Day 17

1. Fenrir Greyback
2. A blood moon
3. "Some things are beyond control or reason."
4. "All I wanted was a little pumpkin spice"

Warning! Contains Mature Content

The Mate Moon

A total Lunar Eclipse or Blood Moon as it is nicknamed due to the red hue of the moon during this phase is said to be the time in which a Werewolf can find their true mate and thus is known to the Lycans as the Mate Moon.

Hermione paused her quill at the end of the sentence and tenderly touched her neck where her mate had bitten her six months ago. She had never expected for her life to take the turn it did but she was actually quite grateful.

"What you writing mate?" a gruff voice asked from behind her, and she turned around to see the naked form of her husband in all his glory standing by the entrance flap of their tent.

"I am writing about how the different moons affect our turns and what each moon means for us," Hermione smiled at him.

The man stepped forward and leaned over her shoulder and grinned, "Blood Moons, huh?"

She mumbled an agreement as his left hand had slid to her chest and was lightly fondling her left breast.

"My favourite," he purred in her ear, "After all it was because of the Blood Moon I landed you."

"I remember," Hermione gritted out annoyed his fondling wasn't going further, "All I wanted was a little pumpkin spice and I got landed with you."

"Some things are beyond control or reason," he retorted, "Those Wolf deities chose you for me and I sometimes wonder if I curse them for it more than I thank them for it."

He removed his hand and stepped back from her.

"You chose to mate with me Fen," Hermione sneered standing up, "you chased me down, not the other way round."

"I had as much choice as you did," he growled, "Accalia chose you for me."

"You could of..." she began.

"I could of what," he hissed, his form now towering over her, his chest in line with her face, "Could of resisted, but my mate you smelled so good, almost good enough to eat."

Hermione mumbled again

"In fact, you smell just as good now," he grinned, "tell me, love, does us arguing make you as wet as it makes me hard?"

Hermione glared at him, not wanting to let him know he was right.

"Of course," he smirked before capturing her lips with his own.

Hermione responded with vigor and wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer as he wrapped his around her waist and lifted her up and fucking her on the desk she had been writing on.

"You know I love you Fen," Hermione said as she snuggled her mate.

"I know," he responded pressing his lips against her forehead, "and I love you."

"I don't know what has been the matter with me lately," she said, "I feel so argumentative all the time."

"Mate," he said slowly, "you are with pups."

"I'm pregnant," Hermione asked, "How do you know?"

"I can smell the pups' growing inside you," he responded, "The wolf queen Lupa has gifted us with twins."

END NOTE:

Accalia and Lupa are taken from a page on GoodReads that appeared when I was googling Wolf Gods. It had a list of Wolf Gods and Goddesses. –Accalia is the Wolf Beta Goddess of Love/Desire and Lupa is a Wolf Elder Queen of Motherhood