I'll Always Snatch You (Harry Potter Fandom)

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A/n: This chapter contains sexual parts. You have been warned! 

The light rays of sunlight came pouring over Hermione's sore body as she slowly fluttered her eyes open. She could see she was in a clearing in the middle of the forest. She listened to the sound of the wind brushing against the branches of trees and the tweets of birds in the air. Hermione pushed herself to get up but was suddenly stopped when she noticed a pair of arms wrapping around her waist. She gazed over her shoulder to see Scabior, completely nude, pressed alongside her own naked body. 

Hermione blushed when his arm lightly ran up her side then slid back down to her waist. His face nudged against her arm that was holding her up. She attempted to pry his arm off of her waist when she felt herself being lifted up and shoved back against the ground before being squeezed by Scabior's body again. Her face got even hotter when she felt his shaft rubbing against her bum and his hand started to crawl in between her thighs. His upper leg wrapped over her own to make her even more closer than before. Hermione gasped when Scabior dug his face into her neck, gently sucking on it. 

Hermione was furious! Not only was she trapped in the arms of her kidnapper, who also turned her into a werewolf, but her emotions were completely wack! She should be disgusted by his touch and by the fact it was him out of all the possible people on the planet. However, the only thing she was feeling besides rage, was arousal. Her buds were harden as her core began to be soaking wet. She stiffened when she heard a hum escape Scabior's lips and a deep breath. 

"Your scent... *intake* is lovely, love. Do I detect a hint of arousal?" he asked, a bit mockingly, before he nipped at her earlobe. Hermione's hands tightened into fists as she shoved him off of her. 

"Get off me!" She screamed while she crawled away from him, wrapping herself with her arms. Tears began to drip down her cheeks from shame as she gripped tightly onto her shoulders. 

"Why did you do that?" She peered over her shoulder to see Scabior sitting criss-cross with a glare right on her, "You were just fine a minute ago and then you just snap at me! Why won't you embrace me, mate?" 

"I'm not your mate!" Hermione shrieked, nearly soundly like she was on the verge of losing her voice. She lowered her gaze back to the ground while she wiped her tears away. Through her cries, she heard the sound of Scabior shuffling across the ground and headed over to her. Hermione felt Scabior wrap his arms around her and pressed her against his front, his head buried into her neck. 

"Hermione, don't fight this. Embrace the wolf's desire. You know you want me just as much as I want you." He whispered as he kissed her neck up to her jawline. Hermione gasped when Scabior licked her alongside her earlobe before he gently sucked on it. She grabbed hold of the dirt while she pressed her thighs together. Hermione's eyes began to go back in her head when the sound of someone clearing his throat caught their attention. 

When they shot their heads to the side, Hermione's entire face turned a dark crimson. Standing right among the trees was a naked Fenrir. Hermione couldn't stop her eyes from darting up and down Fenrir's well-built body as he stood there like some wilderness god. She felt her body stiffened when her eyes landed right on Fenrir's shaft then shot her face to the other side. 

"If you two are done messing around, we have to get back to the pack and start moving." Fenrir growled before he slipped back into the trees. Hermione's eyes widened as she peered up to Scabior. 

"What is he talking about?" she asked him while she watched him climb up to his feet. 

"Exactly what he's talking about, love. We got to get out of here and start moving again." He stated before picking her up to her feet and began dragging her behind him.