She wrapped her fingers around his wrist and pulled his hand from where he was cupping the side of her head. She pressed his palm between her breasts, her hand lying over top of his. “Can you feel mine?”


“I can hear it,” he whispered, his lips brushing back and forth over hers as soft as butterfly wings.


“It’s for you, Remus,” she said softly. “Always for you.” She slid his hand over to her breast, nervous energy vibrating through her as she waited for him to reject her.


“Hermione,” he half groaned half growled.


“Touch me,” her words were so soft, barely a whisper. The moan that slipped through her lips when his fingers curled into her and he cupped her, squeezing gently, was louder and full of surprise and wonder. He licked his lips and stared at his hand, the cabin illuminated by a single votive in glass sconce on the wall. Long, dark fingers shown in sharp relief against the white cotton covering her, curving around her breast, its plump roundness filling his hand perfectly. He kneaded the soft, spongy flesh and then began to lightly stroke the nipple pebbling beneath the fabric.


Little cries and sighs of passion filled the small wagon and all thoughts of the enemies outside were forgotten and nothing existed for him but the woman trembling beneath his touch. He was no innocent; he had been with his fair share of women over the years. One or two of them had actually cared for him and he for them, some, he was ashamed to admit, had been paid for their services while others had sought him out close to the full moon when werewolves were known to have voracious sexual appetites. He had used and been used, loved and been loved but never like this.


She wriggled slightly, her hands moving down beneath the quilt and in then in a blur of movement the thin covering separating them was gone, whisked over her head in a flash. She was reaching for him then, taking him by surprise as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to cover her. Her kiss was untutored and raw as she devoured his mouth with a fervor that had his head spinning. She held on to him as though he were going to try and get away from her, her arms wound so tightly about his neck and shoulders that he could barely move. When he tried to pull back so that he could calm her she whimpered as if in pain.


“Shhhh….Hermione, slow down,” he whispered, feathering kisses across her cheek and down the line of her jaw. He kissed the pulse throbbing at the base of her throat, using his nose and mustache to tickle along the tight, stretched tendons as she let her head fall back and arched her neck. The wagon was filled with the rich, heady scent of aroused female and his cock leaked profusely, his pre-cum dampening his shorts so that they clung to his erection uncomfortably.


He managed to loosen her grip around his neck, her hands resting on his shoulders as he spread little wet kisses all along her collar bones. Her hands slipped down his back, over the tight sinewy muscles, resting at his waist for a moment before digging in and urging him closer. Without thinking he threw one long thigh over hers, slipping it between her legs. His cock pressed into the lush softness of her thigh and he couldn’t help but grind against her. His lips crested the curve of her breast, the tight peak begging to be teased as she wriggled and moaned wantonly. She had no idea how arousing it was to have an innocent coming to life in his arms. Shame and desire warred inside him as he kissed the tight nipple crowning her breast.


His lips parted and he bathed the turgid bud with his tongue, licking and tickling the sensitive peak gently before he closed his mouth around her and sucked. He drew on the nipple gently, the velvety flesh pebbling with every tender pull of his mouth. Her breathy moans were killing him and if he continued to rub his cock against her thigh the way he was he would come and his shame would double. As he dragged his tongue from one breast to the other it occurred to him that he had known her for most of her life, had watched her grow from child to woman and that what he was feeling for her wasn’t normal. Yet as he suckled the sweetly scented skin he knew that what he felt was right and some desperate part of him wondered if she was his all along, it was just a matter of waiting for her to grow up.


Small, soft hands slid beneath the waistband of his trousers and cupped the upped swells of his ass, pulling him tighter against her as she scissored her legs and pushed the quilt down to her feet. He groaned against around her nipple as the scent of her became thicker and heavier. He slid his hand lower to her hip, his fingers squeezing convulsively as he raked his teeth over her nipple. She lifted and rolled her hips against his thigh, seeking relief for the ache building inside her.


“Remus…please,” she pleaded softly, almost sobbing. He couldn’t refuse her when she pulled at him, urging him over her and spreading her legs wide to receive him. Her scent pushed his control as he settled between her splayed thighs. He could feel the heat of her through the layers of her panties, his trousers and shorts. She was wet, he could feel the dampness through the material and wanted nothing more than to clear the remaining barriers away and sink into her nice and slow. She wanted him; she wasn’t pretending to want him for the sake of money or wanting only the wildness that came with the moon heat.


“For Merlin’s sake,” he managed through gritted teeth as she rolled her hips against him. “You’re destroying me.”


“No…please, Remus,” she begged, her nails biting into his shoulders.


“Shhh…I’m going to take care of you, Hermione, I promise,” he murmured against her skin as he kissed the undersides of her breasts and slowly let his lips journey south over the soft curve of her stomach. The closer he got to the fragrant delta between her thighs the closer his wolf rode to the surface. Animal instinct was taking over as he dipped his tongue beneath the waistband of her underwear and licked her lower stomach. “I’m going to make you feel good,” he rasped hoarsely as he pulled the simple white underpants down, smirking a little when she lifted her hips and shifted her legs to help him.


He couldn’t believe that he had her laid out before him, her legs wide open so that he could see the plump lower lips, lightly covered in chestnut colored curls, flowering open and glistening in the flickering candlelight. She was so wet, the pearly cream of her arousal clung to her folds and beaded in the neatly cropped curls. He watched as the small slit of her opening convulsed hungrily right before his eyes and he growled, loudly, the sound startling both of them.


His mouth watered, longing for a taste of her as he adjusted himself between her legs. Resting his weight on one arm he reached out and touched the silky smooth pink flesh of her core, stroking her from the top of her erect clit to the dripping hole of her vagina.


“Oh!” She bucked forcefully at his touch, her thighs began to quiver and he could see her stomach clenching, her chest heaving. He had never seen a woman respond with such passion, such unbridled lust, it was intoxicating and he had to have more. He laid his hands on the soft flesh of her inner thighs and pushed them wide, holding them firmly as he scooted backwards and got comfortable. “Remus, what are you doiIIIINNNNNGGGGG….OH MY….AHHHHHH!” The moment his mouth touched her sex she screamed, her hands automatically fisting in his hair as she held on tight while he feasted between her thighs.


He had never been a fan of going down on a woman before but then again he had never tasted a woman so sweet, so pure, and so clean before either. There was no lingering scent of previous lovers to taint her, just sweet innocent woman and he couldn’t get enough. He licked, nibbled and sucked on her flesh, applying his teeth and tongue diligently to her clit as he rimmed her opening with his fingertip. She was crying out, her voice hoarse as she twisted and writhed beneath him but he held her as still as he could with one hand while he slid the index finger of the other into the tightest sleeve he had ever felt. The silken walls of her vagina pulsed and undulated along his finger.


The taste of her was like heroine, one taste and he was addicted. The more she cried the more intense his assault. He was mindful of her untouched state and slid his finger in and out of her passage with careful strokes. She was so wet, it would be so easy to crawl up her body and slip his cock into that glorious heat, but he wouldn’t, not there, not under the pressure of the mission. He curled his finger up and pressed against the roof of her vagina, the pad of his finger rubbing he slightly rougher patch of tissue that swelled beneath his caress. He wrapped his lips around her clit and drew her into his mouth, suckling gently and sliding his tongue against the tight nubbin again and again until her body bowed and a sharp, pleasured scream rent the air. She shook and sobbed as the pleasure of her orgasm washed through her. Her reaction was so intense that it frightened him a little as he pulled back and watched her flushing body tremble against the mattress and felt the sucking little pulses inside her caress his finger.


Anyone near their wagon would have heard her; any wolf would smell the sweet scent of her release on the air. She moaned weakly as he slid his finger from inside her and sucked her sweet cream from its length as he moved to her side and lay down beside her. He was still hard as stone but it was the furthest thing from his mind as he stared at the sweaty faced witch. Her eyes were still closed and she had a sleepy, satisfied smile on her flushed face. He had never felt such pride in anything before, certainly not in his sexual ability.


“I don’t think I can move,” she mumbled softly before opening her heavy eyelids to find him watching her. “Do you think it worked? Do you think they believe us now?” She mouthed the words but he was close enough to read them clearly.


“I don’t really care,” he said softly. “That…you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” She blushed and tried to turn her head away but he reached out and stopped her, his fingers gripping her chin to keep her facing him. “Don’t do that, don’t look away from me.”


“I’m embarrassed,” she said quietly.


“Don’t be…now is not the time but…gods, Hermione, your passion is…incredible,” he kissed her quick and hard and felt her shiver against him. He reached down for the quilt and pulled it up over both of them, curling one arm beneath his head and draping the other one over her.


“Only with you,” she said sleepily.


“We will settle this between us, Hermione, I promise you,” he said quietly, kissing her cheek before he closed his eyes and joined her in slumber. The angry wolf stalking the camp forgotten completely.