Harriet Potter and the Alpha in the Dungeon

Chapter 36 - Election Day

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As the night wore on, Severus continued to slumber peacefully, but Harriet woke halfway through, drenched in sweat.

She slipped against Severus as she clawed her way out of the covers.

Air, she needed air.

Harriet gasped for breath as her heart pounded in her chest.

Her cheeks felt heated.

Her skin burned.

The all-encompassing inferno that engulfed her was nothing compared to the aching want that ignited an irresistible desire between her legs.

"Oh........" Harriet breathed as her stomach turned while she felt wetness drip from her.

Wet, she was wet.

She was all wet and need and want and.....

"SEVERUS!" Harriet called out as she reached over and grabbed onto her mate.

Harriet intended to wake Severus from his rest, but he had already roused a moment after her eyes had popped open.

Her scent had become nearly suffocating and from a crack in the folds of blankets that covered them, Severus had stealthily watched her.

It had been a bit cruel of him to enjoy seeing his omega writhe with her primal need, but that didn't make the sight any less interesting.

When Harriet grabbed out blindly to get his attention in the darkness, Severus raised himself up like a rising serpent.

Harriet gasped at the predatory look in his black eyes.

Although the room was dark, she could see the wolfish triumph that radiated from his glimmering gaze.

Harriet's body forced its demands on her so violently that she had no time for games.

Instead of teasing her alpha or trying to incite him into a feral frenzy, Harriet threw herself at Severus's mercy.

"I....I need you...." She confessed as she let her knees part while she pushed herself onto the pillows and laid on her back.

Severus kept his dark gaze firmly fixed on Harriet as the soft covers deftly rustled around his pale frame while he moved over his suffering bride.

Harriet stared up into her mate's black eyes until he bent down for a kiss.

The feathery touch of his lips was torturously slow and viciously sweet.

Harriet whimpered into her lover's gentle affection in a pleading whine for him to end her agony and see to her comfort.

Harriet didn't understand why, but Severus displayed no mercy as he licked at her lips before his painfully delightful kisses trailed from her mouth, across her jawline, and down her throat.

As Severus gnawed on the sensitive base of her neck for a moment, Harriet's mouth fell open as her emerald eyes locked onto the ceiling.

He could taste her pulse as it throbbed against his tongue while a wicked spark of alpha instinct ignited in his chest.

How pleasant it was to have his confident, stubborn mate become so pitifully vulnerable underneath him, completely dependent on his affection for her survival.

Harriet's heart raced with anxiety.

How long would Severus torture her before he finally gave her what she wanted?