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“Hermione?” Draco asked, voice rough as she lapped at his hardening cock, licking him clean from the last knot he’d had inside of her. He sat in a large leather chair, Hermione kneeling between his feet. All the furniture was leather in this room—easier to clean.
She sucked him deep, throat constricting around his shaft. He clutched her jaw, thumb stroking the tautness of her lips wrapped around him. “Omega,” he said, sterner, and her eyes flicked up to his.
She was so fucking beautiful, flushed, sweaty, hair wild, skin freckled and blemished from his teeth, chaffed from the velvet blankets piled on the floor. They were three days into her heat and she had been so perfect, so good. Asking and taking everything she needed.
But there were things she had requested before she had slipped into her omega mind space, things she had discussed with him for months now. Today was the day she was ready to have those things, the day Draco was going to deliver them.
“Remember our friend Theo?” he asked her.
She moved her tongue around, his cock so deep in her throat she had to breathe through her nose. She nodded, and he bit back a groan as his cock moved with her.
“Do you want to show him what we’ve been working on?”
She released his cock with a pop and licked her bruised lips. “Yes, please—please can we?”
He smiled, pulled her up into his lap, and kissed her. She moaned and straddled him, moving her hips forward, trying to line him up with her swollen entrance—
He grabbed her around her waist and flipped her so her back was pressed to his front, tucking her head under his chin, her legs on either side of his. He fisted her hair as she rolled her arse back, rubbing his cock between her cheeks.
“Ask him, Hermione,” he whispered in her ear. “Ask him to join us.”
She paused her wiggling and looked over at Theo, who was sitting on a leather settee across the room, wearing nothing but a green satin dressing robe. He watched them, a glass of red wine in hand, his hard cock tenting a panel of his robe.
“I can have him?” Hermione whispered and she reached up to cup her breasts, toying with her nipples. “Him and you?”
Draco placed a kiss on her neck. “Do you want him?”
She whimpered, squirming on his lap again. “Empty. Alpha—please.”
He smiled against her salty skin. “I know. You’re doing so well. We’re going to fill you up.” He locked eyes with Theo and the beta set his wine down and took off his robe, draping it over the settee.
As he approached, Draco warned him, “Slowly.”
Theo nodded, fisting his cock. “Slow and gentle, I know.”
Draco spread his knees and in doing so, opened her legs wide.
Theo dipped his eyes down to her slick core. “Fuck,” he breathed out before getting to his knees in front of her.
She was panting now, desperate and needy, hips canting in little thrusts as she fucked the air.
Draco grabbed her thighs, keeping her legs open and still.
Theo leaned forward, took one of her nipples into his mouth, and sucked gently, drawing a small mew from her. His hands came up to rest atop Draco’s on her thighs.
She tipped her head back on Draco’s shoulder, looking up at him with glazed eyes, little whimpers and please whispering from her chapped lips. She needed water soon.
“More,” she whined, reaching up and placing her hand on Draco’s cheek. He turned his head and sucked her fingers into his mouth, sliding his tongue between the digits.
Theo moved one of his hands to her inner thigh, up and up—
Draco stopped sucking on Hermione’s fingers and grabbed Theo’s dark curls in his fist. He jerked his friend’s head back so that he was looking up at him. “Nothing inside her cunt—that belongs to me and me alone. She doesn’t want anyone else there.” She’d told him so, even if she begged for it while in her omega headspace.
Theo grinned. “Anything you say—anything she wants.”
Draco released him, and Theo dipped his head and sucked Hermione’s swollen clit into his mouth.
She bucked on Draco’s lap, her thighs trembling with pleasure. “Yes, more, more, more,” she pleaded, hips moving as she fucked herself on Theo’s face.
Draco held her steady, letting her ride it out until she came with a cry.
Theo straightened up licking his lips, her slickness on his nose and chin. He started to lean away, but Hermione wasn’t done with him. She moved forward and grabbed Theo’s cock, squeezing it until he grunted.
Draco let her go and she slipped to the floor. She moved her hand through her folds and used her slick to coat his cock. Then she took him into her mouth.
“Oh—Merlin—fuck,” Theo groaned, eyes darting up at Draco.
Draco’s answering smile was all alpha pride. He rubbed his fingers across his omega’s neck, against her glands, as she bobbed her head on Theo’s cock. “She’s perfect. My perfect omega,” he murmured.
She whimpered at the praise, moving her knees wide and sticking her arse up in the air as she continued to suck Theo.
She wiggled her arse at Draco, and he gave her a light slap. “Soon,” he promised her.
Standing, he walked off to get her some water and food. It was important that he make her drink and eat throughout her heat.
He was just finishing putting some slices of cheese onto a tray when he heard the startled cry.
He spun around and watched as Hermione pushed Theo away. She scrambled back, looking frantically around the room utterly panicked, gasping in air.
“Draco?” Theo called out, confused—
Draco dropped the plate and rushed over to her. She turned and saw him. Just as he reached her, she burst into tears. He went to his knees and pulled her against him. She clung to him, crawling into his lap, trying to press every inch of herself against him as if she wanted to be absorbed into him.
“You’re alright—I’m here—I didn’t leave you. You’re such a good omega, I would never leave you …” Draco whispered the sentiments into her hair, rocking her gently.
“I swear, I didn’t—” Theo began, looking horrified.
Draco shook his head, tucking hers under his chin as she cried into his neck. “She gets disoriented sometimes. It’s not you. I trust you, Theo. She trusts you. She just got confused. It’s … my aunt. When she tortured her, Hermione was in heat. Her omega space sometimes gets confused now.”
While Draco held a sobbing Hermione in his lap, he tried his best to keep it together. His omega was hurting and it was his job to make it better. The guilt ate away at his insides and he had to bite down on his tongue to keep from squeezing her too tightly. He shouldn’t have left her without explaining he would be right back. He should have told Theo to move her so she could still see Draco across the room.
They had run into this issue a couple of times. If Hermione couldn’t see Draco, her omega spiraled inside of her, thinking he had abandoned her—again. Like that night, when Bella had found him trying to get her out of the manor to safety. Bella had made sure he could hear Hermione’s screams but didn’t allow him to stay with her. The worst punishment for an omega is to make one think their alpha had abandoned them.
Sometimes this panic even happened if he was fucking her from behind. She would get confused about who was inside of her.
Now, having Draco out of sight and then add in Theo—she probably had thought Draco had gotten rid of her.
He pet her hair, ran his hands along her naked spine, brushed his fingers against her glands until she trembled and calmed, all the while cooing soft words into her ear. “It’s alright. I’m here. I’d never leave you. You’re such a good girl, a perfect omega. My omega.”
Theo had moved away, giving the alpha and omega some space.
Hermione’s nails were drawing blood where she held onto Draco’s back. “Please, please, please,” she cried.
Draco forced her to release him, maneuvering her to her back on the blankets. She grabbed at him, desperate to hold onto him.
“Shhh,” he soothed. “I’m here. Such a good omega, Hermione—you’re such a good girl. My good girl.” He moved his body over hers, pressed her down with his weight, wanting her to feel safe and contained by him. She wrapped her legs around his hips, digging her heels into his arse.
His cock slid into her and he filled her so perfectly that she began to cry again. He bit down gently on her neck, right over her gland and her whole body went taught. He fucked her slow, keeping his teeth on her, wanting her to feel every inch of him as he glided in and out of her. Her body was willing and wanting, her arousal slick on her thighs, on his balls.
When she came, he released her gland to praise her. “You’re so good,” he told her. “You take my cock so well, Hermione. My beautiful omega. Will you come for me again?”
She nodded, tears spilling down her temples, her hands squeezing his shoulders.
He kissed her on each cheek, her nose, all over her face. His cock stroked deep, the angle exquisite as he brushed against her womb. She shattered again, crying out, breath heaving.
“Such a good omega, coming on my cock …”
Draco looked to see if Theo was still hard or if Hermione’s panic had killed this arrangement. He was happy to see Nott still had an erection.
“Hermione?” Draco asked, stilling deep inside of her. “Remember Theo? Our friend?”
She nodded, sniffling, moving her hips to try and get him to keep fucking her.
He rolled over to his back, moving her atop him, cock still buried inside of her. “Do you want to show him what we’ve been working on now? Do you want his cock too?”
She gasped, hips undulating as a gush of arousal seeped out around his shaft and onto his pelvis. “Yes, please Draco—please alpha—you feel so good, but I’m still empty.”
He turned his head to Theo. “Gentle.”
Theo nodded and approached once more, kneeling behind Hermione. He ran his hands over her hips, up to shoulders. She moaned and leaned forward, pressing her tits to Draco’s chest.
Draco cupped her face, brought her mouth to his so he could kiss her. He moved his hips in shallow thrusts, keeping her slickness dripping from her so Theo could gather some and use it to help ease his penetration.
He knew the moment Theo began to push in. Hermione whimpered into Draco’s mouth and her cunt clenched around him. “Breathe, let him in. Remember—you can take him there,” he murmured against her lips.
She nodded, tears welling in her eyes again, her cheeks flushed. Theo groaned, slipping further into her arse, and Hermione’s mouth popped open in pleasure.
Theo seated himself fully inside of her, and Draco felt her come hard and fast, her cunt rippling around him.
“Look at you,” Draco declared. “You’ve done so well. You’re doing so well, Hermione. Taking both of our cocks. Do you feel full now, love?”
She nodded, tears still falling down her cheeks. “Move?”
Theo huffed out a laugh and Draco smiled. What his omega wanted, she got. They’d been working on preparing her for anal over the last few weeks. He’d ordered her a special training plug kit and she had finally felt confident enough to try his cock last week before inviting Theo to join them.
Draco did everything he could to sate her during her heats, but one thing her omega side always said was how she still felt empty. This arrangement with Theo today was a test for a solution to her insatiability. After all, Draco only had one cock, and though he would also use other toys, it wasn’t the same. He knew that.
He trusted Nott. He trusted Hermione. He knew she loved him, and him alone.
“I love you,” Draco whispered to her, just for her, and she preened atop him, moving her hips so as to fuck them both.
*******
When Hermione’s heat ended, when they had both slept it off and let their sore bodies finally get out of bed, Draco sent a letter to Theo, thanking him.
An hour or so later, his owl returned with a box of fresh hot pastries from a French patisserie in Diagon, and a card that read:
You were right.
She’s perfect.
-Theo