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The sound of Hermione’s heels clicking against the floor of the black marble corridor was drowned out by the sound of skin smacking together. She had received the notification, on the rose gold watch that adorned her wrist, that her husband had returned home while she was away, and he wasn’t alone. Anger boiled under her skin as she watched him lure the mystery person from the front door. His large hands, only meant for her, touched the persons back, dipping lower and lower and the shadows obstructed where they finally landed from view.
She had been at a very important fundraising gala, meant to honor her and her family for what they had done around their community. She couldn’t just get up and leave, it would reflect badly on the family, but she promised herself that when she got home, oh, she was going to give her husband a piece of her mind. It didn’t matter he was the head of the most feared mafia family in Worchesture, Michigan, or that he was a werewolf, she hadn’t trained under him for years, before becoming his wife, to let him walk all over her.
She had ripped a slit in her dress the moment she stepped out of the limousine that delivered her back home, to make her angry wife stomps easier, louder. The pearlescent painted, double doors came into view and the slapping grew louder. She stood in front of the doors, one long leg on full display, her face scrunched in vexation, and she placed her hands, with each finger being adorned by a golden ring, on the brass handles of the imported doors. With an exaggerated flourish, she pushed the doors open.
The room was dark with only the moonlight, that filtered in through the glass sloped ceiling, lighting the occupants in the center of the room. Her husband’s large, broad back was slumped forward, his head hung down, and his hands had been in front of him. When he heard the doors slam against the walls, announcing her entrance, he turned his head slightly, casting one white-gold eye towards her. “Wife,” he sighed the title he liked to call her.
“Husband,” she groaned and watched as he rolled his shoulders back and brought his head high. A hand, covered in the bright red blood of the person in front of him, ran through his bright blonde hair that trailed down his scalp and neck.
He turned fully and smiled widely at her, revealing his canine teeth as he was half transformed. His features remained mostly human, while his eyes, teeth, reflexes and senses were heightened and enhanced from his werewolf form. His white-gold eyes flicked over her exposed leg and up the gold sheen of her satin dress ‘til they landed on her face. Her perfectly arched eyebrow was quirked, becoming hidden in the curls that framed her face, and her honey brown eyes held a fire in them that made him flinch. “How was the gala?”
Hermione moved then, her heels smacking the floor as she closed the distance between her and her husband and the person he was attempting to hide with his large body and questions. She rounded him and gasped, “I knew it!” She jerked her head to the side to look at her husband, “you can’t just go beating up any man that looks at me Draco.”
He turned to face the man he had tied to a chair and shrugged, “can’t I though?” He wiped the back of his hand down his black vested chest. “And I would argue he did more than just talk to you, little wife,” he turned his soft eyes from her to glare at the bloodied man, “according to your bodyguard, Harry, he also smacked your ass.”
Hermione shook her head and placed a hand on his elbow, “you know Harry’s just likes to rile you up. If I had a bodyguard with me, how would someone get close enough to slap my ass?”
Draco flicked his eyes over the swollen, bloodied face of the tied up man, “you have a point.” He sighed, the sound heavy but not sorry for what he had done, “maybe I went a little overboard. I had a few drinks and the wolf inside went feral when Harry pointed this guy out at the bar.”
“The bar?” She turned her body towards him and crossed her arms over her chest, “you said you had an important meeting tonight and that is why you couldn’t attend the gala.” She tapped her shoe against the floor. “You remember that gala? The one hosted because of all the money you threw at the towns council as hush money and they had to throw a celebratory event to explain where the sizable ‘donation’ came from.”
Draco titled his head back, scratching the stubble that lined his jaw, and looked up at the ceiling. His eyes flicked over the waning gibbous moon, searching it for answers, “I may remember the gala you are referencing.”
Hermione groaned, “I can’t believe you lied to me!” She pressed her hands against his shoulder, shoving him. He moved, but only to take a step to the side as a smirk pulled on his lips.
He was always amused by his wife’s efforts to bully him. His hand grasped her elbow and slid down her arm, his fingers soft against her exposed skin, leaving behind trails of blood, ‘til he was holding her hands in his. He raised it to his lips and pressed a tender kiss to the palm of her hand, “my love,” he flashed his eyes to her, “I did have an important meeting. It just so happened to take place in a bar.”
“Oh really?” She balled her other hand and placed it on her hip, “and tell me, husband, what was this meeting about?”
“The troubled youth of our werewolf community.” The words flew from his mouth as he kissed a trail down to her wrist, “they have nowhere to gather and let loose.” Her fingers dragged across the stubble of his cheek, eliciting a deep growl from him.
“And did you figure out a solution to that problem?” Hermione was quickly losing grip on her resolve to stay upset with him as his lips traveled down her arm, over the blood trails.
“We did,” his eyes flicked to the man on the chair, “Theo here owns quite a bit of property that he is willing to offer to us, with a small fee, of course, we aren’t animals.”
Theo rolled his head back and glared at Draco and Hermione with the one eye that wasn’t swollen shut, “you fucking monsters didn’t give me much of a choice in the matter.” He spat a ball of blood and saliva out and it landed on Hermione’s exposed leg.
She looked down at it as it dripped down her pale skin, “well, Theo, I was going to let this go, let bygones be bygones and all that, but the one thing I hate more than lying husbands,” she slid her eyes to Draco before looking back to Theo, “is spit.”
Draco chuckled and stepped away from her, dropping her hand. Theo’s eye darted between the married couple, “what…what are you going to do?”
“How much was the small fee, darling?” Hermione asked as she slid the rings from her fingers.
“Two hundred thousand.” He crossed his arms over his large chest and when Hermione held her rings out to him he stuck his hand out for them to drop into.
“I think we could get that down to one hundred thousand, don’t you think so Theo?” She smiled sweetly at the bloodied man.
“One hundred thousand?” He gasped, “are you out of you goddamn mind? That property is worth one mil at least.”
Hermione stepped forward, knocking his legs apart with her knees, and slid her slender fingers down his beaten face. He flinched and she smiled sweetly at him, “oh Theo, if you keep arguing its going to be ninety-thousand.”
He whimpered at the soft touch of her fingers, and nodded, “one hundred thousand sounds perfect.” His bottom lip quivered.
“Oh,” she dropped her hand in surprise, “I wasn’t expecting you to give up that easy.”
“He is quite the push over.” Draco mused and slipped her rings into a pocket. “I was just punching him for fun towards the end there.”
“Please,” Theo whimpered, “I’ll settle for one hundred, just no more punching.”
Hermione inhaled a sharp breath and chuckled, “that does sound like a good offer.” She brought her hand into the air above her, balling it into a fist, and swung it down, hard and fast, punching her knuckles against his cheek. Blood splattered, from his parted lips, across her face and shoulders. She shook her hand out and took a step back.
Draco laughed, the sound loud and booming in the empty room, and he wrapped his arms around her waist. His lips pressed against the juncture of her neck, kissing her loudly. “Amazing job love, you still got it in you.”
She turned in his arms, her smile reflecting his, “of course I do. I didn’t go through wife training for five years, to just forget it the moment you put a ring on my finger.” She pushed him softly and stepped back, falling into Theo’s lap, “though, I do have a concern husband.”
His tongue ran over his lips, collecting the blood that had transferred from her neck, “and what is that, little wife?”
Hermione crossed her legs and Theo groaned from her weight on his beaten body. “He called you, us really, a monster.” She clicked her tongue, “I’m afraid that that language just wont be acceptable around the young werewolves.”
Theo tried to ease the pain in his legs by adjusting, but Hermione dug the sharp heel of her shoe into his toes. He lurched in the chair, jostling her, and screamed.
“Stop moving.” She looked over her shoulder at him. “You wanted a piece of this ass, now you are getting it. Be grateful.”
A low growl emitted from Draco’s throat and the knuckles on his hands cracked as he balled them into large fist. “So he did touch you.”
Hermione shrugged, “if I remember correctly, the first time you and I met, you smacked my ass as well.”
“You weren’t married to anyone.” His jaw clenched, grinding his teeth together, and a vein popped against the stubbled skin.
“You are getting off topic.”
He growled again and looked at Theo’s face over Hermione’s shoulder, “so we kill him.”
“What?” He gasped and rolled his sore head forward. Blood dripped onto Hermione’s shoulder and he grimaced, “you can have the property for fifty thousand! Please don’t kill me.”
Hermione groaned and slid a hand up her chest, between her breasts, and to her shoulder where the blood had dripped to. “I do love beggars.” She slid the ruby red liquid over her lips and smiled at Draco, “fifty thousand sounds doable.”
“You sound doable.” Draco growled and he lowered himself to the floor to kneel in front of her. His fingers wrapped around her ankle and he kissed the inside of it just above a gold bracelet that he had given her as a one year wedding anniversary gift. It hadn’t been removed, couldn’t be, as it was soldered on. “I’d bet my entire vault that every man at that gala tonight wanted to fuck you.”
“I did see a few lingering glances.” She lifted the toe of her shoe and ran it along the sharp edge of his jawline. “Maybe a few wandering hands as well.”
Draco groaned, “don’t say that, little wife,” his eyes glowed gold, “I can’t kill every council member tonight.”
Hermione shrugged, then hummed, “hmm, maybe not, but I have had my eye on one.”
“Are you two really talking about murdering someone in front of me?” Theo tried adjusting himself again.
“Forty thousand if you move again.” She jabbed her elbow into his stomach making him groan.
“Tell me, who have you had your eye on.” Draco ignored Theo and began to move up her leg, leaving behind wet kisses.
“Ferguson.” She whispered the name when their eyes met. He growled and closed his eyes, “you know what he said to me tonight?”
“Tell me,” he begged and lifted her leg over his shoulder, kissing the side of her knee before sliding his hand down to grip her thigh.
“He was glad you weren’t there, and that he left the mrs at home, so he could stare at me the entire night and have wild fantasies of me on my knees for him.”
Draco’s hand tightened on her thigh, gripping so hard bruises were surely to form. “I’ll have his head on a platter in time for breakfast tomorrow.”
Hermione moaned softly as she watched him spread her other leg wide, draping it over Theo’s knee, “don’t do that, the children would see it.”
Draco didn’t respond, his eyes were frozen, staring at her glistening core, “you aren’t wearing anything.”
“Course not,” she adjusted her hips on Theo’s legs, “this dress would show the lines.”
“I knew your scent was stronger than normal.” He inhaled through his nose, closing his eyes to savor the scent. “Theo, I wish you could smell this.”
“I wish I could breathe.” The man tried to inhale but his broken nose prevented him from doing so.
“Draco,” Hermione sighed and rested her head back against Theo’s shoulder, “don’t tease him.”
He chuckled, and opened his eyes, “it’s just so fun.” He narrowed his darkened eyes at her, “you seem comfortable.”
“I am, thank you.” She smiled at him but it turned into a smirk. “Please, darling, do continue.”
Peeling his eyes away from her face, Draco rolled them, then flicked them back down to her inviting cunt. He moved forward, with a harsh hiss, and covered her cunt with his lips. Her hips bucked forward pressing her sensitive core against his sharp teeth. Her hand, which had been resting on the arm rest, shot up and wrapped around Theo’s neck. Her fingers gripped his blood and sweat soaked hair and held on to him.
Draco’ tongue slid down her cunt, pressing to her entrance, and the arousal that leaked from the hole coated his chin, lips and nose. His breathes were loud as he inhaled her scent and swallowed her arousal. His other hand had moved to grip her other thigh, pushing it higher on Theo’s leg, ‘til both of her legs were spread wide and resting over the chair’s arms.
He devoured her.
His lips moved with a practiced fluidity around her clit, sucking it in and rolling it over his tongue before biting on it with his sharp teeth. Blood pooled in his mouth and Draco struggled to keep the werewolf at bay while he enjoyed his wife’s cunt. His eyes had remained bright gold from the moment he had started punching Theo, but now they were more white gold, a sign both halves of him were struggling for dominance.
Hermione’s breathy moans echoed in the room, causing Draco’s mind to turn to jelly. The sound bounced around him and finally sank to his aching balls. He growled, the sound vibrating his lips that were wrapped around her clit still, and her other hand flung down to grip his hair. She kept his face against her cunt with her strong fingers, and he was more than happy to oblige to her demand.
He slid his hand down the expanse of her leg and when his fingers met her wet folds, she ground her hips against his face. “Yes, darling, I need your fingers inside of me.” Her head rolled against Theo’s shoulder and she smirked, “seems like someone is enjoying the show.”
Draco pressed his fingers to her entrance, and his eyes flicked over her mound, up her body and landed on Theo’s one open eye. He growled and pulled away from her cunt, “is he now?”
“Shh,” Hermione pressed him back against her cunt, “he deserves at least that, after everything he’s been through.” She sighed and rolled her head to look at Theo, “isn’t that right?”
The man didn’t say anything, but his eyes moved from Draco’s to the two, hard pebbles her nipples formed under her dress.
“I see the beating was warranted.” Draco mumbled against Hermione’s cunt as he returned his attention to it. His fingers pressed inside her, sliding through her warm walls ‘til he was knuckle deep. He swirled his thumb over her clit, as his lips pressed kisses to the juncture where her thigh met her cunt, and he hooked his fingers inside of her. Hermione moaned, closing her eyes, and he started to thrust his fingers in and out of her.
The sounds of their sexual act on top of the man Draco beat, were loud and lewd. It was even more so for him, with his heightened hearing and with how close he was to the source of the sound. He groaned, the ache from his cock pressing against his tight pants reminded him of the need to mount his wife and claim her. He would only do so after she had came all over his face though, a promise he had made to himself when they had first started courting.
“That feels so fucking good, Draco.” She breathed and the motion of her chest drew both men’s attention to the way the fabric dragged across her breasts. “But I know you can go faster.”
“I was being polite love.” He murmured.
“Don’t be.” She breathed.
And Draco increased his speed, ramming his fingers into her and his knuckles kissed the edges of her quivering ass hole. With each thrust, her ass pressed against the hard cock of Theo and he groaned, “please, for the love of anything, could you do this somewhere else?”
“Forty thousand it is,” Hermione sighed and shook her head, “I really thought you wanted the money Theo.”
“So give me the money and let me leave.” He whimpered.
“Are you not enjoying yourself?” She moaned into his ear.
“I’m to scared to even answer that question.”
“If it wasn’t an immediate no, then it’s a yes.” She smiled and flicked her eyes to Draco, “hear that love? He is enjoying you eating my cunt on top of him.”
“I can tell.” Draco growled when his wrist hit against Theo’s cock. “I already took note to cut his cock off when I’m done.”
“What?” Theo jerked and Hermione moaned when Draco’s teeth grazed against her already battered clit. “No, please, anything but that.”
Draco chuckled, “you want to fuck my wife, Theo, I smelled it on you the moment she touched you and I can smell it now.” He kissed Hermione’s clit and sucked it in between his lips when he felt her cunt squeezing around his fingers with her building orgasm, “that’s it baby, cum on my fingers.”
Hermione arched her back, pressing her butt further against Theo’s cock, making him groan. “Don’t stop!” Her voice yelled to the ceiling, “not yet!” Her orgasm crashed into her, tightening her muscles, making her go rigid. Then as Draco slowed his movements, she fell back against Theo, gulping in heavy breaths. Her heart hammered in her chest and in her ears, and she was salivating at the feeling of her husband licking the cum that dripped from her cunt.
She pushed Draco to the floor; her heeled foot pressed against his chest, keeping him there. “So, Theo, shall we shake on forty thousand and your freedom?” She looked over her shoulder at him.
He swallowed, his eye raked down her slightly sweaty body to where her foot pressed into Draco. “I guess I know who the real head of the family is now.” He mumbled, “yes, lets shake, I’m light headed from the amount of blood I’ve lost tonight and need a hospital.”
“Well, if you hadn’t let it flow to your cock, maybe you wouldn’t be light headed.” She stood, lowering her feet in between Draco’s spread legs and spun to face Theo. “Though, now that I’m thinking about it, Theo,” she smiled sweetly at him and he groaned, “we did just give you quite the performance, with audience participation,” she wiggled her hand in front of her, “sort of.” She leaned over and pressed her hands into his shoulders. His head fell back and his eye glared at her, “most, if not all, men would pay thousands to be you right now.”
She ran a finger over his swollen face, dipping into the curves and collecting his pooled, drying blood. “So, what do you say to thirty thousand?”
“If I agree, will you let me go?”
“Depends.”
“On?”
“Do you want to watch the real show or leave?”
Theo glanced down at Draco who was slowly removing his vest and blood splattered, white button up. “Is there audience participation in the main show?” He returned his gaze to Hermione’s face.
She chuckled, softly, and stood back up, “you get to watch, maybe suggest, but you will stay tied to that chair.”
Draco stood, his hands gliding over Hermione’s long legs, then her hips, and along the sides of her rib, ‘til he was circling them around her shoulders and pushing the thin straps of her dress down. “You wouldn’t be leaving this room alive if you participated, Theo.”
“Do you do this to all your victims?” He scoffed, but his eye followed the gold dress as it slid down to reveal her naked body to him.
“You think you are a victim?” Hermione hummed.
“What else would I be?” His eye flicked down to his battered body then back to her.
“A target, darling.” She purred. The blood she had spread across her lips became moist again as she licked her lips and it glistened in the moonlight. “You should know by now, the heads of a family don’t just causally visit clubs on a Thursday night.”
His eye widened and he flicked it between her face and Draco’s. “Are you telling me you knew I would slap your ass that night?”
She nodded, “I tend to have that affect on men.” She shrugged her left shoulder, “that’s why I’m not allowed out most of the time.”
Draco lowered his hands to her hips and brought her flush against his chest, “if it wasn’t socially unacceptable, I’d have you chained to the bed, little wife.”
Hermione sighed and laid her head over his beating heart, “and I’d let you.” She flicked her eyes to look into his, “but children need their mothers, and I don’t trust Harry nor Blaise to parent them.”
He growled, “I would never let someone else parent our pups.” He nuzzled his nose against her neck where tiny, silver scars sat glowing against her skin.
“Fucking hell,” Theo groaned, adjusting his hips in the chair, “just get on with it. Put on a show, fuck your wife, and you can have the property.”
Hermione smiled, biting her bottom lip, “you are such a good negotiator.” She glanced down at him, “maybe we should keep you, the role has been vacant for some time.”
“Because you killed the last one.” Draco murmured against her cheek.
“Oh yes, that is right.” She giggled, “don’t disappoint me like he did, Theo.”
He shrugged, “it depends on how good of a show you put on.”
Draco’s white-gold eyes flicked to the man. “Watch it,” his hand wrapped around Hermione’s neck, “you’re trending on thin ice.”
“Now, now, Draco, we can let him make demands. I did say he could make suggestions.” She ran her hand down the length of his arm and gripped the hook of his elbow.
“Fine,” he grumbled, “but he only gets four more ‘suggestions’.”
“Fine.” Theo copied his tone.
“Wonderful.” Hermione turned in Draco’ grip and carded her hand through his hair to grip the hair at the back of his neck. She brought him down and crashed their lips together. She groaned when he shoved his tongue into her mouth and the taste of her cunt swirled across her tongue.
Draco dipped his hands down her back, and pressed his fingers into the soft muscles above her butt, pressing harder in the two dimples that rested on either side of her spine. The pressure brought her closer to him, their chest meeting in a sweaty embrace, and the hair on his chest scratched against her hard nipples.
“I can’t wait any longer.” She moaned breaking away from the kiss. “I’ve been thinking about this since I saw you bring him home.”
“I knew you were spying on me.” He chuckled, the sound rumbled in his chest and into hers.
“You are the one who gave me access to all the cameras and a watch that conveniently alerts me to any movement.” She ran her other hand down his chest and swirled the hair over his heart with her finger. “So, love, where shall we do it. I’m surprised you picked a room without a bed.”
Draco smirked at her and turned his body to face the door. He pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and whistled, the sound echoed in the room, and Theo winced from it. Two figures appeared in the doorway of the two doors that had been left open. Their hands were gripping the edges of the leg rest of a bondage pommel horse. As they shuffled into the room, the metal rings and buckles clanked together.
They stopped next to the hugging couple and Hermione gasped, “oh Theo, you are getting an amazing show tonight.”
“I’m overjoyed.” His voice was flat and he looked bored.
“Trust me, you will be.” She smirked and removed herself from Draco. Her hand glided over the black leather of the bench and she looked back at Draco, “how would you like me, husband?” She stepped back to his chest, running her hands up his hairy chest.
“On your back, little wife.” He smirked when her eyes darkened. “I want those pretty little eyes of yours staring at Theo while your cunt is quivering around my cock.”
“Oh?” She turned back to the pommel horse and, with ease, jumped onto the bench. She swung one leg over and pressed her heels into the leather of the leg rest and waited for Draco to fasten the buckle around her ankles. “You want me staring at another man while I cum.”
His eyes flicked to Theo then back to Hermione, “on second thought,” he reached to a back pocket of his pants and pulled a satin sash from it. “I don’t think you should look at anything.”
Hermione smiled and slid her eyes closed, “such a tease.”
Draco’s hot breath rolled across her face as he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, “only for you.” He brought the sash to her face and wrapped it around her eyes, then tied it against the back of her head. “What do you want your safe word to be?”
“Free.” She moaned as Draco guided her down the length of the pommel horse. His hands moved in expert speed securing her hands and ankles to the the sides of the horse.
“Enjoy the show, Theo, it will be the only one you see.” Draco didn’t hide the way he hated showing his wife off to another man, but he had to agree with her, it was effective in getting what they wanted.
He leaned over and pressed a kiss to one of Hermione’s knees. His hands wrapped around it, fingers overlapping, and he relished in the noise she made. He stood and closed his eyes, letting the beast inside take over completely. When he opened his eyes, his head was pointed to the ceiling, and the moon washed over him. His bright, golden eyes glittered in the light and he took a few moments to let the smell of Hermione’s arousal wash over him.
“You are ready for me.” His voice was deep and his statement caused her to jump.
“I am.” She breathed. “I need you to touch me.”
“I know what you need, little mate.” He lowered his head and raked his eyes down her body. The human Draco had left her on display for him and it made him feral. He wanted to mount her small body and claim her as he had done many times before. But the rustling of someone else in the room alerted him to their presence. His eyes flicked to the battered man, and he growled, “why is there a man tied to a chair?” His eyes dropped, “and why is your arousal soaking his pants?”
Hermione squealed when Draco placed a hand on her stomach, then she sighed, “if you two would just communicate,” she shook her head, “Theo meet Wolf Draco, Wolf Draco, Theo. He was tonight’s target and audience.”
Draco growled as he glared at Theo, “playing show conductor again?”
“It gets me results.” She wiggled her hips, “now we have a property for our pups, and the pups of our pack.”
Draco looked down at his bound mate, “do we now?”
She nodded, “now, I think I deserve a reward.”
“By the smell, and look of Theo’s pants, it seems like you’ve already been rewarded.” He slid his hand down her stomach and when he got to her clit he spread her folds with two fingers.
Hermione arched her back, bowing her body, and moaned, “then you need to be rewarded.”
“That I do.” He growled the last word and removed his hand from her. The buckle of his belt clattered to the floor as he whipped it from his pants. He undid the button and zipper of his pants and the cotton fabric bundled together atop his shoes as he pushed them down. He removed the snake skin shoes and pushed the pants off in fluid movements, kicking them to the side and out of the way.
He stepped up to the pommel horse and to his mate’s waiting cunt, and grabbed her hips to pull her to the edge. He lined his cock up to her entrance, pulling his foreskin back and running the head of it through her arousal. He groaned when he looped around her clit and it made her hips buck forward. “how do you want it tonight, mate? Hard and fast, or slow and torturous?”
“Slow and torturous.” Theo answered for her, “make her beg for release.”
Draco’s eyes snapped to the man, “you do not answer for her.”
“He’s allowed four suggestions.” Hermione wiggled four of her fingers, jingling the buckle of the strap around her wrist. “That would count as two.”
“I don’t like your games.” Draco growled and ran his cock up to circle around her clit again.
“You don’t have to, as long as I get what I want.” She smirked.
“Do I not provide sufficiently for you?” He dipped the head of his cock down and pressed against her entrance but didn’t go in.
“You do.” She moaned.
“But?”
“But Theo has a nice family property,” she paused and giggled softly, “had, he had a nice family property.”
Draco looked over at Theo who rolled his eye. “Will you let me fill your womb with another pup for this ‘nice family property’?”
“Depends.” She hummed.
“On?” He asked and looked down at her cunt as he slid his cock back up to her clit.
“I want to be pregnant the same time as Ginny.”
“I’ll tell Harry to get to fucking then.”
“I’m sure they would appreciate some time off to go on a romantic getaway.” She mused.
Draco rolled his eyes, “are you trying to trick me into giving your body guard and best friend vacation time to fuck?”
“I would never!” She gasped, “but since you brought it up, that sounds like a wonderful idea. I’ll let Ginny know.”
He had heard enough, he slid his cock back down to her entrance and rammed it inside of her. Hermione’s back arched off the pommel horse, her breasts bouncing from the force, and she moaned when the tip of his cock hit the back of her cunt.
“Slow and torturous.” Theo reminded him.
Draco growled and turned his glowering eyes to him, “silence.”
Theo swallowed a lump in his throat but kept his chin high.
Draco turned back to his mate, “I want to kill him.”
“Don’t, love,” she lowered herself back to the horse, “he’s replacing, oh, what was his name?”
“Cormac.”
“Yes, Cormac, the betraying fool.”
Draco slid his hand over the hip he was gripping and up her stomach. His touch was soft, and it caused little goosebumps to bloom all over her body. “Promise me this will be the last time.”
“You don’t like being watched?” Her voice was low, almost a whisper.
“Trust me, I’m not watching you.” Theo scoffed.
“I don’t like you being watched.” He ignored the man. “You belong to me. My hands, my eyes, my cock, should be the only thing that watches or touches you.”
“Yes, my love.” She sighed, “I promise.” Though there was a glint of mischief in her eyes, only visible by the moon light that washed over, that Draco couldn't place.
“Good,” he grasped one of her breasts in his hand and lowered his lips to the pebbled nipple. “Now enjoy the torture.”
Hermione groaned when his lips wrapped around her nipple, sucking it harder than he had her clit. An aching beat drummed behind her clit and she felt the walls of her cunt flutter around the cock that rested inside of her. She wanted more, needed more than just this. She pressed into her heels and ground her hips down his cock, moaning when her clit rubbed against the hair of his pubis mound.
His fingers gripped her hips and pressed her against the horse, holding her down. “Don’t be greedy, this is my reward.”
Hermione wanted to roll her eyes, but if he wasn’t going to see it, it was pointless. So she huffed out a sigh. Maybe giving Theo the option to suggest things that happened to her wasn’t the power move she thought it was. Draco returned to her nipple and ran his tongue around it. His breaths were cold against the trail of saliva he left behind, causing the skin to stretch painfully. His teeth poked into the sides, when he surrounded her nipple with his lips again and she was hissing from the pain, but also arching to press her nipple further into his mouth.
He always knew how to please her, knew what she liked. His fingers running over the bruises that were forming on her hip from his grip, were like velvet. His touch made her feel like the precious gold that he had stored in his personal vault. The soft metal would bend and fold from the pressure of his touch, much like she did.
She moaned when his other hand moved to her other breast and his fingers pinched her hard nipple. “Such a good little mate, aren’t you, moaning from just your nipples being touched.”
She nodded, her curls bouncing at the sides of the horse, “you make me feel like gold.”
“You are gold love.” He murmured.
His cock flinched inside of her and she groaned, “lose control Draco, I’ll beg, I promise.”
“You already are begging, mate.” He glanced up at her.
“I’ll beg more.” Her words were mere breaths as he sucked harder on her nipple, “please move.”
“How would you like me to move?”
“Draco…” she groaned again.
“Tell me, little mate, how can I make you feel good?”
“I thought you knew what I needed.”
“I do, but I like it when you tell me what to do.”
“I want your cock pumping in and out of me, your thumb on my clit, swirling around it, and your lips kissing mine.” She whined.
“And how does the audience feel about these requests?” Draco flicked his eyes over to Theo.
“No complaints here.” He shrugged, “though,” he paused when Hermione groaned, “not to much kissing, I’d like to be able to hear her moans.”
“That’s four.” Hermione smiled, “one more request Theo, use it wisely.”
“Oh, I will.”
“Not sure I like the tone of his voice.” Draco moved up her chest to her neck, leaving behind a trail of kisses, and stopped to lick the scars of her mate mark.
“Don’t worry darling, Theo is a good boy, aren’t you Theo?”
Theo just shrugged.
Draco clenched his jaw but ignored the irritation caused by the man…no the chair. He looked down at his blind folded mate and continued his journey to her lips, capturing them with his and moaning when she slid them apart for his tongue to enter. Their tongues met in a familiar embrace, dancing together and running along teeth before fighting for dominance.
He growled at her show of power. Her tongue wrapped around his, holding it in place, and she sucked, puckering her lips, and images of her on her knees in between his legs sucking on his cock flooded his mind. She sucked to the rhythm of her beating heart, hard and fast.
He ripped his lips and tongue from her and wrapped his hand around her neck, holding her down when she tried to follow him. He had suffered enough, he decided, and began to rock his hips into her. As he pulled out of her, the foreskin around his cock pulled forward and wrapped around his head. Then when he thrust forward, it revealed his head and the tip kissed her cervix, making her jump.
His thrust were more punishing than rewarding and with each one Hermione moaned through the pain. Her hips jumped to meet his and she could feel the coiling pressure in her navel as she was pushed closer and closer to her orgasm, “yes, my love, just like that.”
Draco reached forward and pushed two fingers into her mouth, “hush, mate, I told you, I know what you need.”
Her tongue rolled around his fingers and she pressed her head back. His palm rested against her chin as his other fingers gripped around it. He glanced down her arched body to where his cock was disappearing into and groaned at how wet she was. “Fucking perfect,” he murmured and looked back at her face. “You hear me, mate? Your cunt is fucking perfect.”
She nodded, her teeth dragging against his fingers, and she began to suck in rhythm to his thrust. “Ma’e e ‘um.” She begged, though her words were garbled.
“I’m going to make you cum so hard you are going to see stars, then I’m going to knot in you and keep you here for the rest of the night.” He grunted his words and leaned over her to press his lips against her mate mark. “Make sure the seed takes.” His tongue shot out and ran along the edges of the silver scars, “fill you full of pups.”
Theo groaned at the same time Hermione moaned out her orgasm. The conjoined sound reverberating around the marble room, and Draco felt the skin around his balls tighten and his eyes flicked to the man. “Again,” he demanded.
Theo’s bloody lips, now dry and crackly, pulled into a smirk, “I’ll think about it.”
Draco growled, but he couldn’t do anything to the man. His knot was forming and if he removed himself from Hermione to punch the man, he wouldn’t be able to be connected with her in the only way his beastly mind wanted.
He looked back down to Hermione’s neck, his teeth ached to puncture the mark as he came, and he was but a slave to his own desire. His knot swelled and his thrust became smaller, more precise, and the slick from Hermione’s orgasm provided him with enough lubrication that he was able to chase after his orgasm. He widened his mouth, lining his teeth to her mark and sunk them into her skin. Blood gushed into his mouth at the same time his cum shot inside her.
Hermione groaned, and wrestled with the buckles around her wrist, wishing she could wrap her arms around his back and hold him closer. He removed his fingers from her mouth and gripped her shoulders, holding her still, and as his seed pumped out of him, their bodies moved together, milking his cock of all it had to offer her.
When the last spurt of cum shot out, Draco released his hold on her and pulled his teeth from the new wounds. He pressed his forehead to the center of the mark and inhaled deeply, supplying his lungs with much needed air. His heart hammered in his chest, and the beast relinquished his control and receded to the depths of their shared mind. He pushed himself up and smirked at the sweating body of his wife. “Looks like you enjoyed yourself.”
Hermione smiled, “I did.”
“I certainly did.” Theo’s voice disturbed them.
Draco flicked his eyes towards him, or where he was supposed to be, “when did you untie your ropes?” He asked when Theo approached Hermione’s head.
“Around the second punch.” He lifted his hand and ran it over Hermione’s cheek, “They don’t call me Houdini for nothing.”
Hermione shook her head, “no one calls you that.”
“They will.” He ran his hand down her temple and into her hair. “I have one last suggestion to make, or more like request.”
Draco stood up, bringing his hands to rest on Hermione’s knees, “and what is that?”
He yanked on Hermione’s hair, eliciting a yelp and she jumped on the bench of the horse. The action brought Draco stumbling forward and if not for his grip on her knees, he would’ve face planted her chest. Her head now hung over the edge of the horse and her mouth agape with a moan from Draco’s cock moving inside of her. “Your wife’s pretty, little mouth, I want to know what it can do.”
“The fuck you on to think I would ever agree to that?”
“Several punched to the head,” Theo chuckled, “but you’ll say yes.”
Draco scoffed, “not in your wildest dreams.”
Theo lowered his other hand to his pants and began to undo his belt. The sound was loud in the now silent room. “Oh, I know you will.”
Draco’s eyes dipped down to the movement of his hands, “and…and why is that?”
“Because you were the real target, Draco.” His words were seductive. “I have you both right where I want you, and your wife here, your little mate.” He pulled on her hair again making her moan, “is so needy.” He pushed his zipper down, “and I know exactly what she wants, don’t I love?”
Hermione moaned and nodded.
“Hermione,” Draco growled, “the fuck is he going on about?”
“You said you knew what I needed.” She moaned when Theo returned his hand to rub his thumb across her blood stained bottom lip.
“I am all you need.” He tried to reach across her body to stop Theo from touching her, but her knees pressed into his chest and prevented him from doing so. “Hermione, do you honestly think I would just stand here and watch another man defile your pretty mouth?”
“Defile?” Theo scoffed, “a bit rude.” He pushed his pants down and held his large cock in his hand, “I’ll be gentle, don’t you worry.”
“Draco,” Hermione moaned, “do you remember our wedding night?”
“Of course I do.” He tried to pry her knees apart to reach forward and hit Theo.
“I told you about something I always dreamed of doing and you said you would make it happen.”
“Yes, seeing the Eiffel Tower.”
“No, Draco, being the Eiffel Tower.” She moaned and her heart hammered in her chest as she felt the heat from Theo’s cock wash over her face.
Draco glanced up as Theo rubbed the precum that leaked from his cock across her lips. “The only way I could ever be fine with this is if he was also my mate.” He gave up on trying to open her knees.
Theo smirked and pulled his bloody shirt down to reveal the expanse of skin that covered the crook of his neck, “thought you’d never ask.”
Hermione’s legs fell open and Draco reached across her body to yank Theo over it him. His once silver eyes flashed gold again and his teeth sank into the exposed skin.
He was claiming Theo as his new mate, while pumping into Hermione, his knot keeping his movements shallow. Theo’s cock was pressed to the back of Hermione’s throat, tears springing to her eyes, as her tongue swirled around him. Theo was twisting his fingers around Hermione’s nipples, while his other hand was holding Draco to his new mark.
The three of them moaned and one after the other, had their orgasm. But they didn’t stop there, when Draco’s knot deflated, he pressed Theo over the horse and rammed into him while his cock was inside of Hermione. Lips joined, their bodies moving like liquid with each other, in their dance of seduction.
The next morning, Hermione was sore. She climbed out of bed, rubbing her inner thighs, and pulled on her feather hemmed silk robe as she walked sleepily out of her room. Her feet slapped against the marble floor and she could hear the giggling of her children the closer she drew to the dinning room.
When she entered the room, she smiled, and moved to Scorpius first. Rustling his hair a little, she bent over and kissed his forehead. Then she moved to her daughter, Lyra, who was jumping in her seat, a spoon clenched in one hand and a teddy werewolf in the other. She bent over and kissed her blonde curls as well, before moving to the head of the table to take her seat. She glanced to her left where he husband sat, then to her right where Theo sat smirking at her over the rim of his glass. “Morning love.”
“Morning Theo.”
Draco growled and flicked his annoyed eyes from Theo to his wife, “Morning, little wife.”
She smiled and hummed, then looked down at the cloche that sat in front of her. “Breakfast smells amazing.”
“It does.” Theo’s smirk widened. “I hope you like it.”
Hermione’s stomach flipped and her palms began to sweat as she flicked her eyes from the cloche to his face then back. “That’s not ominous.” She wrapped her fingers around the knob, her heart hammering in her chest, and when she lifted it up, she rolled her eyes. She slammed the cloche down and the giggles of her children rang out around her. “I told you not to put Ferguson’s head on the breakfast table.”
“I helped.” Theo giggled and popped a blueberry into his mouth.
Draco shrugged, “and I told you no pets, yet here we are with Theo.”
“Touché.” Hermione lifted the platter while standing and walked it over to a side table. She moved back to Draco and ran her hand along his shoulders, “I guess this wouldn’t be a good time to tell you I found a poor, stray, ginger kitten roaming the garden the other day?”
“I already sent that ‘kitten’ to the pound.”
Hermione pouted, “I promised him a good home.”
“And he’ll get one, from someone named Lavender most likely.” He shrugged.
“But Draco.” She groaned.
“Nope, no more pets, only pups.”
“We’ll see,” She smiled, bending over to kiss his cheek, then she returned to her seat where Theo pushed a plate of food in front of her. “You really are such a good boy.”