All You Want

14) Can I Call You Mine?

Malfoy kissed lightly along her neck and across the top of her shoulders. Soft kisses, interspersed with an occasional nip; grazing his teeth along the curve of her neck until she shivered. His hand teasing her breasts slowly withdrew to instead tangle in hair at the nape of her neck, drawing her head back until her throat was bared in submission.

He drew back to study her, his silver eyes glittering, before he lowered his head and began to lick her glands again. Hermione writhed, and twisted in his hold as she gasped and gripped the fabric of his shirt.

Her brain was at a point of overload. She could barely form a full thought as she felt his fingers playing near her core. Alpha. Alpha. Alpha. Please. Yes. Please.

His thumb slid through her arousal, brushing against the sensitive, swollen flesh as he traced along seam of her sex. Again. And again. She arched her hips to increase the contact, but his fingers drew away. She groaned in frustration and he chuckled against her throat.

"You have the most perfect cunt," he said huskily as his fingers plunged into her.

The sound that emerged from Hermione's throat was almost animal; a guttural keening wail, as her inner walls gripped him and she bucked hard against his hand. His hold on her hair tightened and he lifted his head from her throat, staring down into her eyes as his fingers withdrew slightly and then sank back inside her.

His eyes were black. His expression feral and possessive. She could feel his cock pressed against her thigh and grinding into the table, trying to relieve his own arousal as he continued finger fucking her. Hermione was panting as she met his eyes, studying him. It was like being bathed in fire. The heat of his gaze was like flames nipping her skin.

As her body gripped his fingers, he hissed through his teeth. Her tongue impulsively darted up and flicked against his lips. He kissed her hard and pumped his fingers deeper.

It was—not enough. It was not him and she wanted him.

She wanted to plead. Somewhere feral in her mind, she feels to urge to beg. To call him Alpha and present herself more submissively. If she spread her legs as wide as she could, held them back and showed him how wet and aroused he made her, he'd fuck her.

His thumb grazed her clit and a low sob was torn from her. His fingers inside her pressed up toward her pelvis as he sought a specific spot. When he found it, he pressed against it, and she keened against his lips as her whole body spasmed. He only had to tease her a few times before she came with a strangled cry.

He smothered it with his lips.

She collapsed against him and he withdrew his fingers and brought them up to his mouth. Then he dipped his head down, pressing a few kisses along the other side of her neck and then occupied himself with running his hands possessively over every inch of her.

The smell of him around her was positively drugging. She allowed herself to get lost in it, nuzzling her face against his chest. She could feel his rapid heartbeat and the tension running through him.

After several minutes she lifted her head and stared up at his face.

Alpha, please.

She wasn't sure if he wanted her to call him Alpha. 'Malfoy' seemed safe.

"Malfoy," she began tentatively.

"Mhmm?"

She bit her lip and her hand slipped down. She found his cock, straining against the fabric of his trousers. She ran her fingers along the outline and gripped it through his clothing.