章節 37: Good Girl 101
Waking in Albus' arms always made Hope feel secure. She looked around now at the room's stillness and up at him where his eyes were still closed, his breathing slow and steady. Feeling his calm helped her not panic as she thought back to yesterday's events.
It had all been so sudden. Imagining that tip of a wand gliding across Hope's bare back sent goosebumps down her body. She curled closer to him, pressing her forehead against his ribs and letting his presence wash away her fear. The sun began to soak into the room, even though she knew she'd see frost if she looked outside.
"Good morning." Albus rasped with a soft chuckle, making her look up at him. His smile, which made his eyes glimmer, sent Hope another wave of warmth. She smiled and kissed his lips softly, which he returned with gentle pressure.
It was funny how someone could be so harsh one night with physical pleasure yet so tender just a few hours later.
"How did you sleep?" He asked softly against her lips.
Hope nodded. "Not bad, but I'm pretty sure I had a dream I can't remember."
His fingers stroked her back absentmindedly. "Hm, how about some coffee?"
"I didn't know you could read souls." She grinned, to which he replied with a laugh and then had them rolled in the next moment so she was on her back, and he was relatively hovering over her but still on his side.
Hope's fingertips stroked his chest, touching along the bit of hair there and down his abdomen. Tracing his curved muscles.
Sighing softly as lips ghosted over her throat, she tracked his hand resting on her stomach. Hope wasn't skin and bone anymore; she had been eating a healthy diet and was now at a weight she couldn't easily see her jutting ribs from malnutrition. At first, she'd worried about the changes in her body, though she wasn't sure why. It seemed Newt and Albus alike appreciated her body no matter how it changed.
Almost as if he could read her mind, he trailed his kisses down to her belly. The scratch of his short beard sent a short circuit through Hope's body, and she squirmed her hips, giggling involuntarily.
Albus laughed. "You are so sensitive it's ridiculous…"
Hope scoffed. "I think it's ridiculous you haven't told me what it was like growing up in the stone age. What was it like, by the way, having a pet dinosaur?"
His blue gaze flicked up to her and glinted mischievously. "Excuse me?"
Raising her brows, she bit her lip. "Coffee sounds amazing…" She started to get out of bed, but his fingers had already dug into her sides before she could try.
Hope thrashed as she let out a crying squeal before laughing uncontrollably. Albus' fingers worked harshly up and down her sides with a low chuckle.
"I never imagined I'd have to punish you so frequently, but you and that mouth always seem to run you into trouble."
Giggling and squirming, Hope tried to wriggle away from his tickling fingers but quickly realized that wasn't going to happen as he caged her in with his body. So she did the next best thing and slammed her mouth against his. At first, he continued his merciless assault against her sides and stomach, but as her tongue stroked his, a new hunger was lit between them.
Albus's fingers quickly traveled between her legs, stroking his middle finger through her.
"You're already soaked, Hope." He murmured against her lips.
Hope's breath quivered, eyes closed as she pulled him closer. "I'm always wet for you."
The pressure of his erection filling his night pants sent a shudder down her spine. Her hands instinctively pulled them down enough to hold his veined cock in her hand.
One stroke.
Two.
Albus moaned against her throat as she pressed her lips to his ear. "Fill me up." She begged. "Please, sir…"
That earned her a soft growl. Albus moved to be above her completely. Gazing down at her with fire in his eyes while the tip of his already throbbing cock pressed against her entrance. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, lifting her ups up to rub herself against him.
Just as he slammed his cock into her hot channel, her nails bit into his shoulders, making them both gasp.
It wasn't like with Newt; hot and slow. This was a feverish dance to get to the finish line. He pumped his hips at a harsh rhythm, making the bed frame slam, and Hope's breasts bounce.
Hope's jaw dropped as she felt herself reaching the end of the race, she was almost there, and just when she thought she would fall off the edge of the world, he pulled out. Hope whined in protest, but before she could get a word out, he flipped her to her stomach and pressed her head down. Making her face squish against the mattress as he lined his tip with her entrance again, going into her at a downward angle. He built to the same fast pace again, but every thrust rubbed against the roof of her channel this time.
Now in a sweaty heap, Hope cried out as she came without warning. Her pussy convulsed around his cock, making him swear. She let out another moaning cry as a sharp smack came down on her ass cheek.
Albus' fingers tangled into the back of her hair and pulled at the base of her skull. She saw nothing but flashing lights as he lifted her to sit on her knees in front of him while he was still inside her from behind.
His thumb and index finger tweaked her nipple, making her jump as his lips touched the shell of her ear. "You're going to come again, and then I'm going to teach that mouth of yours a lesson."
He started pumping into her again without warning, her sweaty back pressed against his chest as his cock filled her.
"I can't!" Hope gasped, eyes rolling back as his hand wrapped around her throat, applying pressure to the sides. Cutting some of the circulation of blood flow to her brain. It was like the world was on fire, but she could hear the ocean's roar.
"You will." He growled in her ear, pumping harder as his other hand rubbed fast circles against her clit.
Hope shattered again as if it were nothing. Her world was dragged underwater, but before she could find her breath or sight again, his soaked fingers pressed against her lips. She opened obediently, letting the arousal coating them into her mouth and sucking them clean.
"Good girl." He murmured before lifting her off the bed and putting her on the floor. "On your knees."
Hope didn't hesitate. Looking up at him from the ground, her lips parted for him in anticipation.
Smirking, his thumb stroked her jawline. "You like it, don't you? Being told what to do."
Her eyes flashed gold, a low growl in her throat, but his hand reached behind her head and threaded through her hair. Pulling at the base of her skull, pulling her head back to expose her throat.
Hope allowed him.
She extended her throat, softly whining as his fingers stroked up and down her neck. It was the best, most strange sensation in the world. Submitting to him, knowing full well she didn't have to. Hope had this feeling she could quickly turn the tables if she wanted to, but with him, it was like she didn't want to reach into that dominating side. She could just let herself go and be handled by him, but she knew he'd take her with care because it was him.
It was trust.
A thrill of excitement rushed through her as she watched his hand stroke lightly over his shaft, his thumb circling his tip before guiding it to her mouth. She reached her tongue out, letting him rub his thumb across the surface. Moaning at the salty taste of his precum.
Her mouth opened with anticipation as his cock drew closer, but before she could take him into his mouth, his thumb stroked her cheek.
Hope looked up, seeing his features set into a serious expression she knew all too well. It was an expression of her well-being, and she adored it.
"If you need to stop, tap my leg three times. Understood?"
Hope nodded and lurched forward, taking his head into her mouth. She hardly heard him curse before he thrust further into her mouth.
Breathing through her nose, she nearly gagged. Albus was thicker than Newt, but she wasn't about to back down. Her tongue traced the vein in his cock, his moan spurring her to open more of her throat to him.
"Prepare yourself." He gritted through clenched teeth.
Hope knew what he was about to do, and she held onto his thighs, relaxing her throat and jaw so he could use her mouth how he needed to.
As a fuck toy.
His thrusts went from zero to a hundred. Breathing wasn't an option as he drove his cock in and out of Hope's throat with fierce thrusts. Just as she was starting to think she might need to tap out for air, his cock gave a twitch inside her mouth.
She opened her eyes to see his were pinched closed, but he was heavily panting. Drool and tears continued to cascade down her neck as his hot cum shot down her throat and filled her mouth.
Only when he pulled out and she swallowed hard, was she able to breathe. Her pants came hard and fast, but his gentle massages against the back of her head helped her relax and calm down.
Opening her eyes again, she looked up at him with blurred vision. His contented smile and blissful eyes filled her own soul with a joy she couldn't place.
Knowing she was the cause of his pleasure or Newt's always felt amazing.
They took a moment to collect themselves, and she was still dripping down her thighs as she went into the bathroom to clean herself up and brush her teeth.
Hope took a little longer than Albus did to get ready, but when she was, she went into the main sitting room of his office. He was resting in one of the chairs by the fire, sipping a cup of tea while holding a cup of coffee for her.
Grinning, she skipped over and took the cup before sitting on his lip. Taking grateful gulps, she looked over at him with a smile, seeing he was watching her with a smile.
"You're staring."
Albus chuckled and tucked some loose hair behind her ear. "I'm admiring."
Blushing, she rested her cheek against his shoulder and sipped more coffee. "Do you think I was wrong?" She asked softly as the memories of yesterday came back again. Hope didn't want them to, but it was still so fresh it was all she could think of when Albus wasn't distracting her.
"About?" He asked, raising a brow as he folded the Daily Prophet, focusing on her.
"What I said yesterday. To Newt…" Hope trailed off. "I'm not a bad person. I'd like to think that at least, but a part of me genuinely wants to…"
"Kill." Albus finished for her.
Hope cringed. It was worse hearing it out loud, but it was true.
He was silent momentarily, and she didn't want to look at him. Afraid he'd confirm her fears, she was the monster many were worried she'd be.
Breaking the silence, he finally replied. "I think many parts of you are fighting for instinctual control."
Hope looked at him now, brows furrowing. The part that thirsted for blood, she was sure he meant.
"I think you have…quite a temper," he smiled fondly, "but I also think you know better of yourself to let that side win over. I'm not saying you might not do what you deem necessary, but I think the anger you felt yesterday fed the part of you that has that instinct. The Vampire, maybe even the Werewolf. I also think," he patted her thigh, "that you're starting over controlling those parts with your memories lost. I imagine it was difficult for you when you first began learning, and it will be difficult now as you relearn."
Hope swallowed hard, pursing her lips into a thin line. "But do you think I'm wrong? To want revenge?"
Albus gazed at her thoughtfully. "Many let revenge do more damage to their heart than what's necessary. Letting hate for one can fester into a hatred of many. I'm not saying it's wrong to seek justice, I fully support the sentiment, but I do see what Newt was saying. It's very difficult to bleach it clean once you let that kind of hate into your heart. Your soul. Hate and violence change even the most kind and charismatic people." His fingers stroked lightly along her jaw, his thumb gliding across her lower lip, still slightly swollen from their earlier activities. "As far as you seeking out your own revenge, I can't make that decision for you because, ultimately, you're the one who lives with it. Maybe you'll regret nothing after, or maybe you'll live in the shadow of regret forever. It's not something I can choose for you."
Swallowing a little more coffee, she slowly nodded. A part of her wanted to listen to Albus, to let him and Newt care for everything while she stayed secret behind their protective shields. Then there was another part of her that wanted to storm the field. A piece that gave a battle cry before ripping her enemies apart.
At this point, she was still determining which side would win.
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