Of Veela and Wolves - Chapter 14

Fleur moved between his legs. He was on his back on the table as she began to bite along his thighs. The small sharp flashes of pain only enhanced his need for her. Each nip sent a little jolt to his inner wolf. She nuzzled his sack before giving each testicle a sloppy kiss.

She locked eyes with him, his hard shaft rested on her cheek. A low moan escaped his lips as she teased his length with the tip of her tongue. She moved from bottom to the top. Her tongue swirled around his crown to catch any pre-cum that she had coaxed from his balls.

Fleur flashed him a smile. Her head dipped down as she took the head of his cock in her mouth. She made her tongue reach every possible bit of his knob. Her technique changed once she was certain her first goal was complete. She took his entire length in the first bob.

Harry moaned as he felt her throat around his shaft. She popped back up after a glorious second. Fleur slowed; each bob of her head dipped a little lower before she once again took its full length. His hands grasped her hair. Even in that haze of lust he noticed that her silken strands felt wonderful. She stopped bobbing and sloppily kissed along his length.

Fleur crawled up his body. Her progress was marked by quick bites along his torse. He growled when she ran her teeth along his nipples. Once she had climbed enough to straddle him, Fleur guided the head of his dick to her scorching pussy. She played it along her wetness, teasing him with her warmth.

Her pink nipples desperately needed to be kissed. Harry couldn't resist and he didn't want to. His lips parted just enough to trail his teeth over the nubs. It was his turn to bite her. She let out a long moan as he added a bit more pressure to his bite.

Harry grabbed her hips and surged forward. She shuddered as she sank down to take his length deeper. She moaned as his cock bottomed out. Her pussy squeezed him tightly. He replied with a low growl.

His grip shifted to get handful of her tight ass. He raised her up and dropped her back down to add to the speed. Her ass was too perfect to leave untouched. He trained a finger along her tailbone. She lifted her head from his shoulder to let out a cute little squeak. His fingertips trailed along until he found her tight hole. He circled around it. The touch made her bounce even more frantically.

Fleur started to move slowly, she lifted up a couple of inches before easing back down, grinding her pelvis into his, and adding a thrill of pressure to her clit. Fleur leaned back, gaining speed with each thrust. Harry couldn't think anymore. He captured her lips in a kiss. She was breathing heavily when he pulled away. Harry bucked up into her. She cooed at as he reached deeper inside of her.

Their pace increased. Loud, rhythmic slaps echoed around the clear. Fleur rode him with wild abandon lost in pleasure. She let out a loud, hawklike scream as she pushed down onto him, rolling her hips and humping against him as he pussy shuddered around his cock.

Harry's grip tightened as he began to slam into her, harder and faster. His breathing grew erratic.

"Cum for me, my wolf." Fleur whispered in his ear.

With one last thrust, he buried himself as deep into her as he could. Fleur continued to grind herself into him. She collapsed onto his chest as he shot rope after rope of his seed inside of her. Harry placed a kiss on top of her head. He slowly rocked his hips back and forth, drawing the sensation out.

Steam rose from their bodies. The pair cuddled on the table.

"You will need to talk to your mates about this." Fleur drew patterns on his chest with her fingertips.

"They aren't my mates." Harry groaned.

"Oh?" Fleur chuckled. "Do they know this?"

"Astoria is too young for something like that and Daphne doesn't see me that way." Harry shook his head. "She wouldn't be seen around me if her sister wasn't a wolf."

"What do you think that spat in the courtyard was about?" Fleur asked in a teasing tone.

"Veela and werewolf stuff." Harry shrugged.

Fleur set her head back on his chest. Her fingers resumed trailing along his skin.

"I told her that I was going to take you as my mate." Fleur stated. "Daphne was not pleased."

"I'm your mate now?" Harry arced an eyebrow at her.

"Do you that I would spend so much time to pursue as casual encounter?" Fleur shook her head. "There is a line of hopeful options if I wanted something disposable. Non, you are my mate, and I am yours."

"Hm." Harry kissed the top of her head. "There are worse things to be."

She scoffed and slapped his chest.

"She could have felt threatened." Harry shrugged. "You said it yourself, Veela and werewolves don't usually get along. She wouldn't like you were 'pursuing' one of her pack."

"Her mate." Fleur corrected. "She came around, eventually."

Harry could almost feel his train of thought derail.

"What?" Harry managed to say after a moment.

"She agreed to my pursuit." Fleur repeated.

"How? Why?" Harry knew those words, just not in that order.

"I reminded her that you are both of prime breeding age." Fleur teased. "Any encounter with you would me mating. Though, that argument didn't work as well with Astoria."

Harry tried to absorb the information she had just given him. It took a few moments for him to get his thoughts in a functional order.

"That's good to know." Harry spoke slowly. "Why would Astoria even be interested in that? She's too young to think about babies."

"Harry." Fleur's voice shifted from teasing to gentle. "You are no longer a human. Their rules do not apply to you anymore. Your pack, the three of you, are physically mature. Haven't you felt the urge to mate with them? Even a little."

"I just wrote it off as being a teenager." Harry sighed. "I'm too young to be a father. There is too much going on to even think about kids. Voldemort is still out there."

"Oh?" Fleur sat up. She caressed her lower tummy. "You only thought of that now?"

The color dropped from his face. His pulse increased. Did he want kids? Yes. He wanted a big family. Just not now. Fleur leaned back and let out a musical laugh.

"I am sorry, my wolf." She smiled brightly at him. "I could not help myself. Veela can control when they get pregnant. I am not ready to be a parent either."

Harry let out a relieved breath.

"Still." He said. "Just because we are able, don't mean she wants me beyond an animal urge."

Fleur smiled sweetly at him.

"My wolf." She cooed. "She wants you so very much. You must be aware of this. Her entire being is calling out for you. Can you hear her song?"

"Song?" Harry asked.

"Magical beings, like us, have a song." Fleur explained as she settled comfortably back onto his chest. "A Veela hears the melody of the sun. Werewolves listen to the song of the moon. People like us, other creatures have their own. Madam Maxine told me she hears the drum of stone. We all have our own song when we call out for a mate. That was why I was taken by surprise when we first met. Your song was so powerful, lonely, it made my heart ache. She aches for you now."

Harry closed his eyes. He let the world around them fade away. His sole focus was on the music all around them. It didn't take long to find Daphne. Her song was mingled with the moon. It harmonized and flowed through the night sky. The melody called to him. A tinge of sorrow made the song all that more powerful.

"Now you see." Fleur kissed his chest. "What will you do?"