A Song for Severus ~ (Not Update, but Edit)

Chapter 70 ~ Acceptance

Rubin was in the house, hand-sewing a shirt. He wasn’t repairing it. He was running silver threading through the fabric. He was going to need that shirt. That and a lot of luck. He paused when he heard the sound of apparition outside, quickly put the shirt down and hurried to the door.

He opened it to find Remus standing outside of the silver fencing, his eyes wild as he paced the perimeter, walking back and forth. He saw Rubin.

“Let me in!” the wizard cried, “I’ve got to get in, Rubin!”

Remus could smell Eloise, even though he wasn’t in his werewolf form. Every sense in his body was straining toward the muggle. He could hardly think he was so aroused. Rubin walked up to the gate.

”Remus…Remus, listen to me. You can’t just go charging into the barn like a troll. You have to bring her something,” the farmer said.

“I intend to,” Remus breathed, his robes tented expansively and his eyes locked on the barn.

Rubin shook his head.

“No boy. A gift. Some steaks. Let her eat first,” Rubin chided him, “You have to take your time. She’s in heat, but she’s still an alpha. You might have some work to do before she’ll accept you. It’s better to approach her this way. You do want to…want to engage her don’t you?”

“Yessssss,” Remus hissed, his eyes finally turning back on the farmer.

“Then listen to me,” Rubin said, “Now step back while I pull the fencing back for you.

Remus stepped away from the fence and Rubin pulled out his wand and made a section of the fencing roll back. Remus darted through and the farmer closed the fencing back, sealing it with his signature.

Remus started slowly walking toward the barn.

“No! Remus! The steaks first,” Rubin called to him.

Remus reluctantly stopped and walked toward the house, looking back at the barn longingly.

“Now you wait here until I sear the steaks. It won’t take but a minute or two,” the farmer said, walking into the house.

Remus turned and watched the barn rather than the house. He hoped Rubin would hurry. If he didn’t get to Eloise soon, he was going to explode.

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Eloise was standing inside the open cage before the mirror, running her hands up and down her arms, caressing herself. Slowly she ran her hands around her neck, smoothing her own flesh and letting out a whimper. She needed other hands on her skin, masculine hands. The muggle suddenly stiffened and turned quickly.

She smelled a male. It wasn’t Rubin either. There was a distinctly animal scent that accompanied the human one.

A werewolf was outside.

Remus. It had to be Remus. Even if it wasn’t…

Eloise exited the cage and cracked the barn door open, peeking out. Remus was staring at the door, his whole body going tense as he saw it open slightly.

“Eloise,” he said hoarsely as the muggle opened the door and walked out. She stopped and they stared at each other.

Remus started to walk toward her quickly, but Eloise frowned at him blackly and he stopped, quivering. It felt as if his blood was boiling in his veins.

‘Don’t be angry, Eloise,” he said softly, “I mean no disrespect.”

Eloise wasn’t angry…she was randy…extremely randy. But part of her wouldn’t let her just throw herself at the werewolf. Suddenly the farmhouse door opened and Rubin walked out with four thick steaks on a platter, sitting in a pool of blood and a handful of napkins. Eloise licked her lips as she smelled the slightly seared meat.

“Remus, come get this,” Rubin said, not leaving the porch.

Remus looked back at him then quickly walked over and took the platter and napkins from Rubin, then slowly walked toward the outside table. Looking at Eloise, he placed the platter down, pushing it to the other side of the table. It was clearly an offering.

Eloise looked at the meat, then at Remus. Walking sexily, she moved to the table and sat down, picking up a steak in her bare hands and tearing into it. Remus slowly and carefully sat down, watching as the woman ate voraciously.

Rubin nodded, then went back into the house. Well, he helped the boy get started. It was up to him now. He hoped it wouldn’t be too rough on the both of them. In their human forms werewolves could get quite…violent when it came to intercourse. It was the nature of the beast. It was much better if both partners were werewolves. A human who found his or herself in an intimate situation could have a rough time of it. Particularly females. A few turnings were the result of such pairings, where the cursed partner actually bit the other in the midst of passion. This happened more to men than to women however.

Neither Remus nor Eloise had to worry about that scenario.

Remus watched as Eloise consumed two and a half steaks, blood running down her chin and into the neck of her shirt. For most men this would have been a turn-off, but not for Remus. He consumed his food in the same manner when it was close to transformation time. Finally the woman sighed, picked up a few napkins and started cleaning herself off. Remus would have loved to lick every drop of blood from her skin.

Eloise placed the crumpled, bloody napkins on the table and leveled her brown eyes on Remus expectantly. The wizard stared back at her for a few moments before he realized she expected him to say something.

“I…I’ve come up with a plan, Eloise,” Remus said softly to the muggle, who cocked her head at him in a rather canine-like manner. Her nostrils pulsated as she scented him, but she didn’t say anything.

“A plan to kill Fenrir. It isn’t a sure thing…and I will have to face him alone, well, not totally alone. Rubin has agreed to help me,” the wizard said.

Eloise frowned slightly.

“What about me?” she asked in a low, husky voice that shot right to Remus’ groin. He fought back a whine, “I want my pound of flesh too.”

”I’m afraid that you will go back into heat next month as well, Eloise. You won’t be in any state to kill him. Your mating instinct will be too strong. It will override even your hatred for him. But you will take part. You will be used to lure him here and he will be locked in with us,” Remus explained, “Then I will challenge him for you.”

”He’s much stronger than you are in his werewolf form, Remus,” she said softly, her eyes washing over him, “Even with Rubin helping you, you might not be able to beat him.”

“I know that, but I want you for my mate, Eloise I would rather die trying to win you than to live without you,” the wizard breathed.

Eloise studied Remus. He was no alpha, but was willing to lay down his life for a chance to have her. He was courageous. The most courageous wolf he had met to date. She growled in the back of her throat then slowly rose, Remus tensing as she stepped over the bench and walked around to his side of the table. He sat very still as Eloise lowered her face and sniffed the side of his head, then moved lower to his throat. He trembled and closed his eyes as she licked his Adam’s apple. She raised her head and looked into his face

“You smell and taste good,” she purred, “but are you strong? My mate has to be strong.”

”Yesssss,” Remus replied with a groan, his eyes still closed, “I am strong, Eloise. I can satisfy you. Accept me.”

Remus’ eyes snapped open and they were black-veined as he looked at the muggle, his desire taking him over.

”Accept me, Eloise. I would die for you,” he said with a soft growl, “No other is willing to die for you. Even Fenrir only wants you because he feels he is the strongest of us. If he knew his life was in the balance, he too would abandon you. I wouldn’t, even if I had to face an army of Fenrirs.”

Eloise straightened, and Remus, encouraged, stood up and stepped over the bench, facing her.

“I am your champion and will avenge you with my last ounce of blood. Be kind, Eloise,” he said to her, a small whine escaping him.

The muggle looked at the wizard, then turned and walked back toward the barn, Remus’ eyes firmly planted on her ass as she walked away from him. Was she rejecting him after all he had told her? Eloise opened the barn door, then looked over her shoulder at him.

“Are you coming, champion?” she called back to him.

“Yes. Yes!” Remus said, following quickly as Eloise disappeared through the doorway.

Watching from the window, Rubin smiled and drew the curtain back, walking back over to the chair in the parlor, sitting down and picking up the shirt he was working on. It seemed the two had hit it off. He threaded the needle with a thin strand of silver and began sewing. He planned to work a lot of silver in.

The farmer was going to need it. He was also going to need something else from Remus. His nose wrinkled at the thought of it.

Ah, well…it had to be done if he was going to be of any help.

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Remus entered the barn to find Eloise standing before the cage. His eyes flickered toward her full-sized bed. It wasn’t large enough. He wanted room to maneuver. The wizard pulled out his wand and pointed it at her bed.

”Engorgio,” he breathed, the bed expanding, knocking over the nightstand next to it as it filled a quarter of the cage. Eloise looked at it, then at Remus scowling.

“You didn’t ask me if you could enlarge my bed!” she snarled at him.

”I didn’t think I had to,” Remus growled back at her, “I didn’t want us falling off.”

”You haven’t gotten me there yet, wolf,” Eloise snapped back at him.

“But I will,” Remus said, his eyes beginning to vein again, “You’ve accepted me.”

Eloise made a little noise, something between a whine and a growl.

”Yes, I’ve accepted you Remus…but you still have to take me,” she said, her stance becoming defensive, yet alluring to the wizard. Tempting. Maddening. Remus began unfastening his robes, the scent of the woman once again taking over his senses and slowly, his human reasoning.

”I will take you,” he said, his eyes hard with lust as he shrugged off his robes, then toed off his shoes.

He wore no socks and only a pair of scarlet boxers beneath his robes, which were tented enormously. Remus’ body was lean and tight. He had a bit of brown curling hair on his chest and under his navel. His musculature was clearly defined, his joints sharp.

Eloise’s eyes washed over him. Remus was quite sexy, especially all tense as he was. He was packing some weight as well by the way his boxers were riding up. She could smell him strongly now, male and aroused. She wanted to feel him on her.

Remus lowered himself taking an offensive stance, remembering how Eloise said she had marked Fenrir. But she had been in werewolf form. She wouldn’t be able to do that much damage to him as a woman, or perhaps she wouldn’t be too violent because unlike Fenrir, he was appealing to her. But he had to show her he could handle her. Alpha or not.

“Are you afraid of me, Remus?” Eloise said tauntingly, her hands crooked in readiness to grab and scratch.

”No. I couldn’t be afraid of a bitch I want so much,” he replied, lifting his lips and baring his teeth a bit as he began to sway back and forth, inching toward Eloise, trying to decide how to grab her with the least amount of damage. He couldn’t hit her. He would have to overpower and subdue her, hold her without injuring her until she admitted he was stronger and worthy to mate with her.

Knowing Eloise, that could take some doing.

As Remus swayed, Eloise couldn’t help but admire the determined hungry look in his eyes. He meant to have her. Maybe…maybe she wouldn’t fight too hard. She wished he’d make his move.

“Seems like you have a bit of the bitch in you, Remus,” she goaded him.

Remus snarled and charged her, Eloise meeting him, the wizard catching hold of her wrists and raising her arms over her head so she couldn’t grab or claw him. They strained against each other, chest to chest, growling menacingly, Remus very aware of Eloise’s breasts against him.

Both werewolves were almost overpowered by the scent of the other. Eloise was strong, but Remus was stronger and let her struggle until he felt her relax to draw another breath, then he quickly released one of her arms and spun her quickly, pulling her back against his body and wrapping an arm around her throat. She pulled at his arm and kicked back but Remus spread his stance so she couldn’t connect. He pressed his body against her, and licked her throat gently, then snuffled her neck loudly.

Eloise shuddered at the soft, wet caress of his tongue on her neck and the feel of his firm body pressed against her back, his erection huge against her buttocks.

“I’ve got you, Eloise. You can’t escape me,” he breathed in her ear, “I am stronger than you. Give in. You want me. I can feel it…smell it. Even your skin tastes like sex.”

Eloise suddenly tried to bend forward, jerking strongly, hoping to flip Remus over her back, but the wizard had anticipated this and grounded himself so she couldn’t budge him.

“I have you,” Remus said again, beginning to rub himself against Eloise’s buttocks sensually, letting out a low growl of lust, “Can you feel me? Do you have any idea what’s going to happen when I get my paws on you, mate?”

Eloise let out a shuddering breath as Remus moved against her, sounding so dominant, so promising. He sounded more and more like an alpha male. Again, she had no way of knowing that Remus’ animal responses were overriding the wolfsbane potion he drugged himself with every month. He had never had a bitch to respond to, and she was drawing his natural inclinations out. He was surprising himself as well. He had never addressed any woman like he was doing to Eloise. But then again, he had never had to struggle with a witch in order to bed her.

Remus began to kiss and lick her throat in earnest, feeling Eloise begin to press her ass back into his loins as his heat ignited her. Gods, it was like she was being immersed in fire and she turned into him, the wizard’s arm relaxing, and kissed him hungrily, pressing into his body urgently. Remus could smell her readiness, his head tilting back as Eloise began sniffing him all over as she did Rubin, tonguing his throat and chest a bit, tasting his skin as he released her and let her explore him. She moved over his belly, her tongue tickling him as it flicked against his skin, then the muggle knelt fully, sniffing the tent in his boxers and growling before yanking them down to examine his swollen cock.

Remus was huge like most werewolves, the red head of his cock leaking as it peeked from the folds of his foreskin. The wizard looked down at the woman poised before his organ, sniffing it and licking it experimentally as he shuddered. Remus jerked as Eloise lightly gripped his shaft and pulled back the foreskin, the male scent of his arousal nearly inebriating her. She began to lick his sensitive head, Remus’ hands clenching by his side, his head falling back as her tongue ran over his cock and down to his scrotum, the muggle bathing him, small whimpers of desire accompanying her ministrations. Finally, Eloise drew in a long, drawn out sniff and looked up at him, her eyes black-veined and starved.

Oh yes…he was definitely accepted.

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A/N: Looks like this couple is about to have a howling good time. lol. Thanks for reading.