Chapter 32!

So, I've been all nervous about posting this chapter, which is the reason for the delay:p Sorry about that!

This chapter is totally NSFW. Consider yourself warned xD

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Chapter 32 – Again, Little Wolf

Hermione was lost in thought later that night, lying in the darkness of her bedroom, joined by a naked elf.

"What ails your mind, Lethallan?" said naked elf said, "if you will share it with me."

"Flemeth. Mythal. The encounter will happen any day now, and I suspect it will be me following Morrigan into the Fade, and not the Inquisitor."

Solas was silent for a long moment. "I suspect you are correct, vhenan. And I understand why this bothers your mind."

"It's not that it bothers me, really - well, of course it does - but that's not what I'm thinking about now. I'm thinking about what I should do."

"What do you mean?"

"Should I just go have a chat with her - trying my best to avoid a real confrontation, or should I try to - I don't know - kill her?"

Solas let out a surprised laugh. "In case I misheard you – perhaps you were talking about that wyvern we decided to avoid the other day – and not Mythal."

Hermione had to laugh as well. "I understand how that could be confusing, indeed. But it was, in fact Mythal. She will definitely realise I am something different. She will also realise I drank from the Well, and that I – hopefully – cannot be controlled by her. I'm not sure if she will allow me to have a quick chat and then leave again. I think I should prepare for…well, anything. I have no idea."

"That might be a good idea, Lethallan."

"Another thing I think about; the Old God's soul. Should I try to stop her from taking it? That will obviously result in a confrontation."

"It is quite unpredictable - just as Mythal herself - and you would do best with preparing for multiple outcomes. It would, of course, be best to stop her attempt to take the soul, but perhaps it will be difficult to avoid."

"I'll just improvise, I suppose," Hermione said, shrugging. "But I can think about that tomorrow."

"Hmmm," she continued as she rolled over to her side, and proceeded to climb on top of Solas, her naked body flush against his.

It has to be a god-thing, Hermione thought as she felt Solas react to her closeness.

"Hermione," Solas whispered as his hands moved down her back, cupping her bum.

"Mmmh," she hummed as she kissed his neck, his chest, his nipple, slowly moving up to a sitting position. "Will I ever stop wanting you, Solas?"

"I hope not," Solas replied softly, but then everything changed as Hermione moved up a bit, up, wrapped her fingers around him, causing a heartfelt moan from the ancient elven god underneath her.

She positioned herself, and with one swift movement he was inside her, buried to the hilt.

Solas changed...everything. Those ridiculous romance novels with page after page of sex that sounded like pure bullshit – 'he was inside her, and finally, she was complete' - that kind of rubbish? All true. With Solas, it was all true. He just...completed her.

Hermione placed both hands on Solas' chest, and began moving.

"Hermione," The Dread Wolf gasped. "Oh, creators, Hermione."

She leaned down - still moving – just to kiss him, but he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.

Something changed, somehow, and Hermione slowed down her movements, almost painfully slow, and his hands moved down to her bum again - she expected that he would encourage her to move faster, but he didn't. He just cupped her bum, letting her decide the pace.

She lifted her head, meeting his eyes, and looked at him with soft eyes, sighing as she moved. "Solas," she whispered, "my wolf."

Something changed in Solas' eyes, like he had been shielding himself without her fully realising. "Hermione," he whispered back, "my witch. My...everything."

She hadn't been aware of it, but perhaps she had been holding back as well, but she could feel it melt away, leaving her completely open, vulnerable, and…his. She was his.

His to keep, or his to…break.

Hermione was completely lost in sensation and emotions as the pressure built in her, slowly, driving her out of her mind as she clung to Solas just as he clung to her.

She almost couldn't take it any longer when she was pushed over the edge, followed by Solas a moment later.

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They just laid there in silence for a long time, entangled in each other, soft hands, soft skin, soft lips, soft kisses.

"Hermione," Solas said quietly, and there was this time in his voice that made Hermione's whole body react. "I need to...I want...I need you."

The odd tone in his voice touched something deep inside Hermione.

This wasn't her soft Solas, she realised. This was The Dread Wolf. The Dread Wolf that needed her.

"I'm yours for the taking, my wolf," she said, and heard a similar tone in her own voice.

Her voice unleashed...something. Her wolf almost growled, and before she knew it, he was on top of her, but paused for a moment, gazing at her as if he wanted a confirmation of sorts.

Hermione fixed him with her eyes, and yielded - like a wolf would, quite frankly - she opened her legs completely, her arms slumped down on the mattress with her palms up beside her head, and she tilted her head back, displaying her throat.

Solas stared at her, his breath hitched, and his eyes ignited in a very wolfish manner.

This was, in fact, The Dread Wolf. And seeing her submit to him in such a way made his eyes glow, his teeth clench, and his eyes narrow, giving her an almost dangerous look.

He stared at her for a long moment, and she held his gaze.

"I'm yours, Dread Wolf," she whispered, and Solas' reaction was instant when he heard her words.

He growled. Growled.

And then, almost without warning, he buried himself inside her, causing her to throw her head back in a silent scream, leaving her throat completely open.

The Dread Wolf was at her throat in a moment, biting her, small bites, edging on pain.

It fuelled Hermione even more.

He growled again, placing his hands on her wrists, nailing her to the mattress.

She felt his teeth again, just where the shoulder and neck met, and she cried out, a moan that sounded more primal than anything else, and The Dread Wolf growled again.

"You are mine, little wolf," he said in a voice that was not Solas. "You are mine."

And then, he began to move. Not very hard - at first - but then his thrusts got harder, his pace quickened, and the primal way he was moving left Hermione unable to even think. The fact that she couldn't move her hands just ignited her even more, and the orgasm took her completely by surprise.

Solas growled in a way that was dangerously close to how he growled in wolf form, and she looked at him as she came down from the orgasm.

"Again, little wolf," The Dread Wolf commanded. "Again."

He didn't even slow down, and Hermione bucked, arched her back, and growled back without even realising. Her hands still pressed down on the mattress, her body was surely on fire, and she couldn't think, couldn't…anything. Everything was just emotions and sensations. Nothing else.

The pressure began building again. Quickly. Hermione bucked and growled underneath the Alpha wolf, and the way he growled back made her sure she would never regain her sanity after this.

Something, somewhere far away in her mind made her realise something. The Dread Wolf was…claiming her, wasn't he?

"Again, little wolf!"

The realisation that he was, in fact, claiming her, the commanding voice, the almost unforgiving way he thrust into her pushed her over the edge again.

The orgasm washed over her, and Hermione practically howled.

In the midst of her howl, she felt The Dread Wolf's teeth on her shoulder, biting down, holding her down, and he growled his most wolfish growl yet, just as he was pushed over the edge as well.

With a few, final, hard thrusts, The Dread Wolf stilled, and she looked up at him.

He looked really uncertain, she realised. What a switch.

He had been rather rough though, so she could understand his hesitation.

She gave him a wicked smile. "Hello, Dread Wolf," she said, and the elven god on top of her sighed in relief as he let go of her wrists, slid out of her, and slumped down next to her, pulling her to him in an almost desperate way.

She held him just as desperately.

Something had just changed between them, Hermione realised. First, they had both let down their guards completely, and utterly, and then...

Then she had been claimed by The Dread Wolf.

And she was completely fine with it.