The Wolf Who Loved Me

Chapter Eight: Yours.



Hermione took an unusually long bath, paying more attention to her toilet than ever before. She washed and conditioned her hair, shaved, exfoliated and soaked in the hot water until every inch of her was clean, smooth and sweet smelling. She took the time to slather her skin in softly scented moisturizer before slipping into a pink satin negligee she had bought on a whim because it was pretty a month earlier. She had always hoped that Remus would see her in it, maybe help her out of it, bit before then it had always been a fantasy. She never dreamed that she would don the garment to offer him her virginity.


She was nervous, her insides trembling as she slipped out of the bathroom and into the corridor. The walk from the bathroom to his bedroom seemed inordinately long. Her stomach turned over again and again as nerves wracked her body. He knew that she was outside; there was no way that he couldn’t. He seemed to know her every move. After a little stint in a camp of werewolves she was now painfully aware that it was her scent that gave her away. He could discern her emotions, her stress…her arousal, all by the changes in her scent. She wondered if he knew that she was coming for him.


She took a deep breath and squared her shoulders then lightly rapped her knuckles against his door. She waited, the moments stretching out, the few seconds seeming like an eternity as she waited for him to open the door. She heard the shuffling from inside his room and the ragged curse as he stubbed his toe on something along the way. It was almost as if her hearing had become as keen as his as she focused on the sound of his hand turning the cut glass doorknob, the click of the latch releasing and the slide of the wood door against the frame as he opened it.


"Hermione?" His eyes were a bit heavy and his hair was mussed as he stood there staring at her. Baggy trousers hung loose on his hips, half zipped and the button undone, his shirt open and revealing the lightly furred plain of his torso. She said nothing as she slipped through the small space between his body and the doorframe, not waiting for an invitation to come into his room.


He was stunned speechless when he got a good look at her standing in the center of his room. Innocent. Pure. Precious. Mine. All words that played through his head like a scrolling marquis. She squared her shoulders and pushed her hair back so that he could see her. She was draped in soft pink satin all the way to her feet. The fluid fabric clung to her sweet curves, the color bringing out the rosy hue flushing her creamy skin. Perfect and dangerous were added to the list of words that teased his brain.

She licked her lips nervously and then--as if she needed to do it before she lost her nerve--she reached for him, her hand curving around the back of his neck and tugging his head down until their mouths met. Her lips were soft and trembled slightly against his as she pulled him into a tender kiss rife with uncertainty. Her sweet scent filled his nostrils and clouded his brain a he let go of the door and pulled her into his arms.

She was perfect; her innocent hunger was like a splash of fuel on a smoldering ember. The barely banked desire inside him flared to life and the kiss so innocently given turned hungry as he clutched her against him. She whimpered into his mouth, her tongue timidly rubbing against his as she threaded one hand through his hair and slid the other into his open shirt.

He could smell the heady fragrance of her desire between them and a feral growl bubbled up in his throat. On a normal day it was intoxicating, like the buzz from a glass or two of wine, on the night before a full moon it was like heroine coursing through his veins. He had been sleeping when he heard her knock, convinced that the soft scent of her desire teasing his nose had been a figment of his imagination, a dream like so many others. He had stumbled sleepily towards the door, only half awake when he tugged it open to find her there. In an instant he was wide awake, alert and so fucking hard that it pained him. His balls ached and his cock throbbed against the softness of her belly as she tried in vain to get closer.


"Hermione," he groaned against her lips. The voice of his conscience found its way through the haze of passion and he pulled back. "Hermione...." The growl that had been contained before vibrated against her mouth as she sank her teeth lightly into his bottom lip, raking the rough edge over the sensitive flesh.


"No more talk...no guilt, I'm yours, Remus, always," she whispered before slanting her lips over his and sealing their mouths together. Unable to speak further, that niggling voice of his conscience silenced, Remus lifted her off of the floor and walked slowly towards his rumpled bed. His need for her rode close to the surface and he silently prayed for the patience to go slow, to show her the kind of tenderness that a first time warranted.


He lowered her feet back to the floor and let his arms fall to his sides as she pushed his shirt off of his shoulders and let it slide to the floor. Small, delicate fingers tangled in the little patch of hair centered between his nipples, twisting the soft curls as she lightly nibbled the side of his throat. She explored his scarred and experience roughened body eagerly, her hands sliding up over his shoulders and then feathering over the skin of his back until they rested on his narrow hips. Soft, pliant lips ghosted over his collarbones and down to the firm disks of his nipples.


Recalling the delicious sensation of his mouth on her sensitive tips she tentatively flicked the pink pebble with the tip of her tongue, her nails curling into his hips when his breath hissed through his teeth and his hands came up to cup her shoulders. She fully expected him to shove her away but he didn’t, he squeezed softly encouraging her to continue. She licked him again then suckled gently for a moment before dragging her tongue to the other one and doing the same.


Satisfied that he enjoyed it as much as she did, Hermione let her oral expedition move lower over the tight ridges of his abdomen. She sensed the mattress behind her and lowered herself down, resting on the edge as she circled his navel with the tip of her tongue. Fingers that had been content to rest on his hips traced the loose edge of his waistband to the vee of his half opened trousers. She took a deep breath and released his fly completely, the soft puff of warm air from her stunned gasp tickling his lower abdomen. The grey trousers pooled around his ankles and he was left standing in front of her completely naked and ridiculously aroused.


When her tongue swiped over her bottom lip he knew what she intended just as he knew he couldn’t possibly stand to have her mouth on him right then. He wouldn’t be able to control himself if she wrapped those plump, soft lips around his shaft no matter how much he longed for the tight, wet heat of her mouth sucking his cock. He clasped the back of her neck and held her firmly as he went to his knees in front of her. The disappointment in her eyes made him smile in amazement.


"Not this time," he said softly, tracing the outline of her lips with his index finger.” I don’t know what you want with a broken wizard like me but I am damned grateful for you."


'Remus," His name was like a plea on her lips, one he answered with a kiss so tender and poignant that tears rolled from between her tightly closed lids to salt it. His touch was reverent as he nudged the thin straps of her gown off of her shoulders, letting the garment slide down to pool around her waist.


"Beautiful, every inch of you is beautiful," he whispered, watching his rough and unworthy hands slide over her creamy flesh. He cupped the soft pillows of her breasts in his hands, strumming the nipples with the pads of his thumbs until they peaked.


“Look at how lovely you are…how gorgeously you respond to me,” he whispered incredulously just before he lowered his head and curled his tongue around one pebbled tip. She grabbed the back of his head and held him to her, moaning softly as he licked and sucked on her nipple.


“Oh…it feels so good when you do that,” she cried as he urged her back onto the bed.


“Good—lift your hips, Hermione,” he ordered softly, his hands sliding along the curve of her waist to the gown encircling her hips. She complied without hesitation and he slid the silky material sown and off, tossing it aside, forgotten. He stood at the bedside and urged her back into the center of his bed, slowly following her until he was stretched out along side her. His hand rested lightly on the curve of her stomach as he held her gaze. He searched her eyes, needing to know that she was certain. He saw no doubt, no hesitation at all as she boldly stared back at him, her chest rising and falling with the rapid cadence of her breathing. He inched his hand lower and she welcomed him with the parting of her thighs.


He touched her lightly at first, barely ruffling the curls that crowned her sex. With gentle fingers he parted the tightly closed lips and slid his fingers into the creamy warmth of her center to test her readiness. He stroked her, spreading the slick lubrication over the sensitive flesh and stimulating her further. He stroked her clit, lightly flicking the tip of the little bud with his finger until she was arching her back and rocking her hips upward in search of a firmer touch.


He withdrew his touch and rolled onto her, settling himself into the cradle of her hips, the softness of her thighs flanking his. He held himself off of her, his arms extended and stiff as he looked down at a sight he never expected to see. A face he never dreamed would look up at him with such hunger, such passion, such acceptance.


“Put me inside you,” he said, his voice thick with barely restrained desire. She reached between them, her fingers wrapping around the erection straining between them. She ran her fingers slowly up and down his length, loving the heat of him, the silky softness of the skin wrapped around the steely, blood-filled length of muscle. “Please, Hermione…as much as I love feeling your hands on me I am on the edge here…take me inside, I beg you.”


He closed his eyes as she shifted her hips back and guided his erection down, sliding the tip between the silky lips of her sex on the way to the weeping gate of the only heaven he could fathom in that moment. He relaxed and let his weight gradually ease him inside her until the flared crown was nestled tightly inside her.


“Okay?” He queried softly, tiny beads of sweat dotting his forehead as he struggled against the urge to drive into her full force. She nodded, her lip caught between her teeth as he inched forward a little more through resistant flesh that quivered and flexed around him. “Hold on to me,” he said, falling onto his elbows and pressing the full length of his body against her. “Hold me tight,” he whispered, kissing her softly as she wrapped her arms around his torso and held on.

He withdrew carefully and pressed forward again and again, each time inching a little further inside her scalding sleeve. She sighed and whimpered, occasionally wincing at the unfamiliar sensations. Gradually she relaxed and began to arch beneath him, aiding his forward motion and increasing her arousal, bathing him in creamy heat until he was seated fully inside her.

“I love you,” she said softly. It was as if a dam burst inside him. Emotions he thought long buried surfaced. He wanted to laugh, to cry, to scream and growl all at the same time. He remained silent, unable to form an oratory response to her declaration. Instead he captured her lips with his and began to show her.


With a slow, deliberate thrust and withdrawal he loved her with everything inside him. He took her cries of passion into him, cherishing every little delighted sob, every passionate whimper as he claimed her, as he accepted the gift she had saved just for him. He was overwhelmed by his feelings, his heart too full, pounding too hard in his chest to be contained. She was everything, in the span of a few short days she had become his only reason for drawing breath.


She moved with him, her cheeks wet with tears as they made love. It was more than just a joining of bodies, more than just sex. It was a merging of two halves, the creation of a whole. He released her lips, unable to focus on anything but the slippery slide of his cock inside her. She was so hot, so tight that it was almost unbearable. The sweetest torture. Her legs came around him, her ankles locking at the base of his spine and attempting to pull him impossibly deeper.


She pulsed around him, her flesh becoming tighter, more resistant as she swelled yet more welcoming as more liquid heat coated her walls and his cock. And then she went stiff beneath him, the walls of her passage fluttering and then clamping down on him fiercely as she gasped and cried out her release. She shuddered in his arms and held him tighter, sobbing a stream of I love yous into his shoulder. He felt the stinging heat that began in his balls, little pin pricks of sensation that inched along the throbbing vein that ran the length of his cock. He gasped at the unfamiliar sensation, confused yet unable to stop himself from increasing the fervor of his thrusts.


“God…I’m…oh fuck…I need to come…”he groaned as if in agony. His eyes widened as he felt the flesh at the base of his cock begin to burn and then swell. “Oh god…no…” he knew what it was, what it meant yet he couldn’t stop.


“Please…” she whimpered as he plumbed her sex forcefully. She could feel him swelling, filling her impossibly full as she began to climb for the peak yet again. “I want you to…I need you to…I love you!”


“No…no protection….” He sounded as if he were in pain as the swelling grew, gradually impeding his easy movement until he was locked inside her, their sexes sealed tightly together. Heat traveled up his spine as the knotted flesh at his scrotum began to pulse, sending the witch into a convulsive orgasm that caressed the length of his cock until he could no longer think about anything but the pleasure of his release spurting into her, filling her, bathing her womb with his seed and marking her.


He couldn’t breathe, his body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and he trembled in her grasp. He was still lodged deep inside her, held tight by the swelling at his base. He thought briefly that he should be horrified by this physiological development, one more lupine trait on top of many, but he couldn’t seem to manage to feel anything other than exhausted and completely sated.

“Oh, Remus,” she sighed softly, stroking the length of his spine lightly, completely at ease with having him still inside her. “Is it always this good?”


“It’s never been before,” he answered honestly, lifting his head so that he could look into her eyes, searching for a sign of disgust or rejection. “It has NEVER been like this for me.’


“I’m glad,” she sighed. “You feel so good against me, Remus…I love feeling the weight of you on me.” She closed her eyes and sighed again, her face a mask of pure pleasure and sleepy joy.


“Hermione, we didn’t use anything for contraception,” he said softly.


“Wrong time,” she blushed slightly and opened her eyes. “We should be safe.”


“You understand what happened between us, don’t you?” He asked. “This wasn’t just sex…when I took you…when I locked inside you, that isn’t typical…it only occurs with a mate, a true mate. You belong to me now, only me, forever.”


“Just as I always hoped,” she said with a sleepy smile. The swelling eased and he slipped from inside her with a slippery gush that made her screw up her face. “Eww.” She said at the rush of wet heat between her legs. Remus chuckled and reached for his wand on the nightstand, using an easy cleaning spell to remove the evidence of their play. He rolled to her side and pulled her against him, using his wand to pull the blankets over them before tossing it back onto the nightstand.


“Are you alright? I didn’t hurt you did I?”


“No, it was wonderful,” she said, snuggling back into him. “I love you, Remus,” she whispered just before she fell asleep.