Hermione double-checked she had everything she needed before grabbing the Floo powder. She was a little earlier than she had said, but she was ready to leave her London flat behind. She had told everyone that she was spending Christmas in Australia with her parents, but the truth was, she just wanted to be alone. She had been complaining to Bill, her fellow Curse-Breaker, about it and he had offered up Shell Cottage to her.

He still lived there even though Fleur had been killed in the Final Battle two years before. She knew he liked the peace and quiet of the place plus the constant sound of the ocean was soothing. As per tradition, he would be spending most of Christmas holiday at the Burrow with all his siblings even though she'd told him he was welcome to stay in his own home.

Being around Bill was as comfortable as being alone to her. They shared an office at Gringotts and in the year she'd been there, he'd never gotten on her nerves. Which was saying something because everyone bothered her once in a while. It didn't hurt that she was mad for him. Had been since the second day of her training when he'd protected her from a hidden curse in one of the vaults. His quick wand work coupled with his fit body was enough to make her swoon. Add his big sexy brain to the mix and she was a goner.

Taking the pinch of powder, she tossed it into the fireplace, stepped in and called out her destination.

As soon as she arrived, she stopped dead. There was loud music playing through the cottage and Bill clearly didn't hear the Floo activate because he was sitting on the sofa facing her, eyes closed, large cock in hand, wanking. Gathering her wits, she stepped out of the fireplace, closed the Floo, spelled the soot from her,and set her bag down.

She knew she should leave, but she didn't want to. She wanted to kneel in front of him, take that gorgeous cock in her mouth, and join him in his quest to come. He must have sensed her presence because his eyes opened and locked on hers. He didn't blush or try to cover himself up. Instead, he looked her up and down as he continued to stroke himself.

Good Godric's Gonads!

He used his other hand to lower the music until it was just in the background. She was still frozen in place, torn between giving him his privacy and joining him. Her knickers were soaked through.

"You're early," he said, his voice rough. "Can't say that I mind."

"Were you hoping I'd catch you?" she asked, hoping he'd say yet.

"No. But I'm happy you did. I know I should have stopped as soon as I saw you but you're always the star of these sessions so it's only fitting you're here in person. Do you like what you see?"

She nodded. "You're the star of my sessions as well."

He cocked his eyebrow at her as he continued pleasuring himself. "Want to join me? See if the real thing is as good as our fantasies?"

Standing from the sofa, he stripped his jeans and shirt off and she followed suit, kicking her shoes off and making her way towards him as item after item left her body. Naked Bill was even more impressive then half-naked Bill had been. They stood in front of each other, taking their bodies in and she couldn't resist placing her hand on his bare chest.

He groaned at her touch. "I want you, witch."

She didn't answer him. Instead, she pulled her wand from her hair and wordlessly rearranged the furniture before conjuring blankets and pillows into a nest before the fireplace. She'd seen a couple making love like this in one of her mum's movies as a child and she'd always wanted to do it.

"You can stop wanting, Bill," she told him. "I'm yours."

"Fuck," he breathed out. Pulling her into his arms, he helped her to lay down on the pile of blankets and locked her in his arms against his chest. His blue eyes locked on hers and he smiled. "I'm yours too, you know. Have been for a while."

Her heart seemed to inflate and she did the only thing she could think of. She surged forward and crashed her lips into his. It wasn't the sweet, loving kiss that girls wanted for their first kiss. It was violent. He nipped her lower lip and she sucked his tongue into his mouth hard enough that he yelped. Slow lovemaking could wait. She wanted to be dominated. To be claimed by him.

Her body was ready for him the instant she'd seen him on the sofa, but she didn't complain when he slipped his hand between them and began to rub her clit.

"So fucking wet for me, witch. Can you come on my fingers? Show me how much you want me?"

"Yes!"

Reaching down, she intertwined her fingers with his and showed him where to touch her to make her come. It wasn't that she hadn't had sex before, but she'd learned over the years exactly how to touch herself. Knew where to touch to get her quickest release. Within moments she was keening into his mouth as her orgasm crested and her arousal flooded their hands.

"Merlin fuck, Hermione," Bill breathed out his exclamation. "So fucking hot. I want you, love. Want to be inside you."

"What are you waiting for?" she asked.

"Sometimes I can get a little rough," he admitted quietly. "I don't want to hurt you."

She knew he was a little more animalistic than average thanks to his wolf traits and it wasn't a problem to her. Hell, she'd fantasied about him taking her hard and fast, mounting her as he bit her neck more than a few times over the last year. She doubted there would be anything he could do that would be too much for her. And she knew without a doubt that if she said to stop, he would.

"If it gets to be too much, I'll hex you." She kissed his nose as he laughed. "I trust you, Bill."

"Get on your hands and knees."

Scrambling into position, she looked over her shoulder at him and winked. She was ready for this, ready for him. He moved between her legs and leaned down so his chest was to her back and his arms were braced on either side of hers. He pressed kisses to her neck as the head of his cock nudged her opening.

"You're sure, love?" he asked quietly, the dominant voice of before being replaced by a tender tone. "I'm not a one night stand kind of person anymore."

Turning her head to look at him, she gave him a small smile. This was why she loved him, even if she couldn't admit it to him. He was so caring and yet so strong. "Neither am I, Bill."

His eyes searched hers and he must have found what he was looking for because he pushed into her, his large cock stretching her as he buried himself to the hilt. He stilled when he was all the way in and began to kiss her neck again. She moaned at the way he was touching every part of her.

He bit down lightly as he pulled out of her and slammed back in, causing her to cry out in pleasure. He gave a low chuckle and did it again. Pushing her hips back into his thrusts, she used her body to beg for more.

"Yes, witch," he cried out. "Fuck yourself on my cock."

Pace increasing, he began to hammer into her without abandon. The sound of flesh slapping together filled the cottage and she loved the depravity of it. His cock rubbed against her G-spot and she groaned as he did it again and again, bringing her right to the edge. She just needed a little bit more to push her over.

"Bite me," she begged him. "Please, Bill. Bite me."

His lips kissed the skin where her shoulder and neck met before she felt his teeth sink into her. He'd timed it with the head of his cock rubbing over her sensitive G-spot and her world exploded as her pussy contracted around his large cock. Bill cried out into her neck, his hips slamming into her again as his cock spasmed inside her, filling her.

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled them to the ground and onto their sides. He magicked a blanket up to cover them and she was warm between his arms and the glowing fire. His lips were all over her neck, kissing and licking the place he'd bitten her, taking away the sting.

"Stay?" she asked.

"When my legs work again I'll Floo mum and tell her I'll only be there for Christmas," he told her. "I want to be wrapped around you all week, buried in your tight heat, until we have to go back to work."

"Sounds perfect to me."

A/N: Happy day 9! Cockmas sure is flying by! Thank you for all your reviews and support. I'm so glad to know you're liking your Cockmas gifts.

Today's song is courtesy of the Wolf's Lair girls again.

Molly did you know,

That your oldest boy

Is a wolf between the sheets?

Molly did you know,

That your oldest son

Would one day fuck Hermione?

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