Warning: So this chapter contains a lot of the A/O slick, knotting, and the stuff I've pretty much grazed over gently to this point. If that's a squick for you, I'm sorry! There's a lot of it in this chapter.
19th-20th July 2002
Hermione grasped Draco's hand, leading him to the Floo. It was taking all of her self-control to refrain from ripping her clothes off; her body temperature was climbing at an unusually fast rate. Feeling like she had forgotten something, she paused to think and realized it was her stash of potions. With a whine, she stomped down the hall, grabbing a contraceptive potion and the normal nourishing and hydrating ones. Bag fully stocked, she ran to the Floo and took Draco's hand again.
Landing in her kitchen, he leaned down and kissed her hard, his tongue working its way into her mouth and making the fire within her burn even hotter. Hermione was drowning in the feel and taste of him, something she'd been missing all week long. And the smell of his heated skin. The mint was taking over, his scent morphing as the tension between them grew stronger.
When they broke apart, they were both breathing heavily, barely restraining themselves. Draco looked down at her, his eyes darkening with desire as they roamed over her body. His gaze left behind a trail of fire and she needed to be naked, to feel nothing but his skin against hers.
Hermione was the first to move, breaking the moment they'd fallen into. Before removing her dress, she somehow managed to close off the Floo and swallow down the contraceptive. Draco started disrobing as well, a pile of clothing forming on the kitchen floor.
"Bedroom," she panted. "We need to go to the bedroom."
He clearly hadn't heard her — his hands went into her hair and his lips latched onto her neck, stimulating the already swollen gland further. Her knickers hadn't been removed yet, but they were basically ruined with slick. Realising Draco had never experienced her body while she was in heat, Hermione grabbed one of his hands and pushed it against her wet center. With a growl, his mouth left her neck and he knelt in front of her, pulling her knickers down and sampling her with his tongue.
"You taste even better than usual, love. I need to keep going."
He stood and lifted her, setting her down on the same kitchen table she'd seen Ron pleasuring Luna on. "Not here, Draco," she protested.
"Yes, right here. I told you I'd get you to let me shag you on the kitchen table. We're doing it. And I'm going to erase that fucking memory of Weasel from your brain right now. Whenever you look at this table, you'll think of me eating your pussy until you gush all over it," he replied, Alpha dominance in his tone.
A whimper escaped her lips, and she leaned back on her elbows, spreading her legs for him. As her body overtook her mind, she barely even realised she was on the table and not in a bed. On top of that, it didn't actually matter where they shagged since she'd had enough wits left to lock the house down. Just like the first time they'd had sex in June, Draco had her lying on the edge of a flat surface, her legs spread wide with her heels digging in. His mouth descended on her, making it nearly impossible for her to breathe properly.
Draco's scent was in the air, his mouth was working its magic on her clit, making Hermione feel nothing but the utter contentment he always managed to pull from her body. When his fingers penetrated her with no resistance, he groaned against her, sending small vibrations onto her swollen flesh. She cried out and convulsed, her body shaking and more slick sliding out.
"So good," he murmured before licking her again. "Such a good girl, my little Omega, coming so quickly."
Hermione wanted to answer, but she couldn't form words. She just trembled on the table as he continued teasing her with his tongue.
Draco got to his feet quickly and she lifted her head to look at him, surprised that he'd stopped so soon. The hand that hand been pleasuring her was glistening, coated with her arousal, and he was stroking himself as he watched her writhe. She breathed him in, his scent dominating the room. The excess pheromones she'd inhaled flooded her brain, causing her to squirm with the strongest desire she'd ever felt.
"Alpha, I need you," she pleaded, her voice breathy as she forced the words out and her insides beginning to feel like they were on fire. "Please, I need you to fuck me now."
Draco moved towards her, a predatory look on his face. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her, a surprised squeak slipping from her lips. While she kissed his neck, Hermione felt his large hands grip her arse as he carried her across the room. He moved one of his hands to the back of her head, likely to protect it, and forcefully pressed her into the wall. Her legs somehow flexed wider, his entire pelvis flush against hers, and he suddenly entered her, causing her to scream, "Yes!"
"Oh, yes, my little Omega… Your body is so fucking ready for me," he growled, starting to build up to a furious pace. Her brain registered the beginning of what she thought must be a rut — he was mindlessly slamming in and out of her, lacking his usual finesse. "Oh, God, you're so hot and wet and I could just fuck you for hours."
Hermione somehow managed to reply, her mind not totally gone yet. "Try days, Malfoy. You're about to be fucking me for three straight days."
At her statement, his mouth latched onto hers, and she could taste herself on his lips. She moaned and one of his hands moved between them to her clit, rubbing at it more roughly than usual. Her blood was rushing through her veins, her heart beating faster than it ever had before. Breaking the kiss, she let out a scream as she came undone, her hormone saturated brain focused entirely on her Alpha, on the way he was pleasuring her. When she opened her eyes, a smug smirk stretched across Draco's face as he thrusted in and out of her.
The fog in her brain slightly dissipated after the climax, and she realized he was still fucking her into the kitchen wall. "Draco," she cried, her voice much higher than usual, "we need to move before you come. It's going to be bloody uncomfortable if you knot me standing up."
It was as if he hadn't heard her at all. His eyes were focused on her, but he clearly hadn't comprehended what she was saying. Quickly approaching a second orgasm, her insides tightening around his cock, she decided to just let go. Draco would figure it out; it was his job to worry about her through this heat, not the other way around.
As she shuddered through another climax, Hermione subconsciously felt his knot starting to form. It only spurred him on, making him move his hips even more quickly, mindless with the desire to come. When he filled her for the first time, she saw stars behind her eyes.
She had expected him to bite her this first time, either when he came or right before, but he didn't do it. He just leaned further into the wall, pressing her body against it, licking and sucking at her neck like always.
How fucking odd, she thought before her mind went blissfully blank.
After his orgasm, Draco leaned forward, pressing Hermione into the wall. She had nearly collapsed against him, seemingly dozing. Once he regained some semblance of normality, he walked into the living room. It was a bit awkward given the fact that they were still locked together, but his hands gripped her thighs, holding her in place. Settling on the sofa, Hermione positioned her knees on either side of his hips on the cushion. He stroked her back a few times, his hands traveling down to squeeze her arse. When she let out a moan, he did it again.
"Mmmm, you smell so fucking good," he purred in her ear. "Even sweeter than usual. I can't wait to fuck you again."
Her temperature started to rise, but she didn't move or respond immediately. Nuzzling her face against his neck, she breathed deeply. "Ugh, you smell good, too. More minty than usual," she paused, running her tongue along the column of his throat. "And you taste delicious. Merlin, I want to lick every inch of you."
Draco felt his face break into a wicked grin. "Oh, Granger, I'll never say no to that. Please, feel free as soon as we can break apart." She squirmed in his lap and then tightened her inner muscles around him. A sharp breath left his lungs and he gripped her waist, holding her still. "Behave, witch. I can't move right now and it's not easy to stay still when you do things like that."
Smirking at him, she scratched her fingernails against his scalp. "Oh, Alpha, don't you worry. We're just getting started. You will be sick and tired of me by the time this is all over."
"Impossible," he replied. "It's been five whole days since I've had you. This is excellent timing. I'm ready to shag you into oblivion since I've had so much rest this week."
While they waited to separate, lovebites and kisses were exchanged. Draco could only speculate what they'd look like before the weekend was over. A good amount of glamours would probably be necessary before returning to work… unless Hermione had some miracle bruise salve. The one they had used after Cormac's attack hadn't vanished her marks, but he wasn't sure if his little Omega had something better hidden away.
Strangely, he hadn't felt the need to bite down on her neck hard enough to claim her. He had thought the urge would be primal and undeniable, but it hadn't come. He was hoping that he'd feel something, get some sort of signal, before the end of her heat, but if he didn't, he would do it anyway so that she would be safe from other Alphas.
Hermione moved gently, testing to see if she could wriggle off of him. When his prick slid free, she grabbed his hand and pulled him off the couch, wandlessly summoning her bag before leading him up the stairs.
"What's the rush, Granger?" Draco asked, nearly laughing at her impatience.
At the top of the stairs, she turned and looked at him. "Malfoy, you've never been with me while I'm in heat. I'm not sure you fully understand how these days are going to be. As soon as you're able to… deflate… I'm going to be pretty much ready to go again."
"Right now?"
Hermione pulled his hand much more forcefully. "Right. Fucking. Now."
He took a couple of longer strides and then reached out, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her back against his body. "Slow down for a minute, love. I'm going to take care of you. Don't even worry about a single thing. I'm here."
She whined, squirming against him. "Do you want to be in the master bedroom or in the one where I normally go through my heat?"
Draco shrugged. "Wherever you're most comfortable, love." He could smell her scent growing stronger again and he was nearly as eager as she was to get started on round two. Twisting free and grabbing his hand, she pulled him into the bedroom they had shared the first time he stayed at her house — the bedroom she used for her heats.
As Hermione climbed onto the bed, he watched her closely. Her breasts looked fuller, her nipples a bit darker… When she got on all fours and crawled into the center, he could see that her cunt was dripping with their combined come. Draco stroked his hand along his length, turned on in a way he never had been before. He could feel the sudden mindlessness he had experienced the first time threatening to take over, and he wasn't sure if he should just let go or try to control himself.
Hermione made the decision for him. She laid on her back in the center of the bed and spread her legs impossibly wide, her hand moving to her clit when she saw he was stroking himself. "Alpha," she keened, "Alpha, I'm ready for you. Please."
Two fingers dipped inside of her and then she brought them to her mouth, sucking them clean. Her opposite hand was on her breast, squeezing and then teasing her nipple. He had never seen a woman look so completely desirable, so fuckable. Barely containing a growl, he quickly climbed onto the bed, holding himself up on his elbows over her.
"Let me have a taste," he whispered, making sure his breath danced against her ear.
She let out a loud moan and repeated the same motion, dipping her fingers inside and then bringing them to her lips. He grabbed her wrist and redirected her hand's path to his own mouth, stroking his tongue over the ridged skin of her fingertips before releasing them and kissing her deeply.
Vibrating with need beneath him, Hermione reached for his erection. She stroked him a few times before positioning him at her entrance and lifting her hips from the bed, welcoming him into her body a second time. Draco hooked his elbows behind her knees, essentially folding her in half so he could sink even deeper into her pussy. She cried out, already close to the tipping point before they'd even started. He moved, slowly at first, letting her get a feel for him as he steadily slid in and out.
"Alpha! Yes, yes! Harder, please!" she begged and his body moved of its own accord, speeding up and slamming into her, desperate to give her what she needed.
Draco could hear a strange rumbling coming from his own chest and he was sure Hermione was aroused by it — she was moaning louder and gushing around him. "Fuck, Granger, this is amazing. So fucking slick and tight and perfect. You're so perfect. There is no one like you."
"Ah, Gods, I c-c-can't — Draco, I can't t-t-talk," she responded, clearly demonstrating that speech was difficult for her at the moment.
He smiled down, still pistoning his hips as quickly as possible. "Don't talk then. Just fucking feel everything. You're mine, Granger. You're all fucking mine and I will make you come so hard."
He felt her trying to arch off of the bed, an impossible feat with the way he had her trapped in place. Instinctively, he released her legs and she planted her feet on the mattress. Her hips started meeting his in a perfect rhythm and he could feel her tightening around him. Knowing she would come harder if she was on top, Draco wrapped an arm around her and flipped them, Hermione ending up astride him. Bracing one hand on his chest, she started riding him at a maddening pace, grinding down at the bottom of each stroke. When she moaned his name, Draco made sure to keep going, continuing the quick movements when she seemed like she was faltering. His hands gripped her hips tightly and, somehow, he didn't feel quite right with her on top of him anymore. He needed more control, needed to really dominate her.
"Hermione, get on all fours for me, love."
His little lioness swiftly obeyed, presenting her lovely backside and swollen, slick quim to him. Normally, he would tease her with his fingers first, but he didn't have the patience at the moment. Grabbing her hips and forcefully re-entering her, Draco jolted her forward and made her cry out.
Yes! So good, yes, Alpha! Like that!
Those words were perfect — exactly what he needed to hear. She arched her back and met his movements, signaling her impatience. Draco pulled all the way out and then slammed back in before grabbing her curls and winding them around one of his wrists. Everything felt perfect in that moment, and he started to lose himself. Their intertwined scents, strawberries and mint, completely overwhelmed him and he could do nothing but thrust in and out of her, faster and harder than usual. Hermione's skin was flawless and had a pink tinge to it, likely because she was almost feverish. Her arse was so fucking perfect as it slammed back against him, and the sound of their bodies crashing against one another was driving him mad. Moaning continuously, Hermione kept pace, her muscles visibly flexing with each movement.
Releasing her hair, Draco pulled all the way out again; when he looked down, he saw her cunt grasping for him. Her thighs were soaked with her own juices, and she looked more than well-shagged already. Hearing her needy whining, he quickly returned to his earlier movements, fucking her hard. This time, he placed a palm between her shoulder blades, signaling for her to keep her upper body down on the mattress. Gripping her hips, he started to rut against her even more brutally. He could feel her easy acceptance, her body lubricating itself further to withstand his punishing rhythm.
"Oh, fuck, Omega! You're such a good girl. So fucking perfect. We fit so perfectly," he praised. "I'm so close. I'm going to knot and fill you up."
Her only answer was another orgasm tearing through her body, her screams of pleasure cutting through the air around them.
When he came, Draco grabbed her hair again and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her up into a kneel. His teeth went straight to her neck and he almost bit down.
Almost.
Panting, he just grazed his teeth over the gland and heard Hermione whimper again when he started licking at it. His hands moved to her chest and she arched her back more, pushing her breasts into his eager palms. With each grope, stroke, and squeeze, he could feel her blood boiling and smell her scent emanating from every part of her body.
Strawberries, sex, and he noticed some other smell. Something new and different. Something… floral? Was he imagining things or was her scent actually different while she was in heat? It was barely discernible, but it was there.
Hermione's hair brushed against him as she turned her head and her lips met his jaw; Draco angled his head down to kiss her, his tongue invading her mouth and making her moan. Every touch seemed to set her ablaze, and it was the sexiest thing he'd ever witnessed. Her hands were not shy; she touched herself all over. After a few seconds, he would take over, mimicking whatever she had been doing to herself. Since she had been through plenty of heats without him and knew what her body liked when she was this aroused, he decided he'd learn from the expert.
"Draco," she murmured, "I want you to bite me. I want you to claim me. I want everyone to know that I'm yours. Please stop holding back. I give you permission."
Knot not yet fully deflated, he tried to move. He was still hard, but he was able to slip a little bit, rubbing the head of his cock against her insides. Hermione's breathing accelerated as he palmed both of her breasts. She was in one of his favorite positions, leaning back against him in a kneel, her back arched and her head against his shoulder. It was so fucking sexy, and he didn't know how he had resisted biting her thus far.
As soon as he was able to move in full strokes, Draco wrapped an arm around her waist. Flexing her thighs, she began to ride him again. His hand wrapped around her throat possessively; he didn't put any pressure behind it, only holding onto her as she moved, and his little Omega must have loved it — her heart rate increased and she reached between her legs to rub her clit. His thrusts grew harder and deeper, and he could feel the vibrations of her moans against his palm. Wanting to fall even further into the sweet oblivion of this heat, Draco pressed his mouth against her neck and breathed in deeply.
Hermione cried out and he felt yet another torrent slide from her body. If he had been thinking clearly, he would have wondered how she hadn't yet died of dehydration. But the only things that mattered to Draco in that moment were the delicious scents in the air and the slide of her body against his. Feeling her movements becoming more frantic, he tightened the arm around her waist, trying to draw her even closer. His hand dropped from her throat to her breast, plucking at her nipples and eliciting an even greater response than usual. Hermione lifted her arms, her hands falling back into his hair and gripping it. Her chest jutted out, giving him better access to her breasts.
So. Fucking. Good. I need to make her mine. I need to show her she's where she belongs. I need to mark her.
Even though Draco hadn't thought it possible, his movements became even more forceful. Hermione was wailing in a way that would normally concern him, but he knew what was causing her to cry out, could feel her overwhelming pleasure with every thrust. His fingernails were buried in the flesh of her breasts, likely marking them as his mouth assaulted her neck.
Her hands tugged at his hair, pulling his head closer to her neck. His groin and thighs were coated with her slick since she was positioned on his lap, and she was sliding against him so easily he wanted to take even more from her. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer and keeping her upright.
And then he realized he didn't just want more from her, he wanted every part of her. She was his. In his head, a chant began.
Claim her. Claim her. Mine. Mine. Mine!
She answered his call, hearing his body's pleas. Alpha! Alpha! Yes, please, Alpha! Claim me! I need you. I need you so badly!
With these thoughts racing through his head, he finally let go, letting his body take over. After all, Hermione had given him permission
Moving his hand from her breast to her hair, he pulled hard, yanking her head to the side and exposing her gland. He could see it pulsing, swollen and ready to burst. With every beat of her heart, it called to him, begging him to tear it open and savor the taste of her.
As he watched it pulse a few more times, he felt his knot forming, swelling up and locking inside of her, making them two halves of a whole knitted back together. On top of that, his magic was surrounding hers, creating a haze around them. Draco wasn't sure if it was really there or not, but he saw it nonetheless.
Licking her gland, he shuddered. He could taste her more strongly than he ever had before and knew it was time.
You're so fucking sweet. I love you. I love you so much. You're mine, Hermione, all mine. I'm going to take care of you and worship you and protect you. I'll never let go of you again. You. Are. Mine.
At his words, Hermione relaxed completely, nearly going limp in his arms. She was fully submitting to him, ready to be claimed as his.
I love you, too. I do. I'll never run from you again. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Alpha.
His hand stroked the skin of her side reassuringly before traveling down to her clit. Rubbing her roughly, he brought her to climax. At her first tremble, Draco's mouth quickly moved to her gland, biting down and bursting it. The metallic tang of blood mixed with her strawberry flavor, and he sucked on the skin until he could no longer taste her sweetness.
Her very soul was on fire. Hermione had thought her heats were unbearable before but, with Draco, she was willing to be set ablaze month after month by this strange magic if it meant feeling like this. When he was inside of her, she felt… complete. This was the puzzle piece that had been missing. No matter which way she had turned Ron, she just couldn't make him fit right. Draco, however, was able to lock into place and create a whole picture.
When his mouth moved to her neck, Hermione's breath hitched. She felt him inhale deeply, and his teeth grazed her gently. Feeling hopeful, she arched into him further, threading her fingers through his hair and pulling gently. The moment Draco lost himself completely, she felt it inside her mind. She could hear his Alpha loud and clear: Claim her. Claim her. Mine. Mine. Mine!
In the realization that he had truly let go, her last tie to sentience snapped, as well. Hermione became nothing but feeling, nothing but his . It wasn't even difficult, despite her normal independence and stubbornness. Their bond was pulling them closer and closer to one another, and she knew they would become one. Soul bonded, two halves of a whole.
Maybe they always had been.
Alpha! Alpha! Yes, please, Alpha! Claim me! I need you. I need you so badly!
Hermione felt the hand that had been gripping her breast fall away, and then his fingers were tangled in her hair, pulling it hard so her head fell to the side and her neck was totally exposed. His knot was already forming again and she felt herself tightening around him. He licked her and she felt him shudder.
You're so fucking sweet. I love you. I love you so much. You're mine, Hermione, all mine. I'm going to take care of you and worship you and protect you. I'll never let go of you again. You. Are. Mine.
His sweet words flooded her mind, putting her at ease. She relaxed entirely, ready for him to finally deliver the bite that would change so many things.
I love you, too. I do. I'll never run from you again. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Alpha.
His other hand caressed her reassuringly before moving down to the apex of her thighs. He wasn't able to thrust much anymore; their bodies were one, locked together completely. He moved his fingers in circles over her until she started shaking. At that moment, his mouth swiftly moved back to her neck and she felt and smelled the bursting of her gland.
For a few moments, she felt like she was in freefall, her body speeding towards the ground, ready to shatter on impact. However, she was somehow tethered to Draco, and he kept her from the inevitable crash. She floated in mid-air, him drawing her back in, keeping her safe.
It was the most all-consuming feeling she had ever experienced. Love, lust, friendship, family all wrapped into one package and stored somewhere deep inside of her chest — a connection that had gone from tenuous to unbreakable with a not-so-simple bite on her neck.
Draco's arms wrapped around her and they somehow ended up in the center of the bed, spooning. His mouth was still on her neck, lavishing attention on the area he'd marked. Hermione felt blissful, her soul still on fire, but her body cooling for the moment. She wondered, idly, if it would always be like this. If it would always feel like oppositely charged magnets slamming together, not wanting to part once they were touching.
Oh, I hope so! Please, please let it stay this way forever.
"Let what stay this way forever, love?" Draco asked.
She smiled. "Us. This. How we're so incredibly opposite but fit together so well."
And with that, they drifted off to sleep, resting up for the next round.
Draco woke first and began kissing down her body, taking the time to suck and kiss all of the spots on her skin that drove her crazy. Her neck, her collarbones, her nipples were all focused on, one at a time. She was breathing heavily by the time he reached her pussy.
The previous night had been frantic, their sleep constantly interrupted by the all-consuming need they felt for each other. There had been no making love, no prolonged foreplay. It had been the most raw, carnal night of his life, and he knew it had been just the beginning of something sacred. These days and nights, the ones during her heat cycles, would be only theirs from now until the end of time.
Draco refocused his efforts on waking her slowly, coaxing her body back to the nearly molten state it had been in the previous night. Her scent was so strong, but she hadn't said a word. The breathy sighs and parting of her thighs had been her only acknowledgment.
When Draco sucked her clit into his mouth, he was treated with a sweet, breathy sound he wanted to hear over and over again. Releasing the bud from his mouth, he stroked his tongue along her teasingly. Her fingers threaded into his hair and urged him on, pressing his face towards her centre.
Talk to me, Granger. You're so quiet this morning.
I'm just enjoying every second while I still can. Take your time.
Reassured, Draco focused all of his attention on teasing her, winding her arousal into a tight ball within her body. He wanted her to be shattered when it unraveled. Sucking, licking, and nipping over every piece of skin he could access, he kept her writhing and squirming, panting and moaning. Using his left arm, he held her flat against the bed before sliding his fingers inside of her, feeling how slick and tight she was, her pussy grasping at them greedily.
When he crooked his fingers and sucked her clit into his mouth simultaneously, Hermione let out a moan he wished he could elicit from her every time he touched her. It wrenched at something deep within him, and he could feel her pleasure, their bond thrumming with everything she was feeling. Sucking harder and moving his fingers more quickly, Draco felt her slick pour out around him, her legs shaking and her scent flooding the room entirely, masking even his pheromones.
She tugged on his hair, signaling that she wanted him to move up the bed. As Draco made his way towards her, he heard her voice in his head.
I love you. I need you. Please, Alpha.
I love you, too. I'll take care of you. I'll always take care of you, love.
Draco pressed his lips to hers, kissing her as she arched up, begging for him to enter her body. He positioned himself and slid home, her tight, slick heat surrounding his cock. When he started to move, she met his hips eagerly.
You feel so good. So perfect. Better than ever.
Hermione didn't respond, but he could feel the pleasure blooming inside of her, quickly moving towards another climax. Making her come undone brought him more joy than nearly anything else, especially in this moment. She had been through so many heats on her own, and he needed to make it up to her, needed to prove to her that he wouldn't let her down.
Mine. You'll never be alone again. I will always be here for this, for you, my sweet Omega.
Yes, I need you, Alpha. I could never go back to being on my own. This is too… too… it's too amazing. I need you to fuck me through every single heat.
When he felt her tense up, her legs tightening around his hips, he moved his lips to her neck, sucking on the spot where her gland used to pulse beneath her skin. Since it hadn't had an opportunity to heal yet, her scent and flavour flowed freely through the punctured skin, tempting him to ensure it stayed that way forever. The mark on her neck was dark, bruised and a bit raw from his teeth constantly dragging over it the previous night. It made the possessive part of him scream out with joy.
Hermione's hand moved down her body, finding its way between them to her clit. Instinctively, Draco grabbed both her wrists and pinned them above her head, wanting to own every single second of her pleasure for the rest of her heat. Her eyes met his, her pupils blown wide with arousal. When he squeezed her wrists tighter, pressing on the minor scent glands, her body started quivering.
More. Alpha, I need more. Harder. Please!
Obliging, he made sure to slam into her hard at the bottom of every thrust. The little cries coming from her mouth were a further aphrodisiac; he wanted more of them, more of her. He pressed harder, his hands likely bruising her wrists and his body nearly flush against hers on the mattress. He ground his pubic bone against her, giving her what she wanted.
I want more. I want all of you. Give me all of you. Come for me, Hermione. Come for your Alpha.
A sob tore from Hermione's throat when she finally let go, her body forcefully arching off the bed and clamping around him. Her cunt, her legs… they squeezed him so tight, holding him to her, inside of her. He kept rocking against her, trying to prolong her climax before he found his own
Mine. You're mine, Alpha. I need you with me.
I'm here, my little Omega. I will stay with you. I will care for you and fuck you and give you everything you've ever longed for.
Draco kept burying himself inside of her over and over again while he held her down, keeping her safely beneath him.
Hermione was deep into subspace, her brain completely shut down. Well, except for the part of it absorbing the pleasure Draco was giving her. When she woke from this daze, the single mindedness that came with her heat, she somehow knew everything would be different. She'd never be able to endure another heat on her own after this one; Draco was making her synapses flood with dopamine, serotonin, and oxytocin. The little molecules that made up her happiness, her orgasm-induced bliss, were freely coursing through her body, making every inch of her sing.
She was already addicted to this feeling, to him taking care of her when she needed him most, and it hadn't even been a full day yet.
His hands pressed her wrists into the mattress, and when she opened her eyes, she saw him staring at her face as he rutted against her, all of his focus squarely on her and her pleasure.
Alpha. I love you.
I love you, too.
And then he switched to verbal communication, releasing her wrists and saying, "Touch me. I need you to touch me."
Hermione quickly obeyed, her hands moving to his firm arse and squeezing it, urging him to fuck her faster. When her nails sank into his skin, he hissed and pulled away, moving off the bed.
I need to fuck you harder. I need to feel you coming around me again. That's what you want, right?
Nodding, she watched impatiently; he stood at the edge, grabbed her thighs, and pulled her to him, hugging her legs to his torso and slamming into her again. Crying out, she grasped for the edge of the mattress, desperate for something to hold on to. She could hear the sharp slap of his skin against her wet flesh.
Mine. Your pussy is mine, Granger. It's so perfect, so tight around me. And so fucking wet. Your slick is everywhere.
His dirty talk was an unexpected departure from the way he'd been telling her he loved her all morning, but she enjoyed it. Immensely. Hermione needed to hear his desire, his longing. She needed to know she wasn't alone in this heat, lost in her own mind. She tightened her inner muscles around him, desperate to be tighter, to please him further.
After all, he was her Alpha. She loved him. She wanted him to think she was good. So good for him. If she was, he'd stay with her forever.
Alpha, please come! I need your knot. I need you to fill me and stretch me and make me come again. Please.
Whatever you need, my little Omega.
Your come. I need your come.
With that, Draco's eyes went nearly black and he leaned down over her, biting her neck where her gland used to be as he continued fucking her into the mattress. The bite and the slide of his cock against her clit on every downwards movement made her body erupt, spasming and releasing another torrent of slick. He slid in and out of her faster, the added lubrication enabling his harsher movements.
And then he was knotting, locking inside of her to give her the come she'd begged for. When she felt the spurts inside of her, visions of pregnancy and little blonde children danced behind her eyelids, trying to seduce her into a life filled with tiny giggles and the promise of a family.
When Draco collapsed on top of her, she felt tears in her eyes, knowing it wasn't time yet, even if she felt desperate for it in that moment.