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the leverage to thrust up into her. He grinned as he watched her struggle to cling to him,
bouncing on his cock, desperate not to fall off.
"Sirius, please... harder."
He never could deny her what she wanted, especially when she asked so nicely.
When he took her in his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist to angle him
deeper inside of her, Mia cried out loudly and dug her nails into the skin of his back. Sirius
growled at the pain, shivering as her scratches sent chills down his spine. Her muscles
squeezed him as he pressed a hand between their tightly-joined bodies to rub at her swollen
clit.
When he felt her reaching her peak, Sirius bit down on her neck, just above the
Pack Mark as though to remind her that even though Remus marked her once, Sirius would
be claiming her for the rest of their lives—as often as their bodies would allow him to.
Mia cried out as she came, tugging on his hair and whimpering as he pulsed inside
of her, groaning out his own release against her throat.
Catching his breath, he fell back against the mattress with a satisfied smile as he ran
lazy fingers up and down her bare back.
When he woke again later that morning, every muscle in his body ached in that
delicious way that reminded him he was alive and, despite being nineteen years older than
the witch, he was still young enough to shag her into delirious exhaustion. Then again,
considering how cold her side of the bed felt against the back of his hand, Mia had
apparently been up for hours.
After a quick shower and throwing on a pair of jeans, Sirius made his way down the
stairs, heading for the kitchen to replenish all the energy he had lost early that morning. He
grinned brightly at the sight of food already on the table and walked up, kissing his godson
on the top of the head in greeting as Harry drank coffee while reading the morning paper.
"As much as I appreciate breakfast every morning," Sirius said as he poured himself
a cup, "I want to make sure you are completely aware that you don't have to cook for us
all, Harry."
Harry waved off his worries. "I actually like it. Didn't used to when I was younger.
But now that it's a choice and I'm cooking for people I actually love, it's... it's nice," he
said with a thoughtful smile.