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

Chapter 72 ~ Now, Where Were We?

Eloise sat in the bed stiffly, the covers drawn up around her body, still scowling.

“The nerve of them, interrupting us like that. Decent men would have left and come back later,” she seethed.

“They’re not decent men, they are members of the Werewolf Unit. Werewolves don’t rate decency or consideration from them,” Remus said softly, though his eyes were hard for a moment, then softened as they swept over the angry muggle.

“Well, I’m going to complain that they infringed on my privacy. They could have left long enough for us to get dressed,” she said, then she looked at Remus, “Though you didn’t seem to mind being naked.”

”They had no business here,” he snarled, growing angry at the thought of them interrupting him when he was about to fuck Eloise.

”But they are the Werewolf Unit,” Eloise said softly, her brown eyes becoming slightly veined again as she thought about how Remus tried to get at the men. He wasn’t afraid of them, that was for certain.

“I don’t care who they were. We were…we were about to…” he said, his eyes meeting hers. The wizard let out a whine and caught the edge of the covers wrapped around Eloise and pulling them down, revealing her body again.

”We were about to engage,” he growled, snuffling her neck, then licking it, getting an erection almost immediately as he climbed behind Eloise and pulled her into the bed properly, laying her on her back and rolling on top of her. The werewolf looked down at the muggle, his belly tight with possessiveness before he kissed her passionately.

Eloise pulled away from his mouth, staring up at him. Remus tried to kiss her again, but she shifted.

“What?” he snarled at her.

“You…you seem different Remus,” Eloise said softly, “Actually you are different. Haven’t you noticed? The last week you haven’t been sick or pale. You look healthier…stronger. You are also acting more…more dominant.”

”That’s because of you, Eloise. I want you and everything in me is geared toward having you,” he said with a low growl, “I can’t afford to be weak, sickly and pale if I want a bitch like you.”

He tried to kiss her again, and Eloise turned her mouth away from him. She wanted to talk to him about the changes. She remembered what Fenrir had told her about him, about how he needed to embrace his werewolf side to become strong.

Remus scowled down at her. Was he going to have to struggle with her again?

”Remus, we need to talk,” she said, the wizard stiffening.

Oh no. Not talk. Not now. He let out a whine as he saw the determination on her face. He rolled off Eloise and sat up in the bed, his cock pulsing between his legs. Gods, why did women always want to do this before sex? Why not afterwards?

”All right. We’ll talk…but not too long. I can’t wait too long for you Eloise. It seems like an eternity all ready,” Remus said, his eyes drifting over her body.

“Remus, your scent has changed. It’s more…dominant. Everything about you is dominant. A month ago, you would have never gone after those wizards that came here today,” Eloise said softly, “Fenrir told me that you were a fool because you fight your transformation and it keeps you sick because your body is warring against itself. You take that potion too, to control your instincts. He said it would be better if you accepted what you were. The past week you’ve been changing because of me…your mating instinct has come out…and you’ve become much more…more masculine and aggressive because of it. Don’t you think that if you stopped taking that potion and accepted being a werewolf and not a complete human being it would be better for you? You’ve been fighting it all your life and suffering. But now, you’re strong. You could be stronger…and happier.”

Remus looked at her. He had noticed the changes in himself but just attributed it to his desire for Eloise, not his wolf instincts coming out.

”You want me to stop taking the potion?” he asked her.

”Yes. You will be better off, Remus. Less submissive. I think that you are an Alpha and that the potion kept you from developing your natural tendencies,” Eloise said softly, “And that is what keeps you so sick. I’ve only been a werewolf a couple of months and I feel fine…better than fine. Stronger. Faster. Better in a way. The other werewolves look fine as well. They accept what they are, Remus. I think it’s time for you to accept it too. It may help when you face Fenrir as well.”

Remus looked torn. He had been taking the potion since he was a child, hoping it would keep him lucid enough to keep from killing anyone.

”Eloise, if I stop taking the potions, I won’t be able to control what I do,” he said, “I could hurt or kill someone. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”

“Remus, you can think as a werewolf. You aren’t a complete beast. I remember everything that happened last month during my transformation. I don’t lose who I am when I become a werewolf. True, there are stronger desires and a powerful urge to hunt but you aren’t completely lost. There is some control,” she said.

Remus shook his head.

“Eloise, I almost killed a teacher and several students a few years ago when I transformed without drinking the wolfsbane potion. I didn’t recognize them. I felt horrible. I don’t want that to ever happen again,” he said.

“Remus, you lock yourself up every month. It’s not going to happen because you won’t let it happen. You don’t need the wolfsbane potion when you take precautions like that, don’t you see? Besides that sounds like your first transformation without the potion. You had to be disoriented, unused to your instincts. You might even have been hungry or in pain when you went after those people,” she said softly, “The first time I transformed I remember pain, but not much else. But transforming the second time didn’t hurt as much, and the third time was just uncomfortable. I think if you stop taking the potion, Remus, you’ll be able to handle your transformation.”

Remus still looked doubtful.

“Besides,” Eloise purred, drawing a finger down his chest slowly and licking her lips, “You are so much sexier this way…dangerous, strong, bold, so ready to protect what’s yours. I want you to stay this way.”
“I’ve changed that much?” he asked her, wavering.

Eloise was asking him to give up his crutch, the only thing he believed kept him human. He didn’t understand that his humanity didn’t come from a bottle, it came from the soul. He might be a werewolf, but he was a man too.

”Yes, you have,” Eloise replied, leaning forward and running her tongue down his chest, tasting him and letting out a small growl as Remus leaned his head back, biting his lip. She dropped lower and began to lick his organ, the wizard falling back on his elbows as her tongue moved over him, soft, wet and indescribably good.

Eloise snuffled him loudly and lifted her head, her eyes once again veined with desire. Remus’ eyes matched her own. Suddenly he grabbed Eloise, flipping her over on her belly and moving behind her, drawing her to her knees rather roughly. He pushed her legs apart as far as he could and pushed his loins against her ass, his cock resting against the crack. He clasped her waist with both hands, and moved against her sensually, rubbing his hot, hard shaft between her cheeks.

Eloise gasped, pressing back against him, dripping and ready for more.

”Remus,” she hissed, “Oh God. Remus.”

The wizard stopped moving and pulled his hips back. Gods, the way she smelled. He bit his lip and grasped his cock, pressing the fat head against her entrance, overcome with the need to claim Eloise as his own in a way she couldn’t deny.

“No more talk,” the wizard rasped, “I’ll stop taking the potion, Eloise…for you. For…this…”

Remus rammed his cock deep inside the inside of the muggle with a howl, drawing her back and groaning as her heat slipped over him, coating his cock with her juices, Eloise crying out and jerking roughly as Remus filled her with his enormous tool.

”Fuck!” Eloise gasped at his size.

“Yes…” Remus breathed, driving into her hungrily again, hitting her hard and deep and forcing her body forward before yanking it back into him, “Fuck.’

Eloise tried to twist in his hands, reaching around with one hand to try and control his thrust. Remus snarled at her and shook her roughly.

“Back down! Stay down, bitch!” he growled, catching her arm and twisting it behind her back. Not hard enough to hurt her, but he could control her this way. It might have seemed quite horrible for a human male to treat a woman this way, but it was standard fare for werewolves since domination played a large part in their interactions. Remus was simply showing he was the more dominant of the two now and she had to submit to his strength.

With Remus holding on to her arm, Eloise could not stay up on her hands, and her head fell to the mattress, her buttocks high in the air. Panting and groaning, Remus tore into her with deep, possessive strokes, taking every inch of her body, his pelvis slapping against her loudly as she howled underneath him.

”You…will…be…mine,” the wizard panted as he leaned back, making his angle sharper, Eloise crying out as his massive cock claimed her brutally. But she took it, and loved it…had he been weak she might even have clawed her way away from him.

Remus released her arm and allowed Eloise to rise back up on her hands as he moved her hair aside and bent over her, still hunching, kissing her smooth shoulder. As his lips moved over her he felt a small scar. He stopped fucking the muggle and looked at her skin. His eyes went hard. There was a bite there. A small one.

Fenrir’s mark. He’d marked her. Damn him!

”Remus, Remus what’s wrong…keep going,” Eloise groaned, looking over her shoulder at him.

”He’s marked you,” Remus growled, “That bastard Fenrir marked you as his mate.”

“What?” Eloise gasped, “I’m not his, Remus. I’m with you. Can’t you fix it? I don’t want to carry his mark on me!”

”Not with magic,” Remus said, “But I can fix it…”

He began to fuck Eloise again, driving into her in a frenzy now as if Fenrir’s mark was goading him, making him want to wipe his premature claim to the woman away. Eloise’s mouth was open and she was nothing but sensation, the power of Remus’ possession taking her over fully.

”You are not his, you’re MINE!” Remus suddenly snarled, bending over her and sinking his teeth into her shoulder over Fenrir’s mark and leaving his own, tasting her sweet blood, Eloise snarling passionately as the pain hit her. She orgasmed, letting out a ragged scream and tightening around the werewolf as he continued fucking her and sucking at her wound. He felt her release pour over him and unable to fight the pleasure, ejaculated, releasing her shoulder and leaning back, gripping her waist and drawing her into him as he pumped thick, creamy come into her body with a howl. Gods, it was incredible.

Remus fell back to her shoulder as he pulsed, licking the wound tenderly as Eloise shuddered beneath him. Their initial mating hadn’t been long, but it had been affecting and damn good. Remus’ hunger for her made the length of the act less important than the purpose, and Eloise felt quite satisfied as she sank down to the bed, Remus still buried inside her, deflating, his tongue a comfort as he continued to soothe the wound he’d left.

Eloise lay beneath him, her eyes closed and purring for the next five minutes until she felt him moved to her throat, licking and kissing it gently, then slowly withdrawing, breaking their physical connection and sliding off of her. She turned over and faced him, her brown eyes searching his face. Remus kissed her gently and pulled her into him, wrapping both his arms around her.

”You’re beautiful,” he breathed between kisses, caressing her hair and back.

Eloise rested against him, enjoying his kisses. She had sex with other men, but it never ended this way. Sex was followed with quick dressing and awkward goodbyes. She felt as if Remus would like to stay this way, holding and kissing her forever. And the wizard did feel that way. He also was used to the scant women he had engaged fleeing him the moment he got off them, horrified at the way he’d brutalized them. He didn’t mean to…it was just the way he was during sex. Wolfsbane did nothing to ease that aspect of him. But Eloise was a werewolf bitch. She expected this of him. By the soft smile on her face, she was very satisfied.

“No one else, man or wolf will mark you again, Eloise,” Remus swore, his eyes going hard now, “I know you said I must kill Fenrir before you’ll agree to be my mate, but to me…you already are. I will protect you tooth and nail. I’ll kill anyone who comes near you with the intention of stealing you from me.”

His eyes blackened with veins as he said this. Then he kissed her again…possessively. When he broke the kiss and rolled to his back, tucking her head against his shoulder, Eloise said nothing. She lay there sated, praying that Remus would survive his encounter with Fenrir.

He had to. He was all she wanted now.

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A/N: So Remus is going to give up drinking wolfsbane potion. I think he will be better off. Thanks for reading.