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“Draco.” She’s sweating, her thin pyjamas sticking to her skin. A feverish heat had settled over her body overnight. Her skin is damp from sweat; thighs slick with arousal.
Her mate’s beside her, rubbing his hand across her overheated skin. “I’m here, Hermione.”
“Please.” She’s panting; she can taste his scent in the air. Mint. Parchment. Home.
Draco peels her tank top off her and tosses it behind him. Her nipples pebble as they’re exposed, both to him and the sudden rush of cool air. Hermione bites her lip, trying to distract herself from the painful, empty ache of her core.
Her mate does so love to tease her though. He leans in, dragging his nose along the column of her throat, inhaling her scent deeply. He brushes over her scent gland and she hisses, angling her head, silently begging him to take her already.
Moving downward, Draco sucks her nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth before moving to her other breast and repeating the action.
Hermione is writhing beneath him, shifting her hips, searching for the hard length beneath his briefs.
Draco chuckles, deep and low in his throat. He glances up at her as he hovers over her stomach, his silver eyes glinting in the moonlight of their bedroom. She bites her lip, her brows tugging inward. With every passing second she’s growing mindless; desperation flooding her veins. She needs him so badly.
Finally, he drags her sleep shorts down over her thighs, peeling them from her slick-drenched skin. Like her top, he tosses them behind himself and she’s left bare to him. Hermione spreads her thighs and Draco stares at her centre like a man starved.
Leaning in, he drags his tongue against her core, tasting her just barely, only enough to drive her mad. Hermione bucks her hips as a low moan fills the room—she can’t even tell anymore if the noise came from him or from her.
Pressing a kiss to her clit, Draco looks up at her wickedly. “Happy birthday, Hermione.” And then he devours her.
Hermione screams as he sucks her clit into his mouth and pushes two fingers into her sodden hole. Her pussy is noisy as he fucks his fingers into her, curling them against her front wall, moving her faster and faster toward a tidal wave of an orgasm.
His tongue works magic on her clit, alternating between delicate licks and deliriously good sucks on the bud.
“Come on, baby. Come all over my tongue.”
Her toes curl, and her hand fists into Draco’s hair as her hips gyrate against his mouth. She barely manages to keep her eyes open but fights her heavy lids, wanting to see him when she comes, craving their connection, the intimacy that’s never experienced before him.
Hermione screams when she crests, riding out her orgasm against his magic tongue while he licks her clean. She drags her wrists against him, anywhere she can reach, using his pheromones to soothe her scent glands.
Draco sits up, lips glistening from her spend. Kneeling, he pushes down his boxer briefs and frees his cock. She watches, enraptured, as he encircles his erection with his hand and pumps his palm over himself.
“Alpha—” She shakes her head. “Draco. Please. I need you.”
Lining himself up, he notches the head of his cock at her entrance and pushes inside. A symphony of their pleasure fills the room, and toe-curling bliss skates across her nerves. His cock stretches her, fills her, and it takes all her power to fight off her Omega, to stay in control.
Just this once, she fights to stay present. After this she’ll turn her brain off, trust her mate, give him her body entirely, but for this first time, she wants to stay here with him.
Once he’s seated to the root, he leans in and kisses her. His tongue is lazy yet practised as it tangles with hers. She whimpers into his mouth, holding him close, tasting the mint and lust and love that is her mate, Draco Malfoy.
“Bite me,” she whispers as she breaks the kiss.
“We should wait—”
She shakes her head. “I don’t want to wait. Alph—Draco. I want to be here with you. I want to feel all of you. I want this. Bite me. Please, please bite me.”
He grins at her, grey eyes shining as he rocks his hips slowly into her. Hermione bares her neck to him, tilting her head to one side. He starts by peppering kisses along her jaw, then trailing his lips and tongue down her neck. He teases her, licking her scent gland lightly.
Hermione moans and angles her head harder, pushing her throat up toward him and against his lips.
He sucks on the sensitive area, leaving a different kind of bruise, she’s sure. Finally, his teeth scrape her skin and a tingle of mind-numbing euphoria shoots down her spine.
Please please please please please, she chants in her mind.
Her entire body both relaxes and explodes with sensation, with pleasure, with fireworks, with love as her mate finally bites her, marking her, for the rest of their lives.