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Darkest Desires	By : Lupinswolfie Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Remus/Hermione Views: 24277 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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-1Hermione
looked at the man before her; the gentle man with the surprisingly
intelligent beast within. Her mind reeled with his words, even as he
stepped back and resumed his place on the couch. She bent to
retrieve the book and then slowly walked back over to him.

“Remus?”
she asked cautiously.

“Huh?”
he replied, shaking his head slightly as if to clear his thoughts.
“I’m sorry, Hermione, I keep getting lost in my
thoughts.”

Lost
in the wolf, more like, but I can never tell her that. No one can
ever find out that Moony is trying to gain control…and
winning.

“That’s
okay, Remus. Listen, I think supper is ready if you want to head on
down.”

“Yea,
I guess I better. Dora has been nagging at me lately for not spending
enough time with her.”

“Is
everything okay with you two?” she asked, then suddenly held up
her hand and shook her head. “Never mind, it’s really
none of my business. It’s just that I’m here if you
ever, you know, want someone to talk to.”

He
regarded her closely for a minute. It would be great to have someone
he could confide in about his issues, but because the wolf seemed to
dislike her so much, Hermione was definitely not that person. At
least Sirius was back, maybe they could talk once he and Harry
unglued themselves from each other. Then again, what would Sirius
know about marital problems and wolf problems? It wasn’t as if
Tonks was doing anything exactly wrong, but if you asked her, she
would say it wasn’t as if he was doing anything exactly right,
either. He sighed heavily. “Thanks, Hermione, but I’m
fine, really.”

When
the door closed behind him, Hermione slumped into the nearest chair
and finally relaxed. What the hell had just happened? She had often
wondered if there were actually two separate beings living inside of
Remus, instead of a monster who only came out once every full moon,
but to actually see it was something else entirely. And what had he
meant by her being his mate and taking her no matter what? Moony had
said Remus wouldn’t know what he was doing and it certainly
seemed that way just now, so perhaps they were two separate entities
living within a single host. However, the wolf certainly had Remus’
intelligence which was both exciting and frightening, and certainly
unexpected.

Her
hands went through her already messy hair and she clutched it tightly
to her scalp. Now what? Was she just supposed to wait on Moony to
come to her again? What would he do if he did? And what does she
always do when an unanswerable question is presented to her?

Grinning,
Hermione stood and walked back to the bookcases that lined the wall.
There was an entire section on dangerous creatures and she skimmed
the titles quickly. Werewolves and How To Use Them, The Blood of
a Werewolf, The Full Moon and You, and How To Kill A Beast.
She cringed, knowing these books were dark was one thing, but
allowing her mind to wander about the details was a bit too much. A
hand on her shoulder made her jump and spin around, wand up and ready
instantly out of habit.

“Easy,
love,” he chuckled, “it’s only me. Thought I
should tell you supper is ready. Tonks cooked and from what I
remember, you and I will be raiding the kitchen come midnight.”

She
tried to hold back her laughter, but it was really too much.
“Sirius, you’re incorrigible!” Leaning over closer
to his ear, she whispered, “She’s gotten worse with time,
just so you know.”

Sirius
groaned and she nodded her head knowingly. Then with a grin, he
wrapped his arm around her shoulders and led her out the door. “You
know,” he said laughing, “I really like you!”

“Gee,
thanks. So,” she encouraged when they stopped at the kitchen
door.

“So
what?”

“The
meeting, how did the meeting go?!”

“Meeting?
Oh,” he said nonchalantly, “you mean the meeting where I
was cleared of all charges and sent back here with the Ministry’s
pathetic apology?”

“Really?”
she squealed, suddenly throwing her arms around his neck and hugging
him tightly.

“Yes,
really,” he laughed, holding her to him. “It was all
thanks to you, though. If you hadn’t have talked to Kings and
did that quick bit of research, I might have been sent back to
Azkaban.”

She
released her tight hold on him, but allowed her hands to stay on his
shoulders while his stayed on her hips. “It was the least I
could do,” she murmured through her happy tears.

“Oi!
You two get in here already!”

Hermione
and Sirius walked into the room, taking seats beside each other and
reaching for various odd looking dishes while trying not to grimace
at the smell.

“Well,
if I would have had some help down here, Remus, that wouldn’t
have happened.”

“Dora,
I never said…”

“You
didn’t have to! I know you well enough by now to know what
you’re thinking.”

Hermione
and Sirius shared a worried glace with each other before Sirius
grinned slightly. “So, Daphne,” he said loudly,
interrupting the two arguing before him, “that’s a lovely
tattoo you have on your hip. When did you get it?”

Harry’s
face immediately turned red with anger and Daphne looked at him in
shock. “How do you know where she has a tattoo?” Harry
snarled, making Hermione, Sirius, and even Remus burst into fits of
laughter.

“Oh,
not to worry, Harry. Tonight I’ll teach you both locking and
silencing charms. That way, the next time I get slightly drunk and
try to find my room, I won‘t walk into yours by mistake.”

Harry
joined in the laughter and before long so did Daphne.

“Honestly,
Sirius, you should leave them alone,” Tonks huffed.

“Yes,
mother. Speaking of which, where is dear old Mum?”

“Hermione
took her down and burned her several years ago,” Harry said
proudly.

“Well,
one can only take being called a ‘filthy Mudblood’ so
many times before it starts to grate on one’s nerves.”

Sirius
threw his arm around her and kissed her forehead. “Sorry I
missed that. I believe that’s two that I owe you now.”

‘If
you don’t calm down, wolf, I swear I’ll have Hermione
double the damn dose of Wolfsbane in the potion. We’re just
eating, what is your problem?’

‘You
should keep them apart. I don’t like them together.’

‘Sirius
and Hermione aren’t together. Even if they were, they could be
a good match, no matter how much you might dislike the girl.’

The
wolf gave a loud growl and Remus turned his head away. Tonks was
sitting beside him with her head suddenly on his shoulder and her
fingers trailing up his arm while she waggled her eyebrows
suggestively.

Just
then, a small owl swooped into the room and dropped a letter on
Harry’s lap before flying around in dizzying circles and
leaving.

“The
Weasley’s are coming over soon,” Harry said after reading
the letter. “Looks like maybe next week is the earliest they
can make it for your surprise welcome home party.”

Sirius
groaned and Hermione chuckled. “They just want to say hello.
Be a man, you can handle it,” she chided teasingly.

“You’re
right. But I swear if one of the twins tries to turn me into
anything, I’ll string them both up by their…” His
mouth was suddenly covered by Hermione’s hand and he rolled his
eyes. She smirked at him, but soon squealed when his hands shot out
and began tickling her.

‘Nothing
there?’ the wolf growled
menacingly.

‘They’re
just playing around.’

‘It
is called ‘foreplay’ human and I don’t like it in
the least. Either you do something about it now, or I will. I do
not like them together!’

‘What
the hell is your problem?’ Remus
growled back, gaining the attention of those in the room. It was
Hermione’s eye locked on his that did him in and he stormed
from the room angrily.

He
found himself in the library, once again arguing with the wolf and
not understanding the problem. His hair was mussed from the constant
abuse by his hands and he was sure there was a groove in the floor
where he had been pacing.

‘You
left them alone?!’

‘They’re
adults! They don’t need a babysitter!’ Remus
said exasperatedly.

‘If
she so much as touches him…’

‘You’ll
do what?! Growl at her? What right do you have to say what she can
or can’t do, or who she can do it with. Get it through your
head, wolf, your opinions of Hermione do not matter!’

‘My
opinion matters more than you realize!’
he howled back at Remus.

‘Your
opinion doesn’t matter! Whether they remain friends or become
more is of no consequence to us!’
Remus reprimanded.

‘Then
why were you so upset when you saw them in the doorway? They looked
rather cozy until you interrupted them.’ There
was an arrogance in the wolf’s tone that Remus didn’t
like, it angered him suddenly and he stopped by the table once more.

‘It
doesn’t matter to me if they’re fucking like rabbits on
the table we just left, right in front of everyone!’

‘You
stupid human!’ Moony
roared. The contents on the table went flying across the room,
followed quickly by the table itself. ‘It all
matters, you fool! Everything she does matters!’

The
nick-knacks lining the mantel were next, thrown angrily at the wall
and shattering sharply. The door burst open and Sirius stormed in,
followed closely by Tonks and Hermione.

“My
gods, Remus, what has gotten into you?!” Tonks screamed as she
stormed from the room in disgust.

‘Damn
woman! Who the hell does she think she is?!’
The wolf snarled only seconds before the chair flew against the wall.

‘My
wife! Now get a grip before they have us locked up for insanity!’

Remus’
anger matched that of the wolf’s and they both knew things were
escalating too far out of their control, but neither was willing to
back down from the other.

Hermione
stood in the doorway watching. She didn’t care about the
objects that were flying around and crashing with such ominous
sounds, nor did she care about Tonks walking out, or the angry and
worried expression Sirius wore. All she cared about were the eyes
she could see flashing from amber to blue and back again. His words
from earlier spun through her head and somehow she knew what she had
to do.

Taking
a deep breath, Hermione walked cautiously closer to the conflicted
man with apparently superhuman strength and the anger to match.

“Hermione,
get back here! That’s not Remus! What are you doing?”
Sirius hissed as he grabbed her arm, knowing exactly what was
happening to his friend, but not knowing why. He did know, however,
that Hermione was certainly going to do something unknowingly stupid.

She
jerked her arm from his grasp and walked closer to Remus, forcing him
to look directly at her.

“I
think,” she started, before pushing the authority into her
voice and trying again. “I think you should both calm down.”

Remus
continued to look at her, but it was Moony she saw in his eyes.
“Moony, please,” she pleaded, “let him be. What
has he done wrong?”

He
walked closer to her, ignoring the shocked look on Sirius face when
he grabbed her by the arms. Only the sound of Sirius slowly saying,
“Moony?” broke his gaze from his mate.

He
eyes bore into Sirius and grinned maliciously. “Hello,
Padfoot, my old friend. Stay away from my mate, or you will regret
it.” Then his eyes were blue again and Remus dropped
Hermione’s arms as though they had burned him and stared at her
in shock.

“Excuse
me,” he murmured, before rushing out of the room.

“Hermione,
what exactly just happened here? You knew…I mean, you know
the difference…I mean, hell Hermione, what just happened?”

Hermione
sighed heavily before turning from the door and looking at Sirius,
her shaking hands the only sign that she was upset. “Yes, I
know the difference between them, Sirius. I also think I know a bit
about what Remus is going through.”

“He’s
fighting the wolf again,” Sirius said matter-of-factly and she
nodded. “You’re not scared of the wolf?”

“No,
I’m not scared.”

“It’s
happened before, hasn’t it? With you? What did he mean about
his mate?” he asked curiously.

“It’s
only happened once. What about with you?”

Sirius
settled himself into the sofa, motioning for Hermione to do the same.
“I saw it for the first time in our seventh year. It seems
the wolf didn’t like Lily once she and James became a couple.”
He shrugged his shoulders and continued, “we never knew why,
but there were a few times he’d almost go after her or
something. It became worse when we all came back from holiday. Then,
on day in our dorm room, Remus started acting really strange and
before we knew what was happening, this entirely new voice spoke to
us. It was Moony, and he explained the difference between them to me
and James. When we asked why he didn’t like her, Remus took
over again and we didn‘t get the answer. Remus didn’t
even remember the conversation we had just had and swore to James
that he had no problems with Lily. It seemed true enough, since
Remus and Lily were friends long before she became James’ girl,
but that’s why he didn’t go to their wedding. Only he
and I were invited, but he said he better not attend in case
something happened.” Sirius looked up at her sadly, “Remus
and James started to drift away after that. He’d come over and
everything would be fine, then he’d start acting a bit
different and suddenly leave. His visits became a little farther
apart…and then a little farther, until he hardly came over at
all. I guess that’s why I thought that he, you know…”
he broke off, shrugging his shoulders again and refusing to meet
Hermione‘s eyes.

“That’s
why you thought he was the spy,” Hermione finished for him,
gently taking his hand for support. “It makes sense, Sirius.
But it’s been years, decades even, and there’s nothing
for you to be ashamed about now.”

“I
guess you’re right.” He slowly took a deep, emotional
breath and let it out. “I’m going to check on Remus and
head to bed soon. Will you be alright? Do you know what he meant
about his mate?”

“Not
exactly,” she said, shaking her head and chewing on her bottom
lip, “but I intend to find out very soon.”

“Maybe
you should give Remus some space for awhile. You know, just until
everything settles back down.”

“I
think you‘re right. Thank you, for talking to me and
everything,” she said shyly.

“Anytime,
love.”

~
~ ~***~ ~ ~

“Dora,
are you in here?” Remus called from the doorway.

“I’m
in the shower, Remus, but unless you’ve finished with your
temper tantrum I don’t want you to come in here.”

Remus
hung his head in shame and took a despairing breath. He knew his
wife didn’t fully understand what he went through with his
condition, but he had hoped that if the situation ever presented
itself, she would at least try to be understanding. This was exactly
why he had pushed her away for so long. Being a werewolf wasn’t
only about having a bit of rough sex a few days before turning into a
monster once a month, but that seemed to be the only part she cared
about. Here lately, however, it wasn’t enough for either of
them. He still couldn’t understand why she had wanted him in
the first place, but when they were alone, she made it glaringly
obvious she was disappointed in him.

There
were many dynamics to his ‘character’ that he had lied to
himself about for entirely too long. Somehow, he had convinced
himself that if things should go wrong, Dora would understand and be
there for him. Apparently he had been wrong, especially if she was
going to continue to call his struggle with the beast a ‘temper
tantrum’ and treat him like a misbehaving child every time it
occurred, which was increasingly often. He loved his wife, wanted to
give her the children she so desperately craved, but he knew he was
fast becoming someone who just wasn’t enough for her. Not
being able to give her said children was yet another failure on his
part. They had tried, for years now they had tried and failed, but
lately she wasn’t willing to even discuss it…let alone
try more.

There
was also Hermione to consider. Things were getting dangerous where
she was concerned and he was actually starting to fear for her. It
was like Lily all over again, only with different feelings of anger
and control. He knew deep down that in order to keep her safe, he’d
have to stay away from her permanently. Perhaps it was time for him
and his wife to move out. Remus felt anger surge through him like
never before, but before the wolf could speak, the door suddenly
opened. Not giving the wolf time to react, he went into the
bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind him as he slid slowly
to the floor; head in his hands and the contemplation of his life in
his thoughts.

The
burning sensation was flowing through him hours later and he found
himself unable to sleep once again. Instead of interrupting his
sleeping wife for the second night in a row, he crawled out of bed,
donned his pajama bottoms, and headed to the kitchen. He was
thankful this time for the lack of smells and such indicating that
Hermione might still be awake.

As
he sleepily stumbled into the kitchen, his gaze was brought up sharp
by the sound of something metal clattering to the floor. Then he
realized his mistake. There, in front of him was Hermione, clad only
in a bathrobe with a towel around her hair and her face flushed
slightly. He felt the wolf welling up inside of him, just as
desperate to take control as he was to keep it for himself. Before
he could stop her, Hermione took her hair down, allowing the wet
curls to fall down her back as she walked over to him. She licked her
lips in the most seductive way he’d ever seen and the wolf
growled at her close proximity.

“Her…Hermione,
I’m sorry, but I need you to leave,” his strained voice
asked with desperation while he clutched the doorframe like a
lifeline.

“No,
Remus, I’m not leaving.” Her voice was ethereal, but
most shocking of all were her next words. “I want to speak to
Moony.”

He
gasped in horror at her words. She wanted what?!

“Hermione,
you have no idea…” he started, only to have her cut him
off.

“Remus,
I know exactly what I’m doing. I promise everything will be
alright.” Suddenly his eyes were flashing from blue to amber
and back again. “Come on out, Moony. Talk to me,” she
encouraged and smiled triumphantly when his eyes stayed amber and he
stared at her with a new confidence, he stood up…his entire
posture stretched with arrogance as the wolf took control of the
body.

“Hello,
mate. I didn’t think I’d be talking to you again so
soon.”

She
shivered at his hoarse voice and realized that Remus’ would
have the same effect on her, if he only wished to seduce her. “I’ve
been doing some reading tonight, but I’ve yet to find anything
concrete on this subject.”

His
chuckle irritated her slightly, but his intelligent words filled her
with a knowledge she had never expected to gain. “You wouldn’t
have found anything about this in a book, Hermione. We wolves are
only as intelligent as the humans in which we reside. I was very
fortunate to find such a human, but most, like my sire for instance,
are not so lucky. Therefore, we have very little use for the written
word where it pertains to us specifically.”

“Utterly
amazing,” she said wide-eyed, walking back to lean against the
counter. “Honestly, I should be terrified of you, but I find
myself intrigued more than anything.”

“You
wouldn’t be afraid of me, we belong to each other. But I don’t
think intrigue is the only thing you feel for me, is it?” he
asked with a smirk, stalking closer to her until his body was only
feet in front of her own. His hand came up and brushed a wet curl
from her face. “I have an excellent sense of smell, mate, and
I assure you that intrigue is not the only thing you feel for me.”

She
watched him nervously as he stepped closer. He looked into her eyes
and she could swear he was looking into her soul. When he gently
cupped her cheek with Remus’ hand, she timidly asked, “What
do you mean?”

“I
mean,” he rasped, allowing his gravelly voice to wash over her
and his smile to become even more arrogant, “that you find
yourself aroused by me. You desire me, do you not?”

“I
have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said
haughtily, trying to turn her face from his as she clutched the robe
tightly to her chest.

He
growled low in his throat, then pinned her against the counter with
his body. The pad of his thumb stroked her lips and her eyes
fluttered closed despite her earlier declaration. Her hands came to
rest on his arms and she sighed in pleasure. When his other hand
slid down her naked thigh and drew her leg up around his waist, she
pushed herself against his erection and silently begged for more.

“I
thought you didn’t want me,” he murmured, his lips coming
to rest on her neck and gently brushing along her pulse as his hand
tangled in her hair.

“I…I
think I was wrong,” she responded, tilting her neck to allow
him better access.

Her
hands slid from his biceps to his shoulders, then around his neck to
hold him close to her. “I told you I was only going to warn
you once. Do you want me, my beautiful mate? Do you wish for me to
show you what I can do?” His lips skimmed her hot flesh and
she burned even hotter for him. When he pulled her head the other
direction by her hair and nuzzled her neck she whimpered at his
touch, knees weak and her body singing its’ pent up need for
release.

“Yes,”
she breathed in forgotten answer.

“I’m
going to make you mine,” he growled softly.

Both
hands slid down her body to cup her arse and draw her closer. She
moaned and pushed against his erection, making his body burn to
possess her. He lifted her up onto the counter and stayed between her
legs, his lips skimming her neck, shoulders, and collar bone. Her
robe slid away from her thighs and she forgot to breathe when his
hands slid down to her bare legs and splayed across her heated flesh.
Fire danced through her veins when his lips caught hers and he
kissed her possessively; showing without words exactly who she
belonged to.

She
held him to her tightly, ravishing his mouth with the same vigor he
was showing hers. Within moments, her hands began roaming his lithe
body; touching Remus in ways she thought she’d never be able
to. Her fingers trailed around his chest and when they skimmed his
hardened nipples and he moaned, she reveled in her feminine power.
Right or wrong be damned, she wanted this man, this conundrum of a
man, more than she ever wanted anything before in her life. His
fingers slid up her thighs and untied her robe, pushing it away with
roughened hands as he broke the kiss and looked down on at her
flushed body.

“So
beautiful, mate. So young and eager,” he rasped, lowering his
head and flicking his tongue over her nipple. Hermione should have
been insulted, but instead she gasped in pleasure, drawing his head
in closer as she threaded her fingers through his hair.

“Oh
gods,” she moaned. Her back arched into him and she swore she
could already feel him inside her. When his hand took her other
breasts, testing its weight, she moaned again and wrapped her legs
around his waist.

“So
responsive to my touch,” he growled against her.

“Need
you…want you so much,” she moaned, rubbing her body
against his with frustrated intensity.

“Yes,
you do. I can smell your desire,” he said, bringing his lips
slowly up her neck, “and it excites me.”

She
screeched and bucked when his fingers suddenly rubbed her clit. He
grinned at her and whispered roughly, “Must be quiet, mate. We
wouldn’t want anyone to hear you, now would we?”

Biting
her lip, her hips bucked again when he slid a finger inside her wet
center. “Yes, that’s it, witch. I want you to come for
me. Show me how much you want my cock.” Another finger slid
inside of her and his thumb rubbed against her clit, slowly at first,
then increasing in intensity when he lowered his lips to her nipple
again. When he sucked the hard bud into his mouth and stroked her
clit again, she bit down on his shoulder as her body shook with the
most intense orgasm of her life.

“Beautiful,”
he murmured, gently pushing her back and looking into her flushed
face.

Her
trembling hands slid down his chest, running along the taunt muscles
and light colored hair, along the scars she had always wanted to
touch, until they stopped at the waistband of his pants. As quickly
as she could, she untied his pants and pushed them down his slim
hips, reveling in his moan and the way he threw his head back when
her fingers grazed his large erection.

“My
gods, where have you been hiding this?” she asked in amazement.

He
chuckled at her softly, then grabbed her hands and placed the back on
his shoulders. His own slid to her hips and jerked her forward,
settling her on the edge of the counter. “Do you want me?”
he growled with restraint. “Do you want my hard cock pounding
inside of you as I make you mine?”

The
fingers gliding across her soaked pussy drew a moan from her throat
and she tightened her legs around him, pulling him even closer and
silently begging him to take her. When he looked at her without
moving, she lifted her eyes to his in confusion.

“Say
it, mate!” he demanded. “Tell me what you want!”

“I
want you! Gods I want you so bad.”

He
continued to watch her, waiting for something she wasn’t sure
of. Then she knew, just as she knew the sun would rise in the
morning, she knew what she had to say and, surprising herself, she
softly whispered, “Make me yours.”

A
loud growl rumbled deep in his chest and in one swift movement, he
thrust himself deep inside her waiting heat, making her bite down on
his shoulder once more to stifle her scream of surprised pain and
pleasure. Her body encased him like a hot, wet glove and he moaned
in pleasure, still not moving until she slowly relaxed around him.

“Made
for me,” he rasped into her ear.

She
squirmed around, tightening her inner muscles and trying to achieve
friction even with the inability to move her own hips. His hoarse
chuckle sent new waves of desire coursing through her body and she
moaned loudly when he slowly began to move inside of her.

“Wanted
you for so long,” he hissed between his teeth, rocking his body
slowly back and forth into hers.

Her
arms wound around his neck and her legs held him tightly. She
breathed in the scent of the wolf and the man, reveled in the feel of
his naked body so entwined with hers, and felt all the heat in her
body pulling to her middle. Tight coils begged to be released and
she could swear something was crawling under her skin. The feeling
was unnerving, but only made her beg for her own release more.

Unable
to hold back any longer, he increased the pace, slamming into her
body with a force she couldn’t have imagined possible.

“Please,”
she begged, “oh gods please!”

His
hands were all over her; grabbing her breasts, her thighs, around her
back holding her to him while he ravaged her nipples with his teeth.
He was directly in front of her, but it felt like he as all around
her, like he was part of her. Soon, his hands swept back to her
hips, holding her steady as he pounded into her willing body. She
could hear his breath become faster and her heart was once again
racing with his.

“You
must come for me, mate!” he rasped hungrily, the need and
desire in his voice matched her own. “Come for me while I make
you mine forever.”

His
words made no sense and she simply did not care. All that mattered
to her now was the feeling of him thrusting inside of her over and
over and when his thumb ghosted over her clit, she forgot to breath.
“That’s it!” he snarled uncontrollably, “come
for me!”

And
she did. His hand covered her mouth as the scream escaped and her
eyes rolled back in her head. Fireworks exploded before her eyes and
her entire body began to shake with release. A lightening hot burn
erupted from her shoulder, but she couldn’t even move her head
to look as wave upon wave of orgasm washed over her before she went
limp. Somewhere from a great distance, she heard him howl and felt
as his own body contract before he spilled his seed inside her body
and he fell against her.

Slowly
coming back to consciousness, she eased her hold around his neck and
looked down at him. What she saw both shocked her to her very core
and made her feel cherished and protected all at the same time.
Moony was slowly licking a small wound on her shoulder and she
watched in fascination as the blood vanished, followed by a gentle
tingling sensation. The wound soon disappeared and was replaced by a
small, ????? Shaped scar.

He
looked up at her and grinned wolfishly. “Now,” he
rasped, “you truly belong to me.”

“What
do you mean?” she whispered.

“I
have marked you as mate, just as you asked me to do. You will have
none, but me, and I shall have no one other than you.”

Intense
anger swept through her and she roughly pushed him away. “And
your wife,” she spat.

He
growled fiercely. “She is NOT my wife! I have told you, he
took her without my consent and he has been most unhappy since. YOU
are our mate and it is you that we need!”

His
voice held no malice, only anger, and she shivered slightly when he
stepped back to her and gently stroked her shoulder. “We
belong to each other, you and I, and it is up to you to make sure the
human sees that.”

Her
eyes widened in surprise. “What do you want me to do?”

The
grin that crossed his face was triumphant and full of pride.
“Nothing other than what you have been doing. The human wants
you, has for some time now, but he refused to allow himself to act on
such things. He’ll push you away and it will be your job to
stay put. Do not allow him to leave the house permanently and do not
allow him to ignore you…the rest will work itself out with my
help.”
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