Her eyes cleared for the moment and she was presented with the wonderful sight of Draco Malfoy, panting heavily with his lips slightly parted and eyes only for her. She could feel the hard length of him nudged against her thigh, slightly curling upwards. She yipped when she felt his fingers move inside her, slowly withdrawing. The bath water was slowly calming down along with her rapidly beating heart.

"A-Alpha," she stuttered and gave a small whine when he gave her a light kiss, "Draco…I…"

"Does that big brain of yours ever just stop?" He chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her waist, simply holding her. "I've got you; you can let go now."

She raised a brow and then realised that she quite literally still had her nails embedded into his biceps. She grinned sheepishly and relaxed her hands, grimacing as she noticed the tiny trickles of blood. Her heart clenched knowing that she caused the wounds, albeit small, and she quickly used the water to wash away the blood and inspect them. Small half moons were all they were, now just angry red marks. But Hermione couldn't help feeling a little bloom of satisfaction at seeing the Alpha with her marks on him.

She wanted to place more.

And she must have let a wicked look cross her face because Draco let out a small laugh and shook his head.

"I don't know what you're thinking but should I be scared?"

She bit her lip and shook her head. "No," she murmured, "just imagining what you would look like covered in my marks."

There was a flip of butterflies in her stomach at the look he levelled her with, his eyes going dark. She felt the growl of approval rumble through his chest where her hands now rest and it caused a shiver to run through her. She could feel the desire start to pool in her lower belly again and knew that soon she would lose her head again.

All this just from a single look from him.

She wondered what else he could do to her. What else she would let him do.

Everything.

"I…" she cursed herself for stumbling over her words again, "I can feel my head starting to go again."

"Oh?" He quirked a brow and ran his fingers up her spine. "Are you alright?"

"Yes," she squeaked and spoke rapidly, "Perfectly content. I just…I'm not used to losing my mind. And it's rather disconcerting to be honest. I'm so used to being in control of it and then to have it just completely…ya know. And I-I don't expect-"

He cut her off with a kiss and Hermione was thankful for it. She hated rambling.

"It's alright, Hermione," he murmured against her lips, "I've got you. And there's nothing to anything to fix."

She shivered at the repeat of his earlier words.

Nothing to fix.

It felt so true in that moment, with him. She hummed and kissed him thoroughly, enjoying the rumble of a groan that she felt echo deep in her own chest. She cupped his face in her hands and pulled away to admire him again.

She couldn't help the flips in her belly as those silver-grey eyes flicked between her own. Tracing her fingers along the curves of his face, she noted the sharp angle of his cheekbones and the chiselled jawline. The barely-there stubble that tickled her palm as he nuzzled against her hand, placing a kiss to each finger that traced over his lips.

Hermione grinned and realised that she hadn't really noticed nor appreciated how truly beautiful he was. Especially sitting here with her, completely attentive to her every want and need. She felt herself bristle at the thought of anyone else getting to have his attention.

No. Mine. This Alpha is mine.

The thought stunned her for a moment. To be honest, they barely knew each other if truth be told. But that didn't stop her from admiring him from afar. And not so distantly too whenever their friend groups intermingled. She could never find it in herself to outright approach him outside of her work. Never had the need to and she thought it might be too obvious. Harry had nudged her several times to "just talk to him for Christ's sake!" and she'd nearly given in too.

Now though…Hermione hummed as she smoothed back some of his wayward fringe, watching the water slither down the side of his face. She smirked and decided to allow her tongue to follow the trail of water down the angle of his jaw to his chin. Draco let out a low groan and tilted his head back as she trailed lower, her tongue leaving a wet trail down the column of his neck.

She spied the thrumming of his pulse beneath the skin and next to it…there…just there…

Hermione smirked again and gave a long, flat lick across the gland in the juncture of his neck and shoulder, making sure to flick the end of her tongue against it. His fingers dug into her hips as his hips bucked upwards in response. He growled and Hermione's body thrummed with excitement. She knew she could just use her words and this man would go on his knees for her. Already proven it tonight.

But she also wondered how far she could go before Draco's resolve gave in and he gave her exactly what she wanted. To be shown him unrestrained.

To be shown how an Alpha truly fucks.

Hermione could feel the tendrils of the omega slowly edging into her mind. She pushed back against it. She'd been more than able to enjoy what they'd done so far but it felt like she was pushed off to the side, just at the edge of truly being involved mentally. She wanted to enjoy this fully. Completely.

With a surge of determination, Hermione held her resolve and allowed some of the omega to slip through as she gave Draco's gland another flick of her tongue. His fingers bit into her hips and she relished in the thought of the bruising he might leave. The thought of more bruising, more marks he might leave on her skin.

She gently bestowed a kiss to the gland before enveloping it in the heat of her mouth. She did no more than place her mouth over it before barely suckling on the skin and only allowing her tongue to slide back and forth. She felt a shiver roll through Draco's body and she grinned, pleased with herself.

"You're a teasing minx," his breath almost hitched as she flicked her tongue again.

She released him with a pop from her mouth and grinned widely, "Is that a problem, Mr Malfoy?"

"On the contrary…"

He stood abruptly carrying her with him, the water slopping around the sides of the tub. Hermione yelped and gripped her thighs tightly around his waist, worried she might drop back into the tub. Draco chuckled as his hands cupped her backside while he carried them to the walk-in shower.

"I relish in your teasing," he murmured as the spray of the warm water hit her back before she was being pressed against the tile. "I wouldn't have you any other way."

"No other way?" she smirked and tried to nip at his chin.

"I can think of many other ways to have you, Hermione," he breathed her name across her lips and Hermione shivered at the caress. "One will be against the walls of my shower, your ass high in the air, your breasts pressed against the tile, and my name spilling from your sweet lips while you scream around my cock."

Hermione was struck mute for a moment at the filth that left his mouth. And she'd be lying if she said it didn't cause warmth to flood between her legs. If she said it didn't cause her hips to grind down towards said cock that was now pressed firmly against her stomach between them. Her mouth went dry at the images that now filled her mind. Images of what Draco planned to do.

"Show me," she countered.

Draco grinned before devouring her lips in a bruising kiss that was becoming a favourite of hers. Her toes curled and her legs tightened around his hips as his tongue danced across the roof of her mouth then stroked her own. She felt the omega start to take control again, her actions not becoming her own. Hermione growled at the feel and pushed back before allowing the omega to slip through and this time meld with her own mind.

Everything heightened.

Everything was exquisite.

Her fingers tangled roughly into Draco's wet hair, twisting, and pulled a delicious groan from him. She bit down on his lip harsh enough to draw blood, the coppery taste filling her mouth. Draco's moan filled her ears like a warm symphony and her back was pressed further into the tiled wall. Hermione broke the kiss to look into wholly black eyes with only a slight ring of silver around the edges.

The alpha had come out to play.

Without breaking his stare, Hermione dropped her legs to fully stand. Her breasts pushed against his chest with every heaving breath and the friction caused her already aching nipples to hurt. As if knowing, Draco reached a hand up and palmed a breast, tweaking the rosy bud between his fingers. She pressed her breast into his hand, arching her back against the wall. It hurt but it was so pleasurable. Draco smirked. He continued to massage her breast as his other hand travelled up over the column of her neck, grasping her face under her chin. Her hands came down to hold his wrist in place, though with his strength, it was a foolhardy effort. He handled her in a rough manner but still gently. Even as his alpha nature burned to take over.

She gazed up at him, challenging him again like she had moments before.

Suddenly she was whipped around, the tiles biting across her hardened nipples and her hands flew up to brace against the wall. He pressed into her back, his hard length pushed roughly against her backside as Draco ground his hips against hers. She keened at the feel and arched her hips back.

This. This is what she wanted. What he had promised her.

She felt a harsh sting as Draco's hand came down across the right side of her ass. She yelped and he did it again.

"Look at that pretty red arse," he murmured as he tugged her hair, forcing her to bend even further.

Her heels left the ground as Hermione precariously balanced on her tiptoes, arching her back to press fully into his groin. Draco hummed in approval at the sight and Hermione felt a dripping from her core that wasn't from the water in the nearby showerhead.

"Look at you. So beautiful. Bent in half…for me…" he groaned into her ear and his lips pulled at the spot behind her ear that had her knees almost buckling. "Are you going to take my cock like a good girl, omega?"

She whimpered.

"Use your words, pet," he purred as he peppered kisses down the column of her neck.

"Y-yes," she stuttered.

"All your words, Hermione," he murmured as he slowly inched closer to the hollow of her throat. Hermione pushed higher on her toes, wanting him to latch onto that sweet spot. "Give me all of your words."

"A-a-alpha," she gasped as he flicked his tongue across her gland. "Please. I need…"

He hummed as he gave a broad lick while reaching between her legs. Hermione thought she saw stars as his fingers ghosted along her soaked slit, just from that simple touch. She could feel the head of him nudging against her, rubbing delectably against her swollen flesh. Just one shift and he would slip…

"Don't even think about it, pet," he chuckled and the sound shot straight to her core. "Not until you tell me what you want."

She whimpered as his cock barely crested inside her. "You. I want you." she gasped as he pressed further inside. "I need you. Inside. I want your cock filling me up."

That was all the urging Draco needed before he surged his hips forward with a heavy thrust, filling her to the brim. Hermione let out a yell at the feeling. Being stretched so fully.

Finally.

She remembered their first coupling and how complete she had felt but it seemed to pale in comparison to this. She chalked it up to being more aware this time. More in her own headspace as he began a languid pace. Draco's slowly increasing pace grew more urgent with every thrust and soon his heavy pants were filling her ears, thundering over the sounds of the shower. He muttered praise to her, how she was perfectly tight, squeezing him just right, how her cunt was made just for him.

Hermione was on the cusp of nirvana. The combined sensations of his fingers on her clit, the pull of her hair, the suckling on her gland, and the feel of him sliding in and out. In and out. In and out. She could feel the prickles of his teeth along her gland and a thought slammed itself into place in her mind. A single one track thought that filled her and was the urge that she explicitly wanted. Under other circumstances, Hermione might think it was just her instincts taking control.

But no. Hermione was still in control. And she was wanting it wholeheartedly. In those few moments before her orgasm could overtake her, she realised that she wanted nothing more than to be marked by Draco. To be bound to him.

"Draco," she breathed, "Please. Bite. Please."

He grunted against her skin, "I…I can't…not to you…too good…"

" Please," she urged and nirvana inched closer as she felt his teeth graze along her skin. " Please! "

She felt a sharp pain in her shoulder and white light exploded behind her eyes before she heard his muffled roar of release behind her.