Bad Moon Rising

Chapter 6: Possessive







O cant you see….You belong to me……How my poor heart aches….With every breath you take…..Every move you make…..Every vow you break…..Every smile you fake…..Every claim you stake…..Every move you make…Every step you take…..Ill be watching you









He felt like a stalker as he lurked in the darkness of the hall. He couldn’t help it, he had tried to go to sleep but he couldn’t, not with her wandering about the house with other males nearby. It was as though something were pulling him, his skin felt too tight and his back and shoulders ached the more he resisted going to her. He needed to talk to her about the situation but he had no clue what to say to her. How do you tell a young woman that you ‘accidentally’ mated her to you for life?







He needed to tell her soon before someone got hurt. That someone being one of her friends. They touched her too often, were too close to her most of the time. The longer they were in the house the more aggressive he became. It had gotten to the point where he spent his time in his room until the ‘alpha trait’ reared its ugly head and forced him to seek her out. It was a damn good thing that he had mastered control over himself long ago for it was the only thing preventing him from throwing one or both of the boys through the nearest window.







He stood in the shadows, leaning back against the wall as he listened to Hermione and Harry chatting. Ron had already gone off to bed lucky for him. Harry however was taking too long to say goodnight and he was sitting too close to Hermione. Remus knew he didn’t have a sexual interest in Hermione, he could sense it, besides, Harry had his sights set on a certain ginger witch. But that didn’t seem to matter to the alpha in him, what mattered was that another male was close to and touching his mate. It needed to stop and soon.







Finally he heard Harry say goodnight, heard Hermione kiss him on the forehead as she always did. It would be a good thing when the boys went back to training. He needed the testosterone to die down so that he could approach her calmly, reasonably and explain to her that she belonged to him for all eternity and that if another man dared touch her out of line he would rip him into little edible pieces. He frowned as Hermione and Harry stepped out of the lounge and stopped in the hall.







“You really should get out and have some fun, Mione. Find yourself some bloke and live it up.” Harry said grinning and stroking her shoulder. “I hate seeing you all alone. Seriously, you should get out and meet someone, Mione.”







“I’ll think about it, Harry.” She said, smiling softly as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and hugged him. “Now stop worrying about me and get some rest. Tomorrow is a long day.”







“Night.” Harry said as he hugged her back and then climbed the stairs two at a time. She sighed as she watched him disappear up the stairs. If he only knew the real reason she wasn’t out looking for someone. Would he understand? Would he laugh at her or be disgusted by the fact that she was in love with a man so much older than herself?







“Don’t even think about it.” Hermione turned quickly at the sound of the deep, gravelly voice coming from the shadows. She could see the soft glint of his eyes, glowing slightly from the darkness.







“Remus? Why are you hiding in the corner?” She asked, stepping closer. She should have learned her lesson about approaching him with that strange glow in his eyes but she couldn’t seem to stop herself.







“I was waiting for Harry to leave.” He sniffed the air as she came nearer, his head swimming with the rich, heady fragrance of her perfume and the natural pheromones she secreted. “He gives bad advice, do not listen to him.”







“Bad advice? You mean telling me to go out and meet someone? Why is that bad advice?” She was close enough that he could feel the heat of her body. Close enough that he could smell Harry on her clothes and on her skin. He growled, possessiveness rising up inside him like a tidal wave. He lunged for her, grabbing her shoulders and dragging her into the shadows, pressing her into the wall.







“Because you’re mine.” He growled just before his lips came crashing down over hers. It wasn’t quite as intense as before, his lips were gentler as they moved over hers. While it wasn’t quite as violent as their previous encounter it was still rife with passion. She didn’t even consider resisting him as his tongue slid past her teeth and his fingers began tugging on the closure of her jeans.







She slid her fingers into his hair and pressed him closer, desperately wanting his kiss, his touch. He pushed her jeans and knickers down her hips, kissing her all the while as she marched out of them and kicked them aside. One long fingered hand curled around her thigh while the other opened his trousers, letting them fall to the floor around his ankles.







He tore his mouth from hers and lifted her into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and reached between them, wrapping her cool fingers around his turgid length and rubbing his tip between her folds. He could feel the slick, heated welcome of her body bathing his sensitive crown as she lined him up with her opening. She brought her hand back up, resting it against his pounding heart as he slowly pushed into her. She was so tight, so hot, so fucking incredible that he couldn’t hear for the blood rushing around inside his head.







He buried his face in her throat, his teeth nipping the pounding pulse as he slid his cock in and out of her tender flesh. He couldn’t believe he was doing it again, taking her like some wild animal against a wall. But he couldn’t think about anything other than getting the scent of Harry off of her and replacing it with his own. She wasn’t fighting him, he was coherent enough to recognize that she was a willing participant. She was accepting him, encouraging him with her soft cries and passionate whimpers.





Her body hugged his tightly, one arm around his neck, her other hand against his chest, her thighs tightly wound around his waist. She gloved him to perfection, the tight walls of her pussy gripping him snugly and rippling around him with every thrust. She was so wet, so eager as she tried to move with him. She tightened around him, the soft grip of her flesh stroking him and making him moan.







“Ahhh…yes….do it again.” He growled, thrusting harder. She tightened her vaginal muscles again and once more he moaned and rewarded her with another hard thrust that had his pelvis bumping her clit. She repeated the contraction over and over until she no longer had to do it, her body was overtaken by orgasm and the contractions were involuntary as she came, her nails curling into his chest as she did. “Mine, mine, mine, mine.!” Was his mantra as he spilled inside her, every pulsing jet accompanied by a mine.







He panted heavily, his body soaked with sweat as he softened gradually and slipped out of her. Slowly the fog in his brain began to dim and he realized he had taken her once more in haste with no thought to her comfort. There had been no foreplay, no tender touching or extensive kissing. He had simply grabbed her, stripped away the bottom half of her clothing and fucked her against the wall. He looked down at her, still wearing her grey tee-shirt and white ankle socks as she looked up at him with such a soft expression that it made his chest hurt.







“I’m sorry.” He said, as shame washed over him once more. He released his hold on her thighs and let them slide down over his hips until she was standing on her own.







“I’m not.” She whispered, rising up to kiss his lips. “Will you ever be able to touch me without guilt?” She asked.









“I should never have touched you at all.” He said, bending down to pull his trousers back up and to collect her clothing for her.







“But you did. Twice now you have touched me and twice you have looked at me as though you committed a crime.” She took a deep breath and snatched her clothing from his hand. “You are confusing me, Remus, I don’t like it.” She said as she stepped away from him and headed towards the stairs in her shirt and socks, his seed still wet between her thighs.







“I’m sorry, Hermione, I am confusing myself.” He said, watching her go. She stopped at the bottom of the stairs and turned to look at him.







“Stop apologizing, it’s just sex.” She said, the words were a lie and she knew it. It wasn’t just sex, she loved him, but he would never accept her love. “People have it all the time.”







“Not you.” Remus said, tilting his head to the side as he watched her. He could sense her lies but she didn’t realize it.







“No, not me. Maybe Harry is right though, maybe it’s time I got out and met someone.” She said as she started to climb the stairs. She stopped suddenly at the sound of his growl and the feel of him pressed into her back.







“Stay away from other men, Hermione, for their sake you better never let another man touch you.” He growled snapping his teeth at her before he turned and fled, leaving her standing on the stairs all alone and more confused than she had ever been in her life.









***Lyric from Every Breath You Take by Sting and The Police