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and the little whimpering cries she was making with every lick he gave her provoked the
beast within that wanted nothing more than to devour her.
Her body tensed again, and Remus grinned smugly, never feeling more alive than
in that moment—that is, until he gave one last long, slow lick that sent her over the edge.
Her body thrummed, and her voice cried out, and he sank his teeth into the crevice of her
hip, puncturing through soft skin.
He was drunk on the sound of her moans and instantly addicted. His heart beat
rapidly, urging him on until he found his nose brushing against the tender skin of the
opposite hip where he bit down there as well, sending an unexpected shiver up the witch's
body, shocking her into prolonged pleasure.
When Remus finally pulled away, Dora was gasping for breath, her chest heaving
rapidly and her hair a lovely and familiar shade of sky blue that left him with a conceited
grin on his face.
He leant back down between her thighs and licked her once more, replacing the
taste of blood in his mouth with just the taste of her. She shook at the contact and
whimpered his name with longing. He yearned for her, too.
Crawling back up her body, he kissed her and thrust back inside her at the same
time, capturing her cries and stilling his own at the feeling of tightness that was threatening
to drown him.
With his witch sufficiently satisfied—at least according to her hair colour—Remus
took his own pleasure and pistoned in and out of her, grinning when she was not too
exhausted to participate again by rocking her pelvis up in time to meet his.
Mine! the wolf howled in the back of his mind as he started to come.
"Mine!" Remus shouted aloud, snapping his hips one last time and biting into her
shoulder, marking her as mate and Pack and everything in between, unable to get his fill of
her.
It was an hour later before either could even summon the strength to speak.
"Are you okay?" Remus asked softly, his voice hoarse.
He could feel it: the bond, thrumming around them and in them like a vibrating
string that had permanently sewn them together. He could smell the sweat and arousal and
blood, and still, she smelled like biscuits, and that drowned everything else in the world
out.