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His first rut of the season was coming.
Regulus knew the signs. He felt restless, going for walks around the house several times a day, only to collapse from fatigue an hour later. He had swung by the cottage at Godric’s Hollow for Eddie’s third birthday three days ago and hadn’t left since.
He tried his best to stay out of everyone’s way as they went about their days, but he still felt underfoot. He wanted to scent James endlessly. James was approaching his heat and even with Lily in the house, six months pregnant, his instincts wanted nothing more than to push his mate into a lustful heat.
James reached across the couch and threaded his fingers through Regulus’. He lifted their hands up to his face and planted a light kiss on Regulus’ knuckles, as if he was the alpha. Regulus raised an eyebrow at the display. What are you doing? James only smiled and rubbed Regulus’ wrist against his neck, humming. Despite the innocent bliss on his face, they both knew what he was encouraging.
Regulus sighed. “So needy.”
James only leaned over and nuzzled himself into Regulus shoulder. He kissed his scent gland and Regulus felt the remains of his energy snuff out. His eyes drooped and James laughed into his neck. “Don’t fall asleep. You haven’t had second breakfast yet.”
Regulus groaned. His pack never missed an opportunity to tease him for his alpha traits. He spent years trying to keep them locked away, refusing to be controlled by base instincts – despite that being both unhealthy and unproductive. He had since accepted that his instincts weren’t a point of shame, as his mother had taught him, but that didn’t mean he enjoyed being yanked every which way by hormones.
The worse part of pre-rut had to be the insatiable hunger. He routinely ate three days worth of food in one. Despite having a large breakfast only a couple of hours before, he was undeniably hungry. The mention of food cut through his fatigue, but only slightly. After all, he had a willing omega to bed when his rut came, his pack were safe and healthy. There was little to keep him from sleep – Merlin knew he wouldn’t getting much during his rut.
“Are you going to feed me?”
James stretched lazily. He wriggled his glasses up his nose without much success. “You want me to cook for you?”
It was a terrible idea, of course, though he liked the imagery his mind conjured. The reality was, like most of his other mates, James was born with a silver spoon and couldn’t cook to save his life. Much like Sirius, his parents had never considered James might be an omega. They raised him to be an alpha, like them, and even after James presented they hadn’t course corrected. James was spoiled, opinionated, and hopeless at anything domestic that wasn’t showering children with love.
But oh, he was so good with kids.
Regulus reached out, compelled to scent James again. He wanted to breed him desperately. He wanted to see his belly swell with Regulus’ seed. He wanted James to love their children endlessly, in a way Regulus’ parents never had. There was only one way to do that.
James grinned wickedly, as if he could read Regulus’ mind.
Ruffled by the look, Regulus drew his hand away. His old anxieties disliked being so known. Being unreadable had always kept his world steady when everyone around him wanted to fall apart. It was hard to set that aside. “I’ll see if there’s anything in the kitchen,” he said, pushing James off him.
Lily refused to have servants. She would rather do housework herself than have strangers in her home. She preferred this cottage over sprawling manors. “Big enough to fit, cosy enough for family,” she had once told him, Regulus didn’t understand the sentiment but James and Pandora agreed and Regulus hadn’t asked again.
Through the kitchen window, he spotted the kids. A light snow had begun to fall. Harry, Luna and Eddie were attempting to build a snowman with the slurry in the back garden. Lily and Pandora watched on, referees for any argument that might erupt.
He found an apple in the fruit bowl, significantly emptier than it had been earlier in the week, and bit into it as he searched for more food. There were two leftover sausages in the cold box, which he heated up with a wave of his hand. He bundled each sausage into a bread roll and carried the plate back out to the living room.
James was reading an old Quidditch magazine, which meant he was hopelessly bored. James never reread anything. For most of the year, he filled his days with training and matches but his team, like all professionals, took a break over winter.
Officially, it was because of the weather, but most people knew that was bullshit. School teams played winter games all the time and there was no need to stop training altogether. No. The tradition had become set for a different reason. Alphas rutted over the winter and so the timetable accommodated. The alternative was alphas off their game and no one wanted that. Of course, no consideration was made for omegas. No one expected omegas to play professionally, only to watch from the sidelines – or work as a manager. James called bullshit on that too and forced his way onto a pro team.
“The kids are building a snowman.”
James threw the magazine onto the coffee table. He sat up, then glanced out if the window. “Is their enough snow?”
“Definitely not.”
“Not yet, you mean.” James rushed out of the room and into the garden with renewed purpose. He strode down the steps with more confidence than most alphas would manage.
Pandora was crouched down by the snowman, helping Luna pick out the perfect pair of sticks for his arms. Luna had picked up several oddly shaped and sized sticks to choose from, none of them quite qualifying as suitable for the task, but she looked very proud the collection regardless. Meanwhile, Lily sat on a nearby couch swing, gently hugging her belly.
Pandora turned her head to the side as James approached. “I thought you were watching Reggie.”
“He’s here.” James looked back at Regulus.
He had stayed by the doorway, hastily trying to finish his snack before joining everyone. They caught him at a very inopportune moment, as he struggled to shove the last bite into his mouth.
He scowled as they smiled at him. With only crumbles left on his plate, Regulus floated it back into the kitchen and walked down the steps to join them. He tried to reassert as much dignity into his stride but knew it was for naught. He could just hear Mummy’s lecture on manners.
Setting that aside, he surveyed the snowman. “Now, what are you three building?”
Harry was the only one to look up. Luna was busy sorting through her stick collection and Eddie, the youngest for now, was trying to pack the half-melted snow higher and higher. The snow was very much determined not to be turned into a snowman, so the process took up all of his attention.
“Guess,” Harry ordered.
Regulus considered their creation. He hummed with deliberation before saying, “A castle.”
“No!” Harry said. “It’s not a castle.”
“It’s not? Well, let’s see… hmm…” he looked over the mound with intense consideration. “It’s an egg. A snow egg.”
“No,” Harry said, exasperated now.
“Oh!” Regulus pretended to gasp with realisation. “Is it a snowman?”
Harry grinned brilliantly. “Yes! You got it!” He tapped a reassuring hand on Regulus’ arm. “I knew you could.”
“I appreciate your confidence.”
The four-year-old went back to his task of collecting more snow.
Hunger sated, Regulus fatigue pressed against him. He met Lily’s gaze and pointed at the over side of the swing chair with her chin. As Regulus made his way over to Lily – and rest – James plopped down beside his sons and whispered into their ears. They giggled as James subtly drew his wand. With a few flicks of his wrist, a burst of perfect snow began to fall from the sky. Luna squealed with delight.
Lily sighed as Regulus sat down. “He spoils them.”
“It’s just a little magic.”
“Madame Cartwright-Smith says we should give them opportunities to use their own. To challenge them, rather than overwhelm them with encouragement.” She frowned. “I was hoping Harry might work it out himself.”
“He’s only four, Lily. There’s plenty of time.” Regulus wrapped his arm around her and she leaned into him. “He’ll be fine.”
“I know. I know. It’s the hormones. I can’t help but worry.”
Regulus hummed. He understood that well enough. He pressed his nose to Lily’s neck, breathing in the scent of a pregnant mate and feeling more at peace than he had in days.
They watched as James, Pandora, and the kids finally assembled a proper snowman. He didn’t see all of the process himself, drifting of for a much-needed nap, but woke up to see the three children celebrate their achievement. He smiled faintly as James lifted up each of the kids to add their section of the face. Harry and Eddie with the eyes, Luna with carrot nose.
With the project done, Pandora and James led them back into the house for a nap of their own.
Lily shifted to look at him. “Are you coming in, or is this your new bed?”
Regulus tightened his hug around her for a moment, he loved having her all to himself for a moment, before shaking his head. “I need to walk the grounds again.”
“My brave alpha.”
The light sarcasm wasn’t lost on him but his annoyance was soon forgotten since she kissed him right after. They pulled apart and Regulus helped her walk back into the house before starting down the garden in its entirety.
He reached the small gate that led down to the greenspace between their street and the local farms. He layered on more wards, despite having done just the same that morning, and rubbed his scent into several crevices. Once he was confident the back entrance was secure, he rounded the edge of the property. Renewed energy flooded through him. No stone was left unturned; no potential breech – no matter how small – unchecked.
It was a headache, really, this part of pre-rut. By the time he had circled the entire house, the kids had finished their naps and lunch was served. Eddie insisted on sitting on Regulus’ lap for the entire meal, which he didn’t mind, even if it did mean the occasional food spill. He could just imagine what Mummy would say about the children’s manners. They’re only young, he told himself, pushing back the thought. He had long since resolved that Mummy wouldn’t get to meet any of them until they were much older (or she had a complete personality transplant). While none of his pack had ever said anything, he knew they appreciated that decision.
After lunch, Regulus and Pandora made their way to the library. With his rut so close, Regulus wanted to finish up as much of their research as possible before then. A few loose ends needed tying before he was confident Pandora would be able to make sense of his notes while he was… unavailable.
He started with the stack of magic theory magazines he left on the desk. He carried them all over to the an armchair by the windows, his instincts telling him to keep a lookout. Logically, he knew they were safe. The house was ancient, steeped with defensive magic and his own wards were flawless. He had made sure of it. Despite that, the need to be sure clung to him, summoned from deep within. It wasn’t something he could erase no matter how hard he tried.
Once he assured his inner alpha that, yes, he could see the street from here, he was able to get back on task. Organising his hasty notes and wild theorising in the margins of various journal articles into a neat, legible report took longer than he anticipated. His mind kept wondering off, lewd thoughts beguiling him until he jolted back into reality.
Pandora slipped in and out of the library, carrying dried herbs and books. They were researching the utility of applying magic to potion ingredients before brewing. The project combined Pandora’s Herbology expertise with his interest in magical theory. And, more recently, Severus skills in potions. When Regulus had told her about his new potioneer, he hadn’t yet slept with Severus much less made him a mate. Regulus knew he needed to bring it up soon but the timing never seemed right. It certainly wasn’t right then, hours from his rut.
Regulus and Pandora operated around each other with the seamlessness that only came from being life long best friends and then lovers. Back when Pandora's late mate, Xenophilius, had first passed, Regulus had been by her side. He had been desperate to tell her how much he loved her. He never did. In school, she had told him the same thing, baring her heart only for him to shoot her down cruelly. He had been a stupid kid - indocrinated by archaic ideas. A female beta could never be his mate. Not according to the family. She may have come from the right family, a Rosier, but House Black was desperate for powerful alpha heirs. So he stayed silent, holding her as a friend as she cried for her dead husband. He took care of little Luna and ignored Evan's side-eyes. A year later, she found with Lily (and James by extension). It was only when crisis struck her pack that Regulus finally had enough courage after years of gathering it up. The deaths of Fleamont and Euphemia Potter had left James with a large inheritance and no legal protections. Two female betas did not qualify as appropriate custodians of such wealth under wizarding law. James’ uncle, Charlus, an alpha, had tried to swoop in and claim the estate for himself. When James had asked Regulus to act as his alpha, he had accepted. Of course he had. Unfortunately, at that point, Regulus couldn’t put off the conversation any longer. He had been a flustered mess, for the first and only time in his life, as he confessed to the girl he had adored since he was twelve. By some miracle unexplained by the laws of magic and existence, she kissed him back.
Looking across the library, his eyes caught on her lips and the memory of that kiss came back in full colour.
He forcibly dragged his mind back to his notebook. The words waited for him but they might as well have been written in a different language for all he comprehended. He tried for several more minutes until Pandora leaned over the back of his armchair. “I think we should take a break.”
He pursed his lips. If he took a break now, he could guarantee he wouldn’t return to the library for several days. “I want to get this done.”
“Reg.” She rounded the chair and met his gaze. “You’ve been staring at that page for twenty minutes.”
Regulus wouldn’t have argued with her – it wasn’t twenty minutes – only… she had a point. His brain had turned useless on him. He sighed and closed the book before leaning back into the armchair. He looked up at her. Her faced was slightly pink; her eyes tracked his movements, the beginnings of desire visible in her heavy lids. Looking at her now, he realised how much pheromones he was releasing – had been for some time. The entire library was swathed with his scent.
“You said we should take a break.”
Pandora reached up and pulled out her hair band. She loosened her braids, her blonde curls unravelling onto her shoulders. She regarded him with a small, teasing smile. A question behind her eyes. “I’ve done enough work today.”
Regulus wasn’t sure if he pulled her onto his lap or if she moved there herself, Regulus’ hands only managing to chase her, but their lips met regardless. He entangled his fingers in her hair. Merlin, he loved her hair. Her lips. He tried to deepen the kiss but Pandora pulled away. “Wait,” she told him, and Regulus felt a growl trying to escape his throat. He forced it down. Pandora drew her wand and cast a locking charm on the library door, then she was back in his mouth.
She sat astride him. His arousal pressed against her robes. He rocked against her, hungering for more. She had him mostly trapped in the chair. Her legs pressed against the arm rests either side of him. He pulled at her robes; fingers unsteady as his rut took over.
Pandora broke their kiss. His lust screamed at him to hold her down, to take her now, but he fought against it. He trusted her. Pandora wouldn’t leave him hard and wanting, not with his rut upon him.
Pandora bobbed her hips against him, quelling his worry, and quickly undressed. She dropped her outer robes on the floor, then did the same with her blouse, leaving behind only her chemise and brassiere. Tiny ruffles embroidered with rare magical plants framed the pale skin below her shoulder blades. Her cleavage rose and fell sharply as she breathed.
Regulus explored every section of skin now exposed. He brushed on kiss on the soft curves above her chemise, then slowly, he moved higher. He nuzzled her scent gland and breathed in deeply. Betas didn’t have the strong smell of omegas and alphas but that just gave them opportunity to experiment with fragrances. Pandora smelled like a garden, as if a dozen flowers were blooming in his nose. She was never one for simplicity. Between it all, he found his own scent. He shuddered, revelling in the smell of mate, mate, mate.
He languished more kisses across her shoulder before returning to her gland. He licked it and felt her tremble against him. He hummed and sunk his teeth into the skin. She cried out as her back arched. Her legs tightened against his hips; her entire body electrified as he renewed the mating mark. He licked the now sensitive skin, loving how it make her gasp. There was something to said for rut-pheromones. He usually had to work so much harder.
Done marking her for now, Regulus kissed a trail up her neck and back to her mouth. He groaned as she began to ride him harder, setting a new, headier pace. He traced a hand down to her waist. He pinched the skin just above her drawers, both because she liked it and to warn her of his next move.
She slowed her motions, offering his hand access. He slid his fingers through the split fabric of her drawers and found the mane around her cunt. He ran his fingers up the folds, feeling the wet heat waiting for him, his cock jumping at the sensation, until he reached her clit. He played with it, enjoying the little gasps she made into his mouth.
Pandora’s own hands made quick work of his robes. They came away easily, just as he intended when he dressed that morning. She pulled away from his lips. He growled in protest. Not again. He needed her–
Her mouth locked onto one of his nipples and she began to suck. He moaned. The sensation messed up his rhythm around her pussy but she didn’t seem to mind. She licked rings around his other nipple, stealing away the remains of his rational mind. He hardly noticed as she unbuttoned his trousers, not until she wrapped her hands around his length. Her thumb and forefinger hugged the slight bulge at his base, already widened with his rut. A loud moan escaped him as her other hand took the rest of his cock.
His back arched against the armchair as she ran her hand along his cock. Desperate to return the favour, he slid his finger slowly into her wet hole. She sighed with pleasure, head falling against his chest, hips rolling into his finger. He gripped her arse with his free hand, needing to hold her close. Entangled like this, he could smell her arousal. Want. Want. Want.
Their tongues embraced as she pumped his dick. Pre-cum seeped from his head. Their rhythm steadied, drawing them both closer to climax. He rubbed her clit with his thumb as he eased a second finger into her hole. She worked at him harder, faster, quickening the rock of her hips at the same time.
“Pan– Pan–” he struggled to say her name, unable to complete the thought as the pressure of her hand stripped him of any sense he managed to claw back from the haze of his rut. “Please.”
Understanding his request, Pandora tightened her grasp on his knot, gripping him hard with her entire fist almost if she wanted to crush it. Desire rocketed through his gut and shot out of him as his knot swelled against her fingers and his cum coated the tight space between them. He fell back against the back of the chair again, the room gone, only his cock and her hand remained.
With her other hand she nursed his length, milking him as he covered them again and again with semen. It felt so good, though his rut wouldn’t allow him to be satisfied with a single hand job, even as more cum spilled out between them, his addled mind wanted more. He wanted to be inside her. He needed to be.
He thrust his fingers into her cunt more insistently, drawing her into climax. She clenched against his fingers, wetness flooded over his hand and coated her drawers, layering over his own cum. She closed her eyes, still – slowly – running her hand up and down him. He drew his slick fingers out of her pussy and grasp her hand. He brought them both up to his mouth and licked off the taste of their exploits.
Pandora drew their hands away from his mouth and sunk them into her own. Her other hand let got of his knot. The sudden release felt wrong, but he ignored it, too entranced by her gaze. She was so beautiful: her ruffled hair, her golden-brown eyes, her cheeks flushed a brilliant red. She let go and he let his hand join the other, holding her close to him, enjoying in this moment of clarity as his knot went down and his rut faded away.
She caressed his face.
“I love you,” he said, still finding the phrase awkward on his lips.
She smiled softly. “I love you too.”
Pandora shifted to sit on his lap, cleaned away their mess with a spell, before setting her head on his shoulder. She traced patterns up his neck, along his Adam’s apple, and down his shoulder. There was a simple, private peace to the moment – something Regulus never wanted to end. All too soon, her scent stirred his desire and his cock hardened, nudging her leg. He groaned. Sometimes he hated being an alpha. Everything would have been so much easier if he had been born a beta. Maybe, if he had, Sirius would still–
He pressed his nose into the crook of her neck, desperately needing a distraction from the what-ifs that had plagued him since his brother had run away from home. But Pandora’s scent wasn’t the thick, all consuming one of an omega. It was sweet and perfect, just… not enough.
She rubbed her thigh against his cock, bringing it alive, dislodging all thoughts of his old pack.
“I want to knot you,” he murmured, not sure if what came out of his mouth could be understood. The fleeting moments of peace and clarity were fast away – ushering back the haze of his rut.
She chuckled into his shoulder. “Well that’s predicable.”
He didn’t want to do it here. Not on the chair. He nudged her forward, pushing them both off the seat. She didn’t catch herself, choosing instead to sprawl onto the floor. He caught himself above her, hovering above her on his hands and knees. She laughed as he pressed his nose into the top of her cleavage, longing for more.
She planted her feet on the floor, lifting her hips into the air before wrapping her legs around him one by one. Once more pressed against his length, she gave him enough room to untie her brassiere and unwrap the ribbon around her. He struggled to stay on task as her body rubbed against him. Finally, the brassiere fell away from her. He nosed away the ruffles, lapping at each new section of skin he uncovered. Her breasts were as wonderful as he remembered.
He eased her hips back to the floor and pressed her against the floor. He rubbed himself against her thigh but it wasn’t enough. Nowhere near enough. Knot her, his instincts urged, knot your mate. Unable to fight the urge any longer he lifted his face away from her chest and sat up. He yanked off her drawers, then removed his trousers, uncaring where either article of clothing ended up.
Pandora opened her legs; her eyelids hung heavy with desire. He resisted the urge to simply enter her right then – she wasn’t an omega. No matter how wet she was, he needed to make sure she was ready to take him. He slid down her body until he reached her cunt. He slid his tongue through her folds. She moaned, shaking, as he eased in and out. He licked at her clit before pressing his tongue back inside her, tasting a fresh flush of wetness.
He worked at her quickly, ignoring her whines and moans. She pressed her thighs against his head. He wasn’t sure it was an encouragement or a silent request for him to slow down. It didn’t matter. He wanted her ready as soon as possible. She cried out, over and over, as her cunt flexed and more moist slick flooded out of her.
His name slipped from her lips as she began to rock into his face.
Knot her. Knot your mate.
He withdrew his tongue from her hole one last time and pushed her thighs away from his head. She opened her legs as he gripped his cock. He lined himself up to her hot, moist hole and pressed in. She moaned. More pheromones flooded out of him; his body desperate to arouse her. He slowly sheathed himself inside her.
His rut took over completely. Nothing – nothing was more intoxicating than being here. Inside another. Inside his mate. He pulled most of the way out before thrusting hard. He slammed them into the floor over and over, riding into her, hungering from release. She pushed up towards him, matching his rhythm. He felt her come again, the muscles around him clenching hard, but he wasn’t done.
He barely heard the library door unlock but he looked up anyway. Alert to penitential interference, ready to fight any– it was James. Regulus continued to pound against her as the omega slid into the room. He didn’t care how debauched he looked, what James had caught him doing, all he could think was: you’re next.
James took a deep breath, falling against the door. His face was flushed with pre-heat. His scent was mingled with Regulus own. The room was so full of pheromones James would probably be in full heat by the time Regulus’ knot had gone down. Good. Breed your omega. Breed your mate.
Pandora tugged at his hair and all his attention was back on her. Her breasts, no longer bound, bounced with each of his thrusts. The linen of her chemise twisted and bunched in a way could only be described as debauched. His knot began to swell, pressing against her entrance, widening, widening, it until it was almost too much. Until he wasn’t sure if her cunt would let him in again. His knot finally locked him inside her encompassing heat. He shouted as his cum flooded into her, filling her.
He rocked their hips a couple times before stilling. He kissed her all over, tasting the sweat on her skin. His cunt sucked up his cum. She was so tight against him. He could feel her heavy breathing press against him, massaging waves of pleasure and with every rise and fall of her chest.
Pandora relaxed on the floor, content to let him pour into her for as long as he needed. She played with his curls, teased his tender nipples, and generally amused herself as he filled her up. She rubbed the back of his neck, then his scent gland. She murmured praise he didn’t entirely understand but recognized the tone. He hadn’t noticed the tension in his shoulders until her words released it. He sighed.
She continued to speak but he was too far gone, too trapped in his own bliss, to comprehend a word. It compelled him though, to mark her again. He bit into the other side of her neck. She shuddered with pleasure, clenching against him and he gushed into her once more. I love you. I love you. I love you. He wanted to say but all that came out were vulgar moans.
James’ voice fluttered near his ear. Regulus turned his head up towards it and found James’ hazel eyes only inches from his own. He smiled and cupped Regulus’ cheek. His lips moved – he was talking, probably – but all Regulus could focus was how much he wanted to press his tongue between–
James kissed him, biting his lower lip and drawing out a groan. It brought him over the edge again, he spilled into Pandora, gasping into James’ mouth. James moved behind him, holding him, rubbing his hard cock against his arse as if he was the alpha. Regulus refused to break the kiss, chasing James’ mouth. James leaned into him, filling the air with new, intoxicating scents: slick, heat, James.
Regulus groaned, pheromones spilling off of him in response. More. More. More.
James broke the kiss to whisper a spell. Regulus’ hole tickled and clenched as the magic cleaned him. No sooner had the sensation faded something warm and wet pressed against his arse. It massaged at his entrance, made far more pliant by his knot. After careful, practiced work, James pressed a finger into him. Discomfort rolled off him, but Pandora licked his scent glands, overly sensitive due to his rut, to settle him. Pleasure rushed through him, wiping away anything else. His entrance widened to accommodate James’ finger as the slow, steady flow of his cum surged into a torrent once more.
Together they worked him until he was wide enough for an omega’s cock. James rubbed his slick everywhere, whatever wasn’t used dripped onto the floor, as Regulus had none of his own.
He abandoned Regulus’ mouth – only for it be claimed by Pandora – and turned his focus on entering Regulus from behind. His cock wasn’t nearly as large as Regulus’ own, but it felt massive as James eased into him. Regulus’ dick throbbed, pumping inside Pandora with every inch James pressed inside him. Once inside, James stilled, nibbling at Regulus’ scent glands, allowing him to grow used to the intrusion.
Pandora hummed into his mouth, sweet and amused. Regulus reached up and fisted both of their heads, entangling his fingers in James’ messy but short hair and Pandora’s blonde waves. He tugged at their scalps, demanding more. They obliged. James thrust out and in, riding Regulus in slow, firm strokes. Pandora clenched around him, milking his dick, while her hands worked at his chest and her tongue played with his mouth.
James’ thrusts grew ever faster. Regulus felt stretched wide, waves of pleasure leaving him trembling, gasping. He shouted as James’ cock drove deeper into him. The press of his thrusts ground Regulus into Pandora’s hips. He rubbed against her clit with every strike, urging her towards her own climax.
James bit down on Regulus’ neck as he drove himself over the edge. He spilled all over Regulus’ arse. The smell of his cum hung the air, joining the other scents. He hugged Regulus, wrapping his arms around his waist, content for now as Regulus continued to cum into Pandora’s pliant hole. Regulus ground against her clit until she came against him. He saw stars as she orgasmed against him. Then she lay down again, sated, and closed her eyes.
It was another forty minutes before his knot finally went down – proof how far into his rut he already was and how well the two of them had worked him. Pandora roused as he pulled out of her. She smiled up at him, floppy and satisfied. Merlin, she was so beautiful.
Regulus stretched before standing. He offered them each a hand and helped them to their feet. James wrapped his arms around Regulus’ centre. Regulus held him close. It wasn’t often that James was willing to top – Regulus slipped his hand between the curved of his cheeks and felt the slick pooling there – he would have to thank him later.
“We should go to the manor.”
“I’ll apparate you two,” Pandora offered.
Regulus couldn’t deny the wisdom of that. There was a difference between thinking clearly enough to hold a conversation and casting advanced magic. And James’ eyes were already going lecherous as Regulus’ pheromones shifted from knotted alpha to free to fuck. There was no chance he could cast the spell safely.
She hooked her arms at the elbows and spun on the spot. In a blink, they were standing at entrance of Black Manor. She opened the door and stepped into the foyer. The moment she let go of James, he clung to Regulus.
“Empty,” he groaned.
“I know.”
Regulus pressed his hand on the small of James’ back and urged him inside. Pandora closed the door behind them. She smoothed out her chemise. It reached just below her cunt and covered none of her legs. Regulus ran his eyes up her, wanting to take her again, to make sure she pupped.
“I’ll be off–”
“Stay,” he said.
Pandora shook her head. “I should go back to Lily.”
Regulus’ chest tightened. “I–”
James moaned impatiently into his shoulder. “Empty.”
“You heard the man. I don’t want to keep him waiting. Your rut is for him, remember? I can sleep with you any other day.”
“You’re sure?”
“Why do you think I got to you first?”
Regulus sighed. “I’m see you in a few days.”
“Enjoy.” She planted a final kiss on his lips and then apparated away.
The moment she was gone, James ran out of patience. He bit down, hard, on Regulus scent gland and flooded Regulus was the overwhelming desire to fuck him. He grabbed James by the hips and slammed him into the wall, sheathing himself deep into James’ hole – ready, wetting, and waiting. The last few days of scenting were all the preparation James needed.
Regulus bottomed out as James sighed with relief. With two sharp thrusts, his knot swelled and by his fifth, they were knotted together. They were far from the bedroom, but Regulus found no reason to care.