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CHAPTER 18


"Block the floo."

Draco's voice was a deep growl as he wrapped her legs around him and stood. Hermione waved her hand in the direction of the fireplace, the flames roaring to life and closing it off. Her mouth barely left his neck while he strode towards the stairs, not slowing down as he took them two at a time.

He lowered her to the floor, kicking the bedroom door closed before shoving her against it and kissing her deeply. His hands threaded into her hair, turning her head to change the angle of his kiss, his tongue sweeping into her mouth. She let out a tiny moan, her hands clutching at his hoodie and fumbling with the zipper. Her moan turned into a growl of frustration when he grabbed her wrists and lifted her arms above her head.

"Slow down, Granger." Draco chuckled at her attempts to break his hold. "You asked for an encore, not a repeat performance."

She whined, still squirming against him. "Naked. I need you fucking naked. I want your cock inside me. I want you fucking—" She stopped, staring up at him, her entire face scarlet. "I've no idea where that came from."

Draco released his grip on her wrists, allowing her arms to drop to her sides. He cupped her jaw, stopping her from looking away. "I will be naked and I will be inside you. But I will not be fucking you."

"Why not?" she blurted causing him to laugh.

"Granger, you said it yourself; we had sex. And it wasn't good." Draco leaned closer, his mouth hovering over hers. "I plan to rectify that."

Hermione's gasped 'oh' was stolen from the air as Draco's mouth took hers. His tongue slid slowly through her open lips, teasing, tasting, kissing her like he had wanted to for weeks.

He had wanted to take his time, to kiss her slowly, to learn what made her purr. But her being untouched had shut down all rational thought and spurred the Alpha in him. In that one moment, he had wanted her with a desperation that overwhelmed him, and he'd not been able to stop it.

He'd never felt this chemistry with anyone before. There was something about her — something other than the Alpha — that opened up a different side of him, a side he never knew existed. All other women had ceased to exist; now he only saw her. He wanted to be settled, wanted the life he had always considered dull, wanted to see her, smell her, hold her every day. He wanted to make slow love to her, not just fuck her into oblivion and brag about it.

And he'd screwed that up.

But this time…

Draco broke their kiss, his hands remaining on her face as he smiled down at her. "If you'll let me, I'll show you how you deserve to be loved."

"Please," Hermione whispered, panting lightly, her eyes becoming lighter by the second.

"You'll never have to beg me for this. Never. I'll give you anything you ever ask for." Draco gripped the hem of her jumper, pushing it up her torso, gorgeously rumpling her hair as he tugged it over her head. He paused for a moment to cup her breasts gently, kissing her once more before dropping to his knees and slowly dragging her pyjamas down in a practiced movement. He tapped one ankle with his fingertips and she lifted her foot, kicking the clothing away.

Then he stopped still.

His eyes moved slowly up her body, drinking in every dip and curve, taking in the tiny scars and freckles. When his eyes finally met hers, she was staring down at him with apprehension.

Draco inhaled deeply through his nose, the spicy scent of her arousal filling his senses and causing his cock to throb with need. His heart picked up, his blood simmered in his veins and the urge to sink inside her, stay deep and claim her was almost too much. But he shoved the urge away. She deserved pleasure, needed to know just how desirable she was, needed to experience being dominated and worshipped at the same time.

"You are…" he paused, pressing a single kiss just below her belly button. "Fucking hell. I can barely look at you. You're perfect."

He began to kiss his way across her abdomen from one hip to the other, warm and wet, soft and unhurried, his tongue swirling. She was sweet, tasting like the honey he could always scent on her, and mixed with the hot, spicy scent of her arousal, it made for a heady combination.

Lifting her leg, he dragged it over his shoulder and turned his face to find the hidden sweet spot that was exclusive to female Alphas. She cried out, her hands gripping his hair when his lips sucked hard, pulling the soft skin of her thigh into his mouth.

"Draco… oh… fuck!" Hermione's cry was sharp and she clutched his hair tighter.

Draco grinned and sucked harder; these glands were obviously the most sensitive and he planned to make the most of it. "Does that feel good, Darling?"

"So… good…"

Her breathy response caused him to peer up at her. Her head had dropped back against the door, her eyes were closed, and her face held an expression of sheer bliss.

He'd barely started and she was almost ready to fall.

He returned to her thigh, teeth and tongue and lips working to drive her into a frenzy. And it didn't take long. She bucked against him, her muscles tensing, and she choked out his name.

Her leg buckled and Draco's lightning-quick hands stopped her from falling. He glanced up at her, smiling at the sight. She was staring down at him in a daze. Her eyes were glowing pure gold, her face was flushed, and her lips were parted as she breathed hard.

He lowered her leg gently from his shoulder, holding her steady before standing and kissing her. "That's one, Darling. How many more shall I give you?"

"I think I'm done." She gripped his arms and sank back against the door. "I can't feel my legs."

"You're not done," Draco laughed and quickly shed his hoodie, wanting to feel her skin against his. "Not by a long shot."

"Your mother was right, those glands are very sensitive."

Draco pulled away slightly, frowning down at her. "I'd prefer not to talk about my mother right now."

"But she's so wise, and the way she looks at your father makes me think—"

Draco cut her off, his mouth landing hard against hers — he didn't want any thoughts of his parents in his head. Only her. Only the soft, sweet scent of her, the feel of her skin, the sound of her cries of pleasure.

His hands began to move, cupping her breasts, his thumbs flicking back and forth over her tight nipples. Hermione moaned into his mouth, her muffled 'more' had him sliding one hand lower, tickling along her ribs, her belly, before slipping between her thighs. She gasped, pulling away from his mouth, her fingers digging into his arms as he stroked her soft, bare skin.

"Hmm, I didn't ever imagine you being bare, Granger. You're full of surprises."

"You don't like it?"

"On the contrary." His fingers teased, stroking across her seam but never dipping inside. He lowered his head, whispering in her ear, "I'd love your sweet, little cunt any way you gave it to me."

She shivered at his words, a quiet moan escaping her when his thumb found her clit and pressed down against it.

"You did this to me," she murmured. "In my dream, you… touched me… like this."

"What else did you dream?"

"You… inside… fucking…"

The staccato of words was all she could manage and Draco smiled into her neck when he slipped his fingers lower, sweeping across her entrance, and she jerked against his hand.

"Did you touch yourself when you dreamed of me?" He sank the tip of one finger inside her. "Did you imagine your fingers were mine?"

"Yes," she breathed. "Always you."

Fuck.

Always you.

Her words were exactly the ones he wanted to hear.

"Did you come?" He added another finger, easing them both carefully inside.

"Yeah."

"Did you cry out my name?"

She nodded, letting out a loud moan when his thumb began to work her clit in tight circles.

"Are you melting, sweetheart? Are you going to gush all over my hand?" He took her earlobe between his teeth, biting down gently. "Will you watch me lick your orgasm from my fingers?"

She murmured an incoherent sound and he grinned, pumping his fingers hard and fast. Her body shook, her fingernails bit into his arms as she gasped out his name.

"Tell me. Say the words."

"I'm com—" She choked on the words, her hips bucked wildly, and she cried out.

Draco wrapped his free arm around her as she collapsed into him, shuddering. Her breath was hot against his chest and a tiny shiver ran through her when he gently dragged his fingers out of her. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and asked, "Okay?"

"More than okay." She nodded, "So much better than my dreams."

"Glad to hear." He lifted her, carrying her across the room and lowering her to the bed. He winked at her and - as promised - he sucked his fingers into his mouth and cleaned her orgasm from them. "But, it's about to get even better."

Hermione leaned up on her elbows, watching him as he quickly shoved his sweats down his legs and kicked them aside. She bit her lip, her eyes drinking in his naked form, drinking in his thick, rigid shaft stretching out from his body.

"Don't get any ideas. I still have plans for you that don't include this just yet." He stroked himself from base to tip, squeezing the head tightly, and biting back his laugh at her shocked expression. "I know you've touched yourself, you just admitted it. Now, show me."

"Show you…?" Hermione finally glanced up at his face. "Show you what?"

Draco knelt on the bed between her feet and nodded towards her core. "Show me how you touch yourself when you dream of me."

"I… uh… you're… serious?" Hermione stammered.

Draco continued to slowly stroke himself. "I am deadly serious. Use your hands. Show me."

Draco watched her face, almost able to read her every thought. She was nervous. She'd never been with anyone, never had sex before today, and now he was asking her to touch herself for his pleasure. It was a mistake.

"Sorry, Darling, you don't—"

"Tell me how," she whispered. "Tell me what you want."

Draco stared at her. Sex between two Alphas was the stuff of imagined legend. Two dominant personalities fighting for the upper hand. But, instead of a long, drawn out battle to take control, she was giving herself willingly to him. He'd never imagined Hermione Granger submitting to anyone, least of all him, and he had to shove away the need to simply take her.

He touched the inside of her knee and pushed gently. "Spread your legs."

Hermione bit her lip and slowly opened her legs wider, her hand drifting to her navel.

"That's it, Darling. Don't be shy. Get your fingers wet and touch your clit."

She worried her lip between her teeth, still nervous, but she surprised him. Lifting her hand, she held out two fingers, "Help me?"

Draco leaned slowly forward, sucking her delicate fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue, and biting down gently. She scrunched her nose in an adorable smile, then dragged her fingers away and reached between her thighs.

He watched in awe as her wet fingers landed on her clit, circling slowly.

"Like that?" she asked quietly, and Draco nodded.

"Keep it slow." He settled more comfortably between her legs, his hands spreading over the insides of her thighs, thumbs brushing over the sensitised glands. "How does it feel?"

"Good," she murmured. "So good."

"Do you like me watching you?"

She nodded. "Yeah."

"Show me more."

Draco kissed the back of her hand as she moved her fingers lower, spreading her legs even wider and pushing them inside her. She kept the pace slow, just as he'd asked, plunging in and out while the heel of her hand slid over her clit. Her other hand traveled to her breast, twisting and tugging at her nipple, and a tiny cry of pleasure escaped her.

Her hips began to rock, her fingers speeding up, moving back to rub at her swollen clit. Pressing and circling, her fingers moved faster, her breathing became heavier, and a series of moans and sharp cries filled the room.

It was a sight he'd never imagined. She was soft and wet, and her scent was spicy, yet clean and pure. It was an intoxicating aroma that caused his brain to fog and his hips to fuck into the mattress in time with her fingers.

"Fucking hell, Granger," Draco growled, the desperate need to taste her overtaking all other thoughts. He dipped his head low, his tongue darting out to plunge deep inside her sweetness. A heavy gasp ripped out of her lungs and her hand grabbed his hair.

"Fuck," he groaned glancing up at her surprised face. "You taste like heaven."

"That feels… oh, gods!" Her head dropped back to the pillow, his tongue sliding back inside her.

Together they worked her, his tongue licking, lips sucking, while her fingers circled furiously. He pressed his thumb into her thigh gland and her back arched sharply, a silent scream stuck in her throat. Her body shook and her thighs trembled but he didn't let up. Nudging her hand away, he closed his mouth over the tight bud, flicking it with his tongue.

She squirmed, digging her heels into the mattress trying to push herself away from the intensity of her third orgasm. But Draco held her to him, his mouth and tongue torturing her clit, two fingers sliding into her, pulsing quickly in and out, twisting and curling until she finally flew.

Her body clamped down hard on his fingers, her hips jerked against his mouth, and her wail was of pure pleasure as her body released. Draco glanced up and his stomach tightened. Her golden eyes were locked on his, her mouth open, her breath ragged and short. Her face was flushed, her hair a tangled mess, and sweat shone on her skin.

She was fucking beautiful.

He slowed his movements and withdrew his fingers, kissing each thigh gland before running his tongue up her body, flicking one nipple, then finding her mouth. His tongue slid slowly across her open lips allowing her to taste herself. She groaned, sucking it eagerly into her mouth.

Draco's arms circled her head, the heavy weight of his body pressed her into the mattress, and the harder he kissed her, the harder she kissed back. Her hands slid into his hair, her tongue sweeping into his mouth and pulling a low groan from him. He bit at her bottom lip, shifting his body to fit the solid length of his cock into the wet slip of skin his mouth had just enjoyed. She let out a tiny, incredibly sexy moan, her legs wrapping around his waist, her kisses suddenly hot, urgent, needy as her hips rocked against him, her wet heat sliding along his length.

"Are you ready?" Draco managed, his voice reedy, harsh, his teeth gritted at the feel of her.

"Yes… Draco, please… yes."

He lifted his body off her and reached between them, taking himself in hand. He teased the head of his cock over her clit, pulling another delicious moan from her.

She was exquisite beneath him, something he hadn't had the chance to enjoy just hours ago. Tanned skin, toned muscles, killer curves — she had a body to die for, and he would be more than willing to sacrifice himself. Her breasts were beautiful, round, and natural, unlike the magically enhanced ones he'd experienced. Her lush, pink nipples were tight, and a tiny freckle in the centre of her chest was just begging to be kissed.

And he did just that, leaning down slowly and touching his lips to the tiny fleck on her skin.

"Draco?"

"Yes, Darling?"

"Are you going to fuck me?"

"No." He moved over her, the head of his cock probing her entrance. "I'm going to love you," he pushed against her, "I'm going to show you how you should be treated," the very tip of him slipped inside her body, "how you should be worshipped." He thrust smoothly into her, her body stretching around him, her back arching, her breath catching. She was wet, warm and tight, her body squeezing him like a glove.

He leaned over her and his mouth returned to hers, kissing her deeply. Her arms curled around his shoulders, pulling him down to her, their warm skin caressing each other, and his mouth moved to her jaw, kissing his way to her ear.

"Okay?" he whispered and she nodded.

"So okay," she murmured. "You feel incredible."

"So do you." Draco smiled, lifting himself to his elbows and thrusting shallowly.

Hermione groaned, rolling her hips with him as his movements became a long slide in and out of her.

He kissed her neck, her shoulder, her chest, always returning to her mouth as if to reassure himself that this was real, that Granger was naked beneath him, her body accepting his, her gentle touches, her quiet moans. And that it was all for him.

His thoughts scattered wildly in his mind; he knew he shouldn't be thinking of any other woman in this moment, but all of them paled in comparison to her. There had never been a real connection with anyone else; they had all simply been warm bodies to bury himself in at the end of the night.

But this...

This was what intimacy felt like — her wanting him, him wanting her — both giving and receiving the pleasure they desired.

She had given herself to him completely, had allowed him to touch and kiss and taste her without resistance. She'd opened up to him in more ways than just spreading her legs. She'd been honest to the point of being blunt, telling him her fears, how hard everything had been for her, how he hadn't made things any easier. Her harsh words had been what he had needed. Her honesty had cracked his shell, opened his heart, and made him want to be more open with her.

But he also wanted to look at her and be content in the knowledge that she was his. And as ready as she was to give herself to him as she was, she wasn't ready to be bonded to him for eternity. So, for now, he would satisfy himself with the tightest, wettest, most perfect pussy he had ever had the pleasure of fucking.

Draco curled his body over hers, her thighs sliding higher along his ribs, her mouth dropping open as the change in angle had him hitting the soft spot inside her that sent shocks of pleasure rippling around her body.

He found her hands and dragged them over her head, linking their fingers. She squeezed his hands tightly — her own reassurance that this was real — and gasped again when he changed his pace, driving into her, quick and sharp, his pelvis pounding hard against her clit.

"Gods Draco, I'm... won't last... coming…"

Her words were muffled against his neck, her mouth seeking the gland at his throat, licking and sucking, drawing the taste of him into her mouth. Her body bucked, her thighs gripping his ribs in a tight squeeze. Her head snapped back, the snug muscles surrounding him clenched and released, and a deep groan escaped her as her orgasm finally hit.

Draco slowed, riding her through her release, prolonging the pleasure to the very last second. He turned his mouth against her throat, sweeping his tongue across her salty skin and pressing kisses to the juncture of her shoulder.

Her hands pulled out of his grip and she slid her fingers through his damp hair, lifting his face to look at her. "Draco… you didn't…"

"This is far from over, Darling. I'm an Alpha, I can go all night." He nipped at her jaw then pulled out of her, ignoring her whine. Slapping her hip lightly, he told her, "Roll over. I need you on your stomach."

"I can't move, you've wrecked me."

Draco raised an eyebrow and smirked, his hand coming down to lightly spank her right on her clit.

Hermione jolted in surprise. "What the hell was that for?"

"Your insolence." He did it again, quickly dropping down to kiss the tender spot.

"Oh, shit... that's..." she moaned, clamping her thighs against his head as he began to feast on her again.

"I could fucking eat you all night." With a groan he pushed her legs apart and rose up on his knees. "But... I asked you to turn over."

He flipped her easily, spreading her legs with his knees and leaning over her. He slowly dragged his fingertips along the back of her thigh, over her arse, and finally dug them into her hip.

"You will have your chance, Granger, to be the dominant player, but right now..." He lifted her hips, settling his cock against her wet, waiting core. Leaning down, he whispered against the shell of her ear, "It's my turn."

He pushed into her slowly, letting her feel every solid inch of him. "Do you feel that, Granger? Do you feel your tight cunt swallowing me?"

"Oh." The sound came out in a rush, as if he'd pushed the word out of her mouth when he reached the very end of her.

He kissed along her shoulder, up her neck to her ear. "Do you like this, Darling? Do you like how deep I am?"

She nodded, her body shivering at the scrape of his teeth across her skin.

"You look amazing like this. You make it hard to hold back." He lifted off her and started to move, small, sharp stabs of his hips pushing her up the mattress. Her hands fisted the sheets, her face pressed into the pillow, and her hips rocked back, pressing her arse against his thighs. "Look at you, Granger. Fuck! You're fucking incredible."

He watched where he moved in her, pushing deeper and deeper with each thrust, his cock wet, covered with her as it slid in and out. The sight was almost too much. His stomach tightened and he growled at the feel of her walls fluttering around him. She was close, her pussy overly sensitive and already beginning to spasm.

He slid his hands beneath her, pulling her up, her back pressed flush against his chest. He wrapped one arm around her ribs, cupping her breast in one hand, his other dropping down to her navel, holding her to him as he plunged into her.

He felt the soft folds of her pussy brushing against his thick knot and he wondered if it was the same feeling she experienced when he touched her clit. The buzz of sensation with each touch rocketed through him, the sensitive knot aching, his balls pulling up tightly.

His own groans grew louder, his breaths heavy and harsh as he shifted the angle and drove in deep. She wailed, her body curling and shuddering, and Draco knew at this angle, he was hitting the sensitive spot inside her with every thrust.

His hand dropped lower, finding her clit and circling fast. Her cries grew louder, tighter, until another mewling wail left her, her body bucking, her drenched core sucking him in even deeper.

Draco barely held on, fucking into her hard and fast. The pleasure built inside him, and for a few seconds, his entire body and mind went numb. It was a feeling like nothing he'd ever experienced — strangely helpless yet in total control. His body tightened and pure relief washed over him. He clutched her to him, groaning as his body released within her.

Her head dropped back to his shoulder and she shuddered, her body gripping him one last time before she relaxed against him.

"Oh," she breathed. "That was…"

Draco nuzzled her neck. "Yeah, it was." He was still thrusting slowly in and out of her, enjoying the feel of her, the soft warmth he didn't want to leave.

She tilted her head and he captured her mouth, just kissing her for the next minute. The flame was still there, but much quieter. Their kisses were slow and sweet, a gentle touching of mouths and shared breaths.

"You didn't knot in me," Hermione said. "I could feel it against me, but you didn't…"

He kissed her once more. "No, Darling, not this time. It won't happen every time." He traced his fingers along her cheekbone. "I wanted to enjoy you, wanted you to enjoy me. If I knot inside you, it'll be over too quickly."

"Oh," she breathed. "Quick isn't good."

"No, quick is definitely not good." Draco chuckled. "You're okay? Not too sore?"

Hermione shook her head. "No, I feel… that was… you were…"

Draco kissed the underside of her jaw. "I know. I'm a little overwhelmed myself."

"Draco?"

"Hmm," he hummed, still kissing her jaw.

"That was quite the encore."

He grinned into her neck, his fingers dipping between her legs again, "We could go again. Second encores are always a crowd pleaser."

"I don't think I can." She shifted, wincing at the movement. "Not right now."

"Granger," he scolded, his tone a deep growl. "I hurt you again—"

"No." She shook her head and touched his cheek. "I'm not hurt, just too sensitive."

He nodded, finally pulling out of her, his cock still throbbing and twitching, and he immediately reached between her thighs.

"Draco, what—"

"Shh," he hummed against her neck. "I'm not quite finished."

He slipped two fingers inside her, feeling his seed sliding out of her. Gathering some on his fingertips, he pulled his fingers out of her and spread his release over her thigh gland. He did the same again, gathering his seed and spreading it on her other thigh. He repeated his actions twice more, reaching between her thighs and spreading his scent over the glands at her throat. It was primal and archaic, but he didn't care. Any man who came near her would know she was taken by an Alpha.

Hermione sighed at his touch. "Are you marking me?"

"Absolutely I am. You're mine, Granger, and until we're bonded and there's no questions surrounding us, you'll be wearing me all over you."


A/N:

As always, I am so grateful to everyone who is reading this story. Your reviews are much appreciated xx

Real life has gotten in the way once more, so I'll be taking a short break to deal with stuff and will be back in three weeks.