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Harriet noticed the sound of running water as she dared to crack her eyes open and blink at what she could see from her position in Tom's arms.
Snake heads……
Stone……
A towering ceiling……..
That giant, unsettling statue…..
It was a strange place, but the air seemed refreshingly cool against Harriet's heated cheek.
She couldn't help but peer blearily at the stone statue that spread across the wall in front of her while she asked, "Where……are we?"
Tom's lips curled in a wicked smirk as he gazed down at Harriet triumphantly and spoke, "Welcome, Harriet Potter, to the Chamber of Secrets…….As the direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin himself," Tom explained as he gestured to the statue, "I am the sole master of this place."
"Is this where the Basilisk lives?" Harriet blinked.
Tom frowned as she seemed relatively unimpressed by his announcement.
"...Yes." He hesitantly replied, "How did you know about the Basilisk?"
"That's how your mother and I made it to Riddle Manor that night." Harriet explained as she writhed in Tom's arms.
"My mother was here?" Tom asked with an incredulous scowl.
"Not in this place, no, but yes, she came to the castle." Harriet groaned as she wriggled and huffed, "Are you going to mate with me or not, Tom? I don't have all day to chat with you about ancestors and mothers."
"Patience, sweetling." Tom chuckled as he made it to the end of the Chamber of Secrets' main walkway and carried Harriet towards the bedchamber that had been constructed specifically for their mutual enjoyment.
Another low cramp took hold in Harriet's lower belly that caused her to groan and press her face against Tom's chest as she endured its intensity.
His dark eyes glimmered mischievously as he glanced down at her and grinned, "Have you so little faith in me as to think that I would dare commit such a grievous error as to let this long-awaited opportunity slip through our fingers?"
Harriet blinked when she felt Tom take one arm off of her and reach out.
She watched the heavy, stone door in front of them creak open to reveal the cozy bedroom that lay inside.
Tom watched carefully as Harriet sat up in his arms while her emerald eyes widened.
"Here we are, sweetling." He purred in his smooth voice as he carried her over the threshold.
With a snap of his fingers, the stone door slammed shut behind them, but in her enfeebled condition, Harriet barely noticed the noise.
Tom had spent the last few years transforming the bedchamber bit by bit, detail by detail, into a space that would be any needy omega's dream.
From the soft bed piled with sumptuous sheets and chenille blankets, to the mound of pillows that sat at its top, all the way to the warm lamps of glowing amber on the two nightstands at either side of the bed, the room begged Harriet to leap from Tom's arms, construct her nest, and invite him to join her there.
Harriet fidgeted against him with the urge to crawl into that waiting, welcoming respite.
"Don't worry, sweetling." Tom chuckled as he walked over, deftly bent down, and carefully placed Harriet down on top of the covers, "I'll let you nest before I claim you."
Harriet's desire to be in that cozy bed became so overwhelming that she reached towards it with her arms outstretched until she gently collided with the covers.
Tom took a step back once he had settled her there.
He smirked to himself as he watched his soon-to-be omega hurriedly arrange the bed coverings and pillows to her liking.
Tom blinked when Harriet looked up at him and commanded, "...Your robes."
He froze for a moment before he considered their situation and chuckled again, "...Of course….Forgive me, sweetling, how thoughtless I've been….."
Harriet said nothing in response as she waited on the bed with an impatient frown marring her fair face while Tom slipped his school robes off of his shoulders and handed them over.
A proud grin curled his lips as Harriet painstakingly spread his robes in the center of the soft bed.
Of course she would want something in the center of her nest that held his scent.
Tom contemplated how he should proceed, but Harriet seemed more than ready to guide him.
He watched her sigh in satisfaction as she glanced around and deemed her first nest to be a suitable place of comfort.
Tom opened his mouth, but Harriet's actions cut him off.
Her cheeks continued to burn a fiery shade of bright red as her fingers quickly pried off her Quidditch uniform, piece by piece, while she flung the sweat-dampened garments onto the floor.
The stone room in the Chamber of Secrets held a chill that many would have called foreboding, but as Harriet lay back on the mound of pillows, naked and gasping for breath, the cold air felt incredible against her flushed skin.
Tom's dark eyes widened in fascination as he beheld his darling completely, unashamedly naked for the first time.
"Harriet, my love……" Tom breathed as his dark eyes scanned over her bare form.
Harriet had become too irritated to reply.
She continued her task of trying to catch her breath while she watched Tom's dark gaze flicker over her, ready to memorize every inch of her flesh, every supple bit of her subtle curves.
Saliva pooled in his mouth, which he quickly swallowed as he tried to determine what part of his juicy beloved he would reach for first.
The longing look on Harriet's face enraptured him as much as her breasts, those soft globes with their rosy peaks, all the way down to her flat belly and the nest of curls that sat at the place her torso connected with her thighs.
Tom took a staggering step forward, but Harriet did not seem to enjoy his reverence as she frowned and called to him, "Hurry up, Tom! It's rude to keep me waiting."
To hasten the end of his darling's suffering, he didn't waste time undressing himself.
As Harriet watched, Tom raised his wand and waved it over his body to remove his clothes in a brief rush of nonverbal magic.
Harriet's mouth fell open as she stared at her desired alpha's lithe physique while he walked towards her.
Her emerald gaze slowly drifted down.
Before she could stop herself, her knees instinctively spread as her stare focused curiously on Tom's manhood.
His girth made her nearly as nervous as his length, but Harriet drew in a breath at the proud smile she found on his lips once she raised her eyes to his face.
"Don't be frightened, sweetling." Tom purred as he hovered over her, both of them bare, alone in the stone bedchamber, "I'm going to take away your pain, not cause more of it."
Harriet closed her eyes.
Tom leaned down.
As their lips met, she clutched onto him with a desperation that surprised them both.
Tom's hands were on her sides first, then over her back, across her belly, squeezing her bottom……..
He and Harriet rustled in the bed as they took a quiet moment of curious understanding to explore each other without any hindrance for the first time.
It thrilled her that Tom was not satisfied with only tasting her lips.
As they lay together in that entanglement, his mouth to her throat, across her collarbone, down to her breasts……
Harriet whimpered pitifully when she felt her alpha latch onto her sensitive nipples and began to suckle.
As her fingers tangled in his dark hair, Tom eased himself from one side and kissed his way across her chest to the other breast.
He wanted to move down and take a moment longer to devour his darling, but Harriet groaned and wrapped her legs around his hips, urging him to the place she needed him most.
"Your tongue won't be enough." She sighed as Tom released her and pulled back.
"I thought omegas were supposed to be modest and demure." He chuckled as his velvet tip pressed teasingly into Harriet's inner thigh.
"Don't tease me now." She huffed irritably as she scowled up at her lover, "I don't have the patience for begging, from you or me. All I want is you, Tom."
Tom sucked in a breath as Harriet's words hit him squarely in the chest.
Harriet knew she had broken him with that single statement as she gazed up at him.
Her emerald eyes glimmered brightly as she repeated the truth that illuminated his world, "...All I want is you."
Tom bent down and renewed their kiss as gently as he could.
Gentle, he had told himself that the first time he claimed Harriet as his own, he would make her feel safe and secure by being gentle.
Although, as Tom slowly eased himself inside Harriet, she didn't seem to have any interest in gentle lovemaking.
Her nails raked his back as she felt her body stretch.
The hoarse cry that left her lips once he had fully entered her sent a pleasant shiver down his spine as his dark eyes widened.
Tom pulled back to watch Harriet's expression change as he slowly began to pump his hips while he tried to discover where he felt best to her.
Their words ceased.
The Chamber of Secrets' stone bedroom became filled with the soft sound of their laboured breathing and the subtle shifting noise of the mattress while they coupled at long last.
Tom's lengthy lessons and hours of practice alone in his dormitory had paid off.
He found the endurance to restrain himself, even as Harriet engulfed him in a tempting heat unlike any he had ever known, until sweat freely dripped down the smooth muscles on his chest.
He could feel her around him; tightening, quivering, ready for release.
As he sought to send them both flying over a peak of pleasure together, Tom bent down to strike the killing blow that would end Harriet's misery.
His hips kept their pace as a single fingertip found the crest of her womanhood.
While he stroked her in perfect rhythm from the inside and out, he opened his mouth and sank his teeth into the flesh of her throat, claiming her as his own at last.
Harriet's emerald eyes widened as a wild shriek left her lips while she convulsed in his arms.
The low groan that came from his throat while he emptied himself inside her nearly brought tears to her emerald eyes as she wailed, "TTTTTOOOOMMMM!"
After Tom finished filling his new mate, he stayed there, held deep within her while he lovingly kissed the wound on her neck as he whispered in his smooth voice, "You're mine now, Harriet Potter……..mine completely…….undeniably…
..undoubtedly…….mine."
Harriet sighed as she wrapped her arms around Tom.
Once he moved up to give her another passionate kiss, he slipped from her as they cuddled together.
Harriet understood then why so many omegas looked forward to finding their alphas.
In all her life, she had never experienced the same surge of complete ecstasy as she did while she lay in Tom's loving arms.