the_debt_of_time

She brought her hand up to her mouth and nervously chewed on the edge of her
thumbnail. After several moments of anxious silence, she made eye contact with him,
looking determined. "Mark me."
His eyes widened at the words, the volume of his voice drowning out the sound of
the howling wolf in his mind. "What?! No! Absolutely not!"
She stepped closer to him as though she knew how weak he was at the moment—
knew that the full moon was tomorrow, and he was weak. Weak because she was offering
him everything, right there on a silver platter. She had no idea that the simple words made
him harden instantly, his body aching, the need to bury himself inside of her stronger than
it had ever been before.
"Mark me," she whispered against his lips, not yet kissing him.
Remus held his breath to avoid her scent, knowing it would send him over the edge,
and he would lose himself entirely to the wolf.
"Bring me into your Pack."
He shook his head desperately. "It'll put you in danger. It's practically marriage."
"Then marry me!"
He shut his eyes tightly; even looking at her was painful. "Dora, you don't know...
you don't know what you're saying."
He should have expected it when she had first said that she refused to let him break
up with her. She was certainly a Black witch, kissing him at his weakest with his eyes closed,
unprepared for the assault. Her lips crushed against his, and before he had a chance to even
think about what he was doing, his fingers were buried in her pink hair as he thrust his
tongue into her mouth, tasting the sweetness of her. She tasted like sugar and magic and
sunshine and life, and when she moaned, the sound went straight to his cock which was
already painfully throbbing.
He had always worried about hurting her, about losing control with her, but instead,
it was Dora taking charge as she shoved him against the brick wall, jumping into his arms
and latching her thighs around his hips. He was drunk on the feel of her touching him,
tempting him into submission. Moony did not appreciate being submissive. Suddenly,
overpowered by the wolf, Remus's hands were gripped tightly on her arse, pulling her hard
against him. He rutted his erection against her like a bloody teenager—like a wild animal—
trying to take control of the situation.