The heat inside his body was unbearable.
Bill writhed on his bed, panting, moaning. His body bathed in sweat as the heat increase. His shirt clung to his body, while his pant laid on the floor, removed yet Bill could not explained the reason. It was logical, at the time. Felt right. There was a voice within him, growling at him. Reprimanded him for ignoring the call, their mate their one and only their Alpha that bitch and asshole should be killed. He saw a thread hang from his wrist, hovered, and stretched beyond his room window.
Bill and Charlie visited their family, unannounced. He had expressed his desire, to ensure their family was fine, to Charlie and he agreed. The war had ended for a year. Everything was rebuilding and everyone still mourned for the death. Their family was affected the most, losing Fred and Ginny. Their mother broke down once she saw the corpse of her daughter.
When they arrived, the Burrow drowned in silence. Laughter, voices, the sound of shoes against the floor and the chastising of their mother. The Burrow no longer held those sounds. Their parent had moved out of the house, unable to listen to the silence. Only Ron remained, and irregularly due to his job as an Auror. Bill and Charlie attempted to brighten Ron's and George's spirit, through reminiscence about the past and questioned of their respective jobs and relationships.
It was at night, two days before he and Charlie left for their job, when the heat assaulted.
Alpha Alpha Alpha Mate Mate He should be here Where's he Where's he It hurt It hurt. Bill fell upon the floor, gasping and moaning, and stood up with shaky legs. His movement was unstable and his breathing came out rapidly. When he opened the door, leaned against it, he heard the breathy moan of Charlie and Ron downstairs. The hallway embraced in darkness, aside from the moon as the light source.
He wondered, as he approached the stair, what was the voice inside him? The sound reminded him of a wolf, howling and growling and barking. Bill and his companions encountered one as they traversed through an abandoned castle. He remembered, shivered and paralyzed, at its eyes and the aura it emitted. Dominated.
Once he reached the stair, liquid ran down his thighs and his heart thumping when heard nothing from his brothers, he was shocked at the sight before him. His brothers, one laid on the floor and the other rested against the wall, had their clothes removed and mouth encouraging their mate mate He's here They're here He'll be here We'll be fine I'll be fine.
One had wings on its back. Wore on its body was a shirt, or the remains of its. Gangly arms with sharp claws gripped Ron's hip, and its lower body pushed forward as its arms pulled Ron backward. His brother moaned, pleasure and satisfaction clouded his thought from processing what was happening to him.
The other had brown, hard scales covered its body and limbs. A tail swept the floor, moving slowly as its tongue lapped at Charlie's nipple. Its hand stroke his cock, and the creature slowly moved in and out of his body, teased him. Charlie groaned, whispered for the beast to be quicker, faster. To sate his needs.
Bill stood, unable to moved. The sight of his brothers, assaulted by strangers creatures mates, and enjoyed the experience should have disgusted him. His reaction should be vomited, ran away from the scenes; the scent, the arousal, the howling of the wolf inside him. Instead, Bill remained there, viewing with arousal. Liquid poured down from his ass more frequently, and his cock harden. The heat escalated, coated him in insurmountable pain. He called. He howled for someone to came and eased him of the pain. For his mate to arrived and engulfed him in the safety of their presence.
Something appeared behind him. He does not heard the sound of an Apparition spell. Bill turned around, spine-tingling as smelly breath hits his face. When he saw who stood behind him, his wolf howled in happiness for mate mate he's here he'll calm me down he'll protect I'll be safe I need him. Bill himself whimpered, terrified as the man stood behind him, even as a werewolf, was the one granted the scars on his face. The one person that haunted him since that day. 'Fenrir Greyback'
The scent emitted from the man, however, aroused and calmed him. It made the pain easier to handle. It clouded his thought, however, and ignited the desire to submit to the man. To allows his attacker to become his mate lover partner-for-life please let him please let him we need him you need him I need him.
The werewolf looked at him, strangely gentle and regretful. Bill felt curious about the emotions he saw, he felt. He saw the thread around his wrist connected with Fenrir's, bright and warm. He uttered a word, hoarse and pathetic. "... help ..."
The man kissed him, tongue entered his mouth, and explored the area. His shirt was shredded and threw away, leaving him naked. Callous hands roamed his body; his back, his hip, his torso, his ass. The hand, the sensation of mate skin contacted with Bill's own caused him to moan, to wrap his arms around Fenrir's neck and legs around the man hip. He was then thrown onto the ground. Not the wooden floor of the Burrow, but the ground outside where the moon watched them displayed the act of love.
Fenrir assaulted his torso. He lapped at his nipple, brought out moans Bill never thought he could have. He bites Bill's neck, showered him with uncontrollable pleasure. He kissed his thighs, shivered Bill as the kiss slowly encroached his hole. Fenrir looked at him, grey-blue eyes stared at bright-blue, and winked. The confusion he had dispersed once Fenrir entered harshly.
The pain reappeared, and he screamed and howled at the intrusion. Fenrir whispered sweet words, caressing his face as Bill cried. The moon shone upon them, as if they wanted to expose them to the world. The pain subsided, and when he was ready, he nodded.
The sunlight awoke Bill. His body was tired, and he felt pain when he tried to move. Yesternight was an experience. Two muscular arms tighten around him, smelly breath intruded his nose and when he turned around he found his mate mate mate slept behind him. Both of them were naked, and Fenrir had moved him into the house once he claimed him. There were faded bite marks across his body, and one on his neck.
Many questions swarmed his head. What was the voice inside him? What was the burning sensation he and his brothers experienced? Were there others gone through the same like them? For that moment, however, Bill snuggled closer to his mate and decide to sleep, tired of yesternight event.
