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So many years had passed since her last cycle that Harriet had nearly forgotten the tortuous inconvenience of a heat.
As if her body meant to punish her for the gap it had willingly taken between cycles, she never made it out of bed that particular morning, having kissed Tom goodbye half-asleep an hour before her eyes finally popped open.
Her chest heaved for breath as she swallowed against the overwhelming nausea that gripped her throat.
In a desperate gasp, she threw the soft, silky covers of her nest aside and let the morning chill do its best to dry the beads of sweat that rose from her pores, head to toe.
She closed her eyes and bit her lip against the cramps that coursed through her abdomen, low and deep, like spiteful knives, as blinding arousal exploded between her legs in a desperate, needy demand.
Harriet whimpered to herself as her thoughts focused on Tom while she writhed in her nest, head thrown back, spine arched, knees parted.
Normally not one to interrupt her husband's day, Harriet couldn't bear to lay there alone, unattended, and waiting until Tom ventured home to check on her during his lunch hour.
As Harriet's teeth dug into her bottom lip, she thought of him and closed her eyes.
Her husband was many things, among which, a talented wizard and skilled Legilimens.
Harriet didn't bother trying to sit up and claw her way towards her wand.
There was no need.
The mating bond she shared with Tom would reveal the situation to him soon enough.
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Tom's long, dark lashes fluttered against his sculpted cheek while he stared down at the documents on his desk.
No matter how hard he squinted at the words on the page, they all seemed to jumble together as an inexplicable rage crawled up his spine and burrowed into his heart.
Although the room remained cool, a fiery urgency heated him from the inside out, until his slender, tapered fingers tugged at his uncomfortably tight collar.
Unable to focus on his work, Tom closed his eyes and thought of his darling mate as a sudden image of her invaded his mind.
A breath escaped his lips as their mating bond allowed him to see what Harriet desperately needed him to realize.
As plainly as if she were there on his desk, Tom saw his wife lying in her bed, with her eyes closed and hands moving over her heated body.
The soft whisper that escaped Harriet's lips made him groan as he watched her fingers slide over her abdomen, down, down, down, until they danced over the hem of her nightgown and slipped beneath the seam of her panties.
His vision ended just before the sweetest part.
As he found himself flung back into his office, Tom's teeth gnashed together as a low growl escaped his soul.
A hideous snarl marred his angled features as he contemplated the frustration of his situation.
Tom slipped his wand out of his pocket and into his hand a second later.
Without bothering to leave directions for his aides, he apparated away, desperate to make it to Harriet.
He could give directions once he had settled his omega in her nest, sometime later that night, after their first round together.
At that particular moment, his wife needed him more than magical Britain.
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Harriet wished Tom hadn't taken quite so long.
How much time had she spent waiting?
A good ten minutes, maybe even fifteen?
She had done all she could on her own, but her fingers were more of an insult than a relief against the overwhelming need to be one with her mate.
Harriet pushed her head back on the pillows as she made yet another futile attempt to quell at least a small amount of that pesky, burning ache.
The sound of her laboured breathing was the first thing Tom heard once he arrived directly in the middle of their bedroom.
A small sigh escaped Harriet's lips as she glanced up at the sound that announced her alpha had finally come to her aid.
"Tom…….." She breathed.
He forgot his position as Minister for Magic as he gazed at his perfect wife.
Tom nearly forgot his name and the world itself as his dark eyes traveled over his beloved.
Harriet became a living erotic fantasy to him as she laid in her nest with her sweat-slicked nightgown clinging to her curves, the blush of arousal on her cheeks, the points of her reddened nipples begging for him to…...
Tom lost rational thought as he dared to lower his eyes to the flimsy scrap of lace between Harriet's thighs where her fingertips had disappeared.
The sight and scent of his heated omega threw him into a violent rut as he grit his teeth and raced towards her.
"TOM!" Harriet screamed as he crawled onto her nest.
"I haven't heard you sound quite like that since you birthed Mark." Tom chuckled as he moved towards her.
The deep huskiness in his usually smooth voice made Harriet groan.
She had envisioned she would put up a fight, play games with him even, but to her irritation, her body commanded her to comply with the submission Tom demanded.
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Harriet panted for breath once the fury of their loving affection burned itself down to a simple, shooting spark.
With the covers nearly as wet as their exhausted bodies, Harriet lay on her back and laughed while Tom lazily licked the sweat from her flushed skin.
She trembled underneath him as she lifted her shaky arms and let her fingers roam freely through his tangled, dark hair.
"You've destroyed me……" Harriet sighed as she gazed at him.
"I've improved you." Tom countered with a smirk as he licked the last of her sweat from his lips.
"...And soon, you'll be even better….the way I like you most, sweetling". He added with a victorious grin.
"...Fat?" Harriet chuckled.
"All tits and tummy." Tom corrected her.
He had meant to speak using his elegant tone but the words tumbled from his lips as more of an impatient growl than anything else.
"I've missed you like this." Harriet sighed as her fingers continued to comb through his hair, purposely ignoring his obscene comment.
"I've been waiting on you, sweetling." Tom purred as he pressed a gentle kiss against Harriet's mouth, "It's been nearly a decade since your last cycle. Why do you torment me so much? I want more……Three isn't enough, four won't be either."
"It's not my fault!" Harriet laughed again as he kissed across her jaw and down her neck to purposely tickle her there.
Tom pulled back when she sighed, "We could always try a potion next time."
Harriet smiled as she gazed into his dark eyes while he asked, "...Do you mean that, sweetling?"
"I dunno…..If I didn't, I wouldn't have said it, would I?" Harriet quipped.
She pressed a hand against Tom's cheek which he happily clasped before they caught each other in a ferocious, biting kiss.
Harriet had almost forgotten exactly how exquisite it was to lie in her husband's arms in a daze of hormone-induced, complete, blind submission while he fulfilled her deepest dreams and slaked her most pressing thirsts.
Kisses.
Touches.
Delightful sighs before zooming over sun-glazed clouds somewhere between mortal existence and the world beyond as a strangled gasp left her throat while her pulse pounded.
Harriet chuckled to herself as she felt Tom slip from her sometime later before he pulled her close and cradled her as tenderly as if she had been made of glass instead of flesh.
Tom had no need to ask if his mate was hungry or in need of water or anything else.
Using his Legilimency skills, he deftly sifted through her thoughts in an effort to anticipate how he could next best mitigate her suffering.
As he realized the drowsiness that plagued her, he kissed the top of her head as her eyelids began to flutter.
"Sleep, my love." Tom purred in his smooth voice, the aftermath of his own pleasure threatening to turn his seductive tone into another rough growl instead, "...I will watch over you."
Harriet let out one last sigh as she cuddled against Tom and let her eyes close.
After he put out the candles that burned on the nightstands and dresser, an arrogant smirk curled his lips in the darkness of their bedroom.
Harriet was his, completely and truly his.
Tom's eyes glimmered in the darkness, all too aware that his mate's love was the most valuable prize he could ever claim.
