BLAISE

The chiming of the bell above the shop door pulled Blaise's attention from the mess Draco had left scattered over the shiny, tiled black floor.

"We're closed. Come back later," he said over his shoulder; it wasn't unusual for the odd person to show up late at night, either drunk, high, or running from their problems, requesting a tattoo, but he wasn't in any state of mind to deal with that shite tonight.

"I'll pay extra." A raspy female voice floated toward him, a voice that reminded him of cherry red lips, soft skin, and supple curves that promised both equal measures of ecstasy and pain.

Blaise turned to look at the woman as the door to the shop swung closed, sending the scent of her racing toward him like a cascade of roses, leather, and a breath of fresh air. His nostrils flared instinctually, breathing in a lungful of her delicious scent, unlike anything he'd had the pleasure of sampling before. To say that he was surprised that the girl, no woman standing before him, was none other than Ginerva Weasley would be an understatement. It had been years since he'd laid eyes on the youngest Weasley, and she'd barely been an adult at the time, fighting at the Battle of Hogwarts alongside her brother, one of the twins, Fred, maybe.

She watched him silently, her azure, blue eyes tracking over him, not dissimilar to a tiger sizing up her prey while he took in the new look of her. She wore thick-soled combat boots; the tips scuffed slightly, and black fatigues clung to her curvy thighs, tracing a path up to her hips where a black nylon belt hugged her curves and cinched in at her waist, cutting a beautiful hourglass figure. Trailing his eyes upward, he took in the clingy, long-sleeved onyx top that traced over her chest, leading a path to the ivory column of her neck; pale scars littering the once pristine surface.

He finally let his eyes roam over her face, from her cupid bow lips set in a slight pout that looked entirely too practiced for his liking. Working in the seedier parts of the wizarding world he'd learned to read when someone was being disingenuous, and he'd admit that Ginerva was good, but he was better.

"Ginerva Weasley. Now, what is a prim little Gryffindor like you doing in my shop that, let's admit, isn't known for its client's stellar reputations?"

As she stepped closer, another wave of that delicious scent crashed over him, alerting another part of him that he'd learned to keep under strict control. He accepted the alpha within himself and was proud of who and what he was, but that didn't mean he was a man who liked to give up his control to his baser instincts.

"Oh, I'm well aware of the company you keep, Zabini. The question is, are you aware of the company I keep these days?" Her words were probably meant to come off as playful, but he detected a note of expectation.

Blaise watched as she sat down on the black tattoo bed, the leather creaking slightly as her weight settled against the surface. Her blue eyes scanned over his body and along the wall of mirrors behind him.

"I find it interesting that you've kept tabs on me, but I can't say I've done the same for you. I keep a small circle and mind my own business. I find it keeps me out of trouble."

"Disappointing. I'm guessing Malfoy is part of your small circle?" she said with that same forced nonchalance he wasn't buying.

Blaise remained silent, letting his stony expression speak for itself on what he thought of her line of questioning.

A raspy laugh filled the otherwise quiet space, the sound entirely too appealing. The glands in his neck and wrists throbbed from the mixture of her increasingly potent scent and her seductive laughter.

The pink tip of her tongue darted out to wet her lips before she spoke again, "So if we aren't going to talk about our personal lives, can we talk about the tattoo you're going to give me?"

"How presumptuous of you. I do believe I told you the shop was closed, and here you are, making yourself comfortable and asking about my life as if we are old-school chums. You may smell like an angel, Ginerva, but I know a devil in disguise when I see one." To his surprise, she released another one of those throaty laughs that made his cock jerk in his black jeans.

"Hmm, muggle religious references; you're not like the others, are you? A little omega bats her eyelashes and pouts her lips, and all of those big bad alphas crumple to their knees, all vying for a chance to claim a warm place to sink their knot. " Her tone remained playful, but her eyes danced with fury as she stood, her boots shuffling against the floor as she moved closer. She stopped when their chests nearly met, and she had to tilt her head back to meet his gaze.

At the mention of her omega status, his pulse raced, but he forced himself to keep his thoughts clear; it wouldn't do to lose himself when she obviously came here with an agenda. "That's what you want. Isn't it? For me to be like the others? A simpering fool who will answer to your every whim? Hmm, no, that's not it. Otherwise, you wouldn't hide your designation with that poor excuse for a suppressant. Tell me, Red, why did you really come here?"

Her eyes narrowed slightly, the crystal blue forming into thin slits. "Try top-of-the-line suppressant. You shouldn't even be able to scent me right now. Yes, I think I smell different, but not so much that you should be able to pick up on it. And, as I've said, I'm here for a tattoo. So, are you going to help a witch out, or should I take my business elsewhere?"

He, of course, knew she was lying, but his mother taught him a valuable lesson. You caught more bees with honey than vinegar. So, he would play nice with the little Gryffindor, give her the tattoo, and see what intelligence he could gain in the process.

"I'll tattoo you on one condition. I get to choose the tattoo."

Her eyes grew wide, and her lips parted slightly, giving him another glimpse of that sweet pink tongue he'd love to taste. He was an alpha, after all, and there was a delicious omega before him. He could choose not to act on these feelings. He wasn't an animal.

"You drive a hard bargain, Zabini, but I accept. No cocks, I don't want my last name tattooed on my skin, and better yet, no genitalia in general."

"Deal. Now get that pert little omega arse up on the table. Where are we tattooing?" Salazar, did he just say that? Fuck, her scent was really messing with his head.

"It is quite nice, isn't it?" she asked with a chuckle and a quirk of her brow. "My right thigh," she said as she turned away from him. The slide of the fabric against their skin pulled his attention from the tattoo iron he'd been preparing. Looking over his shoulder, he took in the expanse of creamy white skin that started at the curve of her hip and down her long legs to her bare feet, which were painted in a royal purple color. The sight of the pop of brightness was a contrast to her all-black attire. Thin black strings clung to her hips and led to the v between her bare thighs; a thin piece of red cloth covered her sex from his prying eyes but did nothing to stop the wave of her scent from crashing over him anew.

Fuck, she smelled like…home. She smelled like everything he wanted, wrapped up in a perfectly curated package of feistiness, beauty, and mystery. His alpha howled internally as he took in another lungful of her ambrosia.

"Okay, over there, Zabini? You look like you're about to have an aneurysm."

"Erm- yeah. Just lay down on your back and get comfortable. I'll be over there in a minute." With a flick of his wand, the door locked, and the shades were drawn to keep nosy onlookers from catching a glimpse of the half-naked witch on his table.

Blaise took a deep breath through his mouth to center himself before moving his stool next to the table, her naked flesh a feast before him, just begging to be touched, begging for his touch. At least, that is what his hormone-addled brain assumed.

"Do I have consent to touch you? I'll have to touch your hip and your thigh throughout the process; it'll take roughly an hour to complete." Blaise always asked this question. He may have grown up around snakes who carried a villain stigma, but he had never touched another person without their consent, and he wasn't about to start today, even if the client in question was a beautiful omega.

"Touch. Taste. Whatever catches your fancy." He couldn't see her smirk, but he could definitely hear it as he turned his back slightly toward her to get the best angle to work.

"Quite cheeky, aren't you? Tell me, Ginerva, how does Potter feel about you being here, sitting half naked on another alpha's table like a feast waiting to be devoured?"

She let out a genuine laugh in response to his question, which he found slightly odd since it was a fair question to ask. "Harry and I aren't together, haven't been for years. Let's say my omega isn't the biggest fan of him, and he wasn't a big fan of the choices I made for myself. I don't speak to any of them anymore." Her explanation only served to increase his confusion.

"So, you're not part of The Order anymore, I take it?"

"Good to know at one point in time you knew what was going on around you. But no, I'm not part of The Order. I've joined a more noble cause, one that has a chance of winning and keeps me safe in the process."

"Oh? Don't tell me little Ginerva has gone dark on us now?"

"Oh baby, you have no idea, and as you can see, I'm not so little anymore," she said with a wicked grin; he could see now that he'd turned to face her.

Blaise shook his head and placed his hand back on her hip. Perhaps he let his fingertips slide slower than they needed to over the plush expanse of skin, so forgiving beneath his firm grip. Images of her bent over this very table, while he held her in place, flashed through his mind. He just knew she would take his knot so well; she was so strong and so fierce. He'd barely spent thirty minutes with her, and he just knew she would be perfect—the mixture of good and bad he needed in his life.

They descended into silence as he worked his tattoo iron over her skin, painting a midnight sky, paying extra attention to the fade on his shading, meticulously layering the black ink over the smooth expanse of her skin. His eyes caught on the peach freckles dancing against the ivory silk of her thigh. Blaise tried to keep his composure; he really did, but the hunger only amplified as he moved his hand across her flesh, trying to ignore the way it was so warm and pliant beneath his ministrations. As he worked, the scent of roses only grew stronger, gripping him in a chokehold, demanding he claim her, make her his own.

He tried to focus on the warmth of the tattoo iron, the unforgiving metal digging into his fingers, the ache doing nothing to distract him as his eyes began to roam over the supple flesh of her hips and thighs, curves that would fit so perfectly in his hands as he drove into her. Her body was made for him; the temptation was nearly too much, how she would stretch for him, taking all of him into her wet heat before he sunk his teeth into the gland at her neck, marking her as his forever.

"How's it looking down there?" she asked, the slight quiver in her voice showing that she wasn't totally unaffected by his touch.

"Stunning," he responded, his eyes now trained on the apex of her thighs, where the enticingly small triangle of fabric did little to hide her shape from him, A slight wiggling of her body had his eyes darting back toward her tattoo, but not before she caught sight of where his eyes had been trained.

The fabric of her top stretched tight over her full breasts as she took quick, even breaths, wafting that maddening scent in his direction, his control already taught like a string on a bow, just waiting to release. He kept his gaze on hers as he moved his hand, not holding his tattoo iron across her thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Blaise trailed a finger along the seam in her panties, already showing signs of her excitement. Everything in him demanded to tear the thin straps holding the fabric together at her hips and taste her, savor everything she was willing to give him, but he needed to take his time.

"Do you want to know what I think, Ginerva?" Blaise continued to watch her every reaction, his alpha hoarding every little sigh that passed her pink lips, every inhale of air drawing him in like a vortex he would now gladly lose himself in.

Her head bobbed up and down slowly, seemingly just as captivated by him as he was by her.

"Use your words, Love," he scolded as his hand continued to trail up her body, tracing the shape of her breast, teasing the nipple with soft, barely-there touches, drawing out more of those soft sighs he was quickly becoming addicted to.

"Y- Yes, I want to know."

Blaise felt his pulse quicken and his gaze sharpen, his alpha senses taking over as he dropped the tattoo iron and brought his hand up to cradle the back of her head, her long, fiery tresses sliding easily between his fingers. "My perfect omega. So good for her alpha." His words elicited the response he was hoping for; a low keen escaped her lips as her pupils dilated, eclipsing the ocean blue of her irises. "I think you knew exactly what you were doing when you stepped into my shop." He paused, letting his words sink in as he trailed his lips across her jaw, leaving searing kisses as he went. "I don't know exactly what you're looking for yet, but you do want something. In your scheming, you didn't account for something, though."

Her eyes lazily roamed over his face, the omega haze rapidly pulling her under its spell as she seemed to struggle to maintain control over her senses. "Please…alpha."

The sound of her begging had his fist clenching in her hair and his grip tightening on her hip where he was tracing slow, teasing circles over her skin. "Is that what you were doing, little omega? Playing games?" The normally even tenor of his voice dropped to a husky growl as he gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze while she whimpered and squirmed against him.

"Please don't be upset, alpha. You don't understand, and I just want to be good for you; please let me be good for you." She accentuated her plea with a frenzied thrust of her hips, the thin fabric concealing her slick core sliding up, revealing just how eager her body was for his touch.

Blaise licked his lips hungrily, so close to letting go of all self-control and tasting her in every way he could. "You didn't think about that fact when you came to me, did you? That those suppressants you take wouldn't work between us, that you could never hide from me, never resist me. But if it's games you want to play, then you shall be my queen, and I will be your king—both pawns in a game made of strategy and desperate moves. So, tell me this, little omega, do you want to be the queen to my king in the game of chess we've been trying to survive in? Before you answer, there is one thing you should know. As fated mates, we cannot lie to one another once we have bonded. Our joining will link our minds, and you will see that I am just as affected as you are. Now that I know your scent and imagined what you would taste like, I, in turn, could never resist you, nor would I want to hide from you. If you, Ginerva Weasley, my fated omega, say yes, I will have my taste of you before the night is done."

"You wouldn't be able to hide your thoughts from me?"

"No, nor would you be able to keep your thoughts from me. We can tune out the other's thoughts if we choose, but we cannot block one another out."

The haze that had painted her features cleared slightly as they spoke, and that earlier curiosity returned to her blue eyes.

"How do you know so much about all of this? There have only been a few omegas in my family line, and I had access to their journals, but even with that, there is so much unknown about the bond. Most never find their fated mate and settle for another alpha or omega."

Blaise took her hand and pulled her into a sitting position before stepping between her parted thighs. His eyes drawn to a strand of red hair that hung over an auburn brow, he reached forward and took the strand between his fingers, feeling the softness of it for a moment before tucking it behind her ear, his touch lingering against her warm cheek. "There have been many alphas and omegas in my family line, and historically, most of the pairings have been lucky enough to find their other half. My family has kept many detailed logs on the inner workings of the bond between alpha and omega, with my designation being what it is. I studied them almost religiously once I started to show signs. I also know that you're not in heat at the moment, but I have a nifty little spell that will allow us to bond despite that."

"That's hardly a fair advantage; how will I ever come out on top if you're the one with all of the knowledge?" she asked with a slight frown and a narrowing of her eyes.

"Dolce Piccolo omega, if it's coming out on top that you want, I'd happily serve beneath you," Blaise said with a wicked grin before capturing her lips with his own. He silenced her gasp of surprise with a slow, languid dance of his tongue as he pushed past her lips in search of her taste. She tasted of cinnamon, and Blaise realized he could easily find himself addicted to it.

His hands traced the shape of her hips, over the dip in her waist, his cock hardening at the feel of her breasts despite being covered by the somewhat coarse fabric of her top. His inner monologue running a mile a minute as his alpha urged him on, lacking the patience he desperately needed in this moment.

"Have you dripping in silk."

"So soft."

"My perfect omega."

"Feel so good for me."

"Give you everything."

"Would you stop talking and just fuck me. Besides, in case you haven't noticed, I'm not really a silk type of girl," Ginny murmured against his throat.

Blaise chuckled, not realizing he'd spoken those thoughts aloud. "Love, I need to taste your sweet cunt, but first, I need your answer. Are you to be mine forever, or do we end things now? Once you are mine, there is no turning back." Blaise was a man of honor, and he would walk away if she turned the bond down, but a part of him hated himself for giving her the option. She was his, and he was hers; neither would find true happiness without the other. Any other relationship would pale in comparison to the love they would experience with one another.

Her eyes shifted over his features. He tried to remain patient as the silence enveloped them. The only sound breaking the spell was their slightly labored breaths. With every huff of air that passed her lips, he injected it into his lungs. If she were to deny him, then he would take every last part of her that he could in the meantime.

As the moments stretched on and she remained silent, Blaise felt his heart grow heavy, and a sick feeling rush through his stomach.

"Right, well. I won't take up any more of your time. You know your way out, I suppose," Blaise said dejectedly, trying not to let sorrow color his words while he busied himself with cleaning his workstation yet again. Realizing he had never finished her tattoo, but he supposed that was fitting. The unfinished piece would serve as a representation of their bond that would never be fulfilled.

"Do you always give up so easily? Because I have to say, that isn't a quality I would normally find attractive in my alpha."

Blaise turned on his heel, his long legs closing the short distance between them as he met her challenging gaze with one of his own. "I'm not giving up. I'm respecting your choice. There is a distinct difference. Because if you had given me any indication that you wanted this, wanted us, I would go to the ends of the earth to have you, burn cities to find you. Fuck, I'd even take on the Dark Lord himself if it meant getting to keep you."

The hardness in her stare melted at his words, but her mouth remained a flat line. "First off, this is a huge decision and one I don't take lightly, so excuse me if I want to take more than two seconds to give you my answer. Second, if you're done throwing your giant fucking fit, I'd really like you to fuck me, mark me, and make me yours, unless that's too much trouble for you."

Blaise couldn't muster any words through his mixture of embarrassment and surprise. So, instead, he pulled her into his arms and continued where they'd left off. His lips captured hers as his arms snaked around her thighs, lifting her back on the cushioned table. Her hands pulled at the black shirt he'd tucked into his trousers, ripping it loose before pulling it over his head before she resumed her exploration of his chest and abs.

"Bloody hell, you're fit." Her words soothed his alpha, knowing she found him appealing. They worked like a balm to the rejection he'd felt minutes ago.

A growl rumbled through Blaise's chest at her praise, his alpha preening as he flexed his pecs slightly, a display meant entirely for her benefit.

"Did I hurt my alpha's feelings? Do I need to make it better?" Ginny asked with a teasing lilt to her voice, her hands resting near his collarbone.

"I have manners; I'd never turn a lady down, especially one as beautiful as you."

"Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Zabini. Now let your omega take care of you."

The stool Blaise had been using floated over to the side of the table they currently occupied, landing with a soft thunk on the ground just behind his thighs. The hands resting on his chest gave a gentle shove, depositing his arse firmly against the cushioned leather seat of the chair.

Her hands trailed over his abdomen, sending tingles over his skin, making his cock flex in anticipation. Nimble fingers made quick work of his belt, the metal clanking as it hit the shop floor, where his trousers and briefs soon followed, leaving him bare before her.

Blaise groaned as she dropped to her knees; such a pretty sight, the contrast of her ivory skin against his darker mocha coloring as she took him in hand, first applying gentle strokes from root to tip, taking extra care to slow her pace as her fist enclosed the head of his cock, her wrist rolling slightly, ripping a moan from his throat at the sensations shooting through him. His eyes closed for a moment as he lost himself to the sensations caused by her ministrations. With every stroke, his pleasure ratcheted higher; he felt his sack grow tight, knowing he was going to lose it soon if she continued at this pace.

"I can't resist." Her words floated through his consciousness before he knew what she was going to do. His knees trembled as the wet heat of her mouth enveloped him, demanding all of his pleasure as she sunk lower, taking as much of him as she was able before pulling back and repeating the process. On every withdrawal, her tongue swirled over the tip of his cock, tasting the escaped drops of precum before torturing him with another downward stroke. Her hands soon joined in, wrapping around the base where she couldn't reach while the other cupped his already-taught sack.

Her mouth released him with a soft pop as a devilish grin spread across her face, and her eyes shined with mischief and lust. "You taste so good, I could do this all day. Bring you to the edge, taking the small morsels you give me before letting you fall, only to do it all over again."

"Witch, if you keep at this, there won't be any teasing; I won't be able to hold back from releasing into that talented little mouth of yours. Get back on the table and lay on your back. It's my turn." Blaise grabbed her hands and helped her stand before depositing her back on the table.

He made short work of the flimsy fabric covering her sex but took his time removing her top, letting the fabric glide along her stomach, up over her chest, and over her arms until he let it fall to the floor. His mouth watered at the sight of her breasts nearly spilling out of the lacy black bra decorating her chest, the peach color of her pebbled nipples barely visible through the thin fabric but offering just enough to tease Blaise and leave him aching for more.

"Blaise…you have asked for my decision in all of this, but there is something I need to tell you: no, show you before we can move forward, and then you can give me your decision."

"I've already made my choice, and really? Was it ever really a choice? You were made for me, and I for you. I want nothing else."

"You may change your mind about that." The hand resting over her left arm dropped to her side, revealing a mark that Blaise never thought he'd see on her skin. The skull and snake tattoo marking her as one of the followers of the Dark Lord shouldn't be anywhere near her, let alone permanently marked on her arm.

"Wha- I don't understand. Why do you have that? Did someone make you?" Blaise asked as he struggled to comprehend what could have brought her to such a decision.

"No. I made this choice myself, and I'd do it again. I can't explain why I've done it, but know that it was for the right reasons." Ginny's gaze held no apology, but flickers of hope flashed in her eyes.

Blaise didn't speak for a moment, letting the shock settle before responding. "I won't demand you share your reasoning with me now, but someday, I hope you'll trust me enough to share it of your own volition. Just tell me you're being as safe as you can be?"

Ginny released a shaky sigh, her lip trembling slightly as she tipped her chin back to meet his gaze. "Always. I promise. Is it that easy for you? No more pushback or questions?"

"No," Blaise responded simply.

"Why?" A look of confusion colored her features.

He knew he needed to be as honest as possible at this moment, or they could never move forward, but he also needed to protect his friend's privacy. "Look, I grew up in this world, the dark part of the wizarding world. So, I get that not everything is as it seems, and it's not always as easily defined as good and bad. I trust that you know what you're doing and won't push you any further on it unless I feel you're in danger."

No more words were exchanged as Blaise stepped forward once more, his hand reaching back and unsnapping the clip of her bra, letting it fall slowly, revealing the pale skin of her breasts decorated with a smattering of freckles. He itched to lick and kiss each one. Their earlier frenzied pace quickly returned, bolstered by their declarations to one another.

Ginny panted and moaned his name as he left a trail of nips and kisses down her body. Worshipping each full breast, his tongue flicking over her hardened nipples, sucking and nibbling at her sensitive flesh while she ground her hips against the open air, practically begging for his touch with every high-pitched keen.

Moving to the end of the table, Blaise grabbed her ankles and gave a gentle pull until her feet were resting on his shoulders, and her slick cunt was sitting before him, waiting to be devoured. He let his lips skate from her knee to her hip, breathing in the delicious scent of her arousal as she squirmed in his hands, her hips thrusting forward eagerly. Blaise traced the same path over her other leg, her desperate pleas music to his ears, before he placed the first kiss directly to her core, her slick coating his lips as he placed intentional kisses on either side of her clit but avoiding the sensitive bundle of nerves for the moment.

"Canta per me l'amore," he whispered against the slightly raised skin of the gland at her thigh before taking his first real taste of her, his tongue separating her folds as her juices washed over his taste buds better than the finest wine he'd ever drunk, better than any aphrodisiac he'd ever consumed. His hands clamped down on her hips, and he buried his face between her thighs, tasting and devouring every part of her, his tongue exploring the less sensitive lips, dipped into her needy core, feeling her clench around him as she chased her orgasm, her moans growing into cries of relief as he finally took her clit between his teeth and set a punishing pace with his tongue. Flicking and twirling around the taut bundle of nerves before inserting two fingers, finding that perfect spongy spot that had her screaming his name and leaping over the edge while his fingers fucked her through her release and his tongue slowly circled her clit, prolonging her pleasure as long as possible but trying not to overstimulate her.

"È bellissimo," Blaise praised as he kissed his way up her torso until his lips found hers, losing himself to the feeling of his skin against hers.

"What does that mean? And what you said before?" Ginny asked as she laced her fingers with his and nuzzled his neck, the feel of her tongue dancing over the sensitive gland sending shockwaves straight to his already hard cock.

"I said, sing for me, love and so beautiful. I love the sounds you make as I worship your body." His chocolate eyes met hers in a moment of mutual understanding. "I've been a man alone for a long time now. I have very few friends and even less family. I'm used to my solitude outside of the clients that come into my shop. I knew I wasn't happy with this life, but I thought I was at least content." Blaise paused and rolled to his back, pulling Ginny against his side in the process. "You've shown me that another life is possible. We have so much to learn about one another on the surface, but in here," Blaise said, gathering her hand on his own and placing them both over his heart. "Here, we know each other. Our souls call to one another, and I promise you this, my omega, I will always answer your call. In whatever mission you are trying to accomplish, know that I am here if you need me."

Ginny's arms wrapped around his shoulders as she pulled him back on top of her, the heavy weight of his cock cradled between her slick heat, her full breasts so soft between them, shaking with every gentle thrust of his hips.

"It's cosmic. You and me. I don't need to know your favorite color to know that you are mine. Let's start our forever; make me yours."

On a single thrust, Blaise buried himself deep within her walls, tearing a cry of pleasure from them both before he began to slowly rock against her, letting her adjust to him while he whispered incoherent nothings into her skin.

"So perfect."

"Made for me."

"My omega."

"My everything."

"Hold onto me."

He didn't realize at first that Ginny was responding to his ramblings with words of her own.

"Just for you."

"You were made for me too."

"My alpha."

"My life."

"I'll never let go."

Blaise lifted himself onto his forearms so he could watch her expression, their eyes trained on each other as he let his hips snap against hers, the sound of their bodies joining like music to his ears as they panted against one another. Their mutual pleasure painted itself in moments of skin sliding against skin, scratch marks made from desperate hands, and promises of devotion.

Without faltering in his steady pace, Blaise nudged Ginny's chin with his nose, urging her to turn her head to the side, exposing the column of her neck where the gland at her neck pulsed with every hastened beat of her heart. He licked the raised flesh, tasting the mixture of salt and something purely her, an intoxicating mixture that promised euphoria.

"Please, alpha, I need it. I need you." Ginny's hands cradled the back of his skull, her actions urging him forward just as much as her words.

Summoning his wand, Blaise cast the spell to induce her heat temporarily, allowing the bond to take place. "Inducat Calor."

Blaise tossed his wand aside and closed his lips over the gland, sucking slightly, letting his tongue tease the flesh until it was swollen and ready for his bite. The moment his canines pierced the thin layer separating him from ecstasy, he was grateful for their position; if not, his knees surely would have given out. On top of his own feelings of unencumbered joy and the sweetest taste he'd ever experienced in his life, Blaise also felt Ginny's joy, her thoughts racing through his mind as he continued to lap at her neck. A deep feeling of belonging coursed through the bond; he felt how much this moment meant to her and how much he now meant to her. He felt her indescribable pleasure as he continued the leisurely thrust of his hips. Knowing exactly how she felt, knowing what felt best for her, was a game changer; he focused on the rotation of his hips until pleasure shot through the bond. Once he'd found the spot that would drive her mad, he was relentless in his pursuit of her orgasm. In a few short minutes of his concentrated attention, she was tumbling over the edge, taking him along in her fall. Experiencing her release through the bond was ecstasy, wave after wave of pleasure rolled through his body as he continued to fuck her through her climax until her body started to come down from the high.

Blaise was surprised to feel her undulating beneath him. With his cock still buried inside her, he felt every roll of her hips tenfold, especially when the waves of her pleasure passed through the bond. Her lips placed light kisses along his neck and over the raised skin of his gland, eliciting a growl of possessiveness to rumble from his chest at the thought of his omega claiming him, his every thought available to her, the experience of their shared pleasure a fantasy he couldn't wait to live out.

Finally, her teeth clamped down, puncturing the thin layer of skin. There was a momentary pinch of pain before pleasure like he'd never known coursed through him. If someone had told him that his soul had been living outside of his body for the duration of his life thus far, he would believe them. Having a fully bonded mate was…light; it was magic to its very core. His soul sang throughout his very being as his thoughts intertwined with his mate's. Emotions danced back and forth between them as they lived through this life-altering experience together.

The only way Blaise could think to express the monumental feelings racing through their minds was to focus their energy on something else. With renewed energy he snapped his hips, setting a feverish pace as he fucked his omega into the leather, slick with their sweat. Her thighs wrapped around his hips, and her ankles locked over his back, providing a deeper angle as she clung to him.

"This is fucking amazing. Merlin, please don't stop. I want to feel what you feel when you come for me," Ginny urged as she brought her heels to his backside and dug into the taut muscle of his arse.

"Do you want my knot, Love? Should I fill you up until you're positively dripping with my seed?"

"Gods, yes! I want to feel it, alpha. Give me everything."

Blaise pumped faster, their hearts racing as they met each other thrust for thrust until they were both crying out in their release, his knot locking them in place as he experienced the most intense orgasm of his life. Lasting longer than he thought possible as he continued to fill her womb, her greedy walls clenching around him, taking everything he offered.

Finally, it ended. Blaise rolled to his back, pulling his omega on top of him, trying to position her so that she would stay close while they were locked together. "My omega," he said while blindly tracing the mark on her neck that would form a crescent-shaped scar.

Her fingers came to his neck, tracing the mark she'd left for him. "My alpha," she sighed heavily before her breathing evened out, and she drifted off to sleep, Blaise following shortly after.