Harriet Potter and the Alpha in the Dungeon

Chapter 13 - Blissful Union

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Severus felt the chilled stone of his office floor underneath his open palms but he barely noticed as he crouched over Harriet, drowning in the omega's sweet kiss.

Over and over, their lips met, colliding, touching, teasing.......

Harriet placed both of her hands on either side of Severus's face so she could pull him closer to her and he gave her no resistance.

Severus tried not to let himself become too enraptured with Harriet's addicting kiss but that was much more difficult than it seemed.

He kept reminding himself that surely, he couldn't believe it.

Harriet didn't want him, not really.

She was frightened, she was grateful, she was looking for comfort, for an alpha, and he fit the description, that was all.

The last thing that Severus wanted to do was take advantage of the situation, but when Harriet gave him a particularly demanding yank and he nearly fell forward on top of her, he decided to at least take control.

Harriet whimpered as Severus broke their kiss and pulled away.

A scowl imprinted itself on his face as he struggled to move back without banging his head on the corner of the desk and without hurting the omega in front of him.

Once Severus managed to stand up, he bent down and scooped his darling into his strong arms.

He half-expected Harriet to drop his cloak when he lifted her into his grasp, but she didn't seem interested in letting go of the garment that she was wrapped in and it dangled awkwardly between them.

As best he could, Severus shifted his hold on Harriet until he had her positioned comfortably with his cloak covering her like a soothing blanket.

Harriet let her arms drape carelessly over his shoulders while he carried her out of his office and through the adjacent door that led directly into his living quarters.

Harriet felt Severus's pulse quicken in his chest as he walked through his living room.

Harriet realized, even in the uncomfortable depth of her heat, that Severus intended to place her on the sofa.

From what she saw of Severus's Hogwarts home, things seemed to be tidy and in surprisingly meticulous order, but Harriet wasn't interested in sitting on Severus's sofa.

"Not.....here." Harriet managed to gasp out as Severus came to stand in front of the furniture.

Severus's mouth opened slightly and he looked down at Harriet questioningly.

Harriet stared up at him with confidence shining in her vivid, green eyes.

Once Severus processed the shock that Harriet wasn't craving comfort, she was craving him, she began to see a different man.

The man that she knew had been there all along, waiting......

The man that she had met in her dreams just after her return to Hogwarts.......

The man who had parted her thighs right on the wooden table in the potions classroom and ran his hands over her body as if she were a fine piece of art that only he could ever admire......

That was the man that Harriet found herself staring back at as Severus allowed a low, warning growl to escape his throat.

Harriet felt his grip on her grow tighter and she wriggled happily in his arms as he glided away from the couch, out of the living room and towards the place where Harriet most wanted to be.......his bedroom, the place where Severus laid down to sleep each night.