the_debt_of_time

She briefly thought back to the many other times they made love where Remus
would hover his mouth and teeth against her hips—the traditional marking place for a
mate—and how, when he would pull away, she felt disappointed, though she knew he was
not hers to keep—not like that. She was not his mate, but this... the feel of his teeth against
the skin of her shoulder made her shake with anticipation. She was not his mate, but
she was his. They all were. Pack. A pack with an unsealed bond.
"Do you want to... ?" Mia whispered. "Do you want to mark me?" she asked,
practically begged, staring at him with yearning.
Distracted by the sound of her voice, Remus turned and stared deep into her eyes,
the gold quickly fading as he took control of Moony and the situation. He shook his head
and swallowed hard.
Mia frowned, knowing that he would soon be scolding himself for
even considering biting her, regardless of the purpose or her permission. Before he had a
chance to ruin the moment, she angled her hips forward. Remus growled at the sensation
and reached a hand beneath her skirt, his eyes rolling back as his fingers came in contact
with damp knickers. He dipped two long fingers inside of her, curling them and beckoning
her forward.
Unable to bring himself to bite her the way she knew his wolf wanted to, Remus
sucked on her pulse point, pulling blood to the surface and leaving behind his own brand
without breaking her skin—still marking her as his.
Mia threw her head back, grinding herself against his hand, pleading for more
friction. Just when she was ready to tip over the edge, he removed his fingers from her
knickers and she brought her attention back to his face, narrowing her eyes and panting in
confusion.
"Wh-What's wrong? Why'd you stop?"
She scarcely heard the sound of a zipper being tugged down before her own gasping
filled her ears as she felt him push his length into her, one hand holding her knickers to
the side, having no time to pause and tear them away. Inch by throbbing inch, Remus
buried himself, groaning when she clenched tightly around his swollen cock, grinning as
her soft flesh melted against his unyielding body.
He thrust hard, pushing her back against the cold brick behind her. Despite still
wearing her blouse, she knew she would have scratch marks on her back to heal later—