Anira

I must be completely out of my mind to walk straight up to him without even trying to run away. But the thought of him suffering makes me anxious and afraid. I don’t want to cause these feelings in Auror, even if he’s a grumpy, irritable ogre.
“We need to talk,” I say as I walk through the door and lock eyes with him.
“I was going to fetch you.”
“Were you afraid I would run away?”
“I wouldn’t let you. There are sentinels at the city exits. If you tried, they’d bring you back to me.”
“Have you heard of illegal detention?”
“I am the law here, Anira. You are my mate, and nothing will keep you from me.”
“I think I’m going to leave.”
“GRRRRR!” A loud growl, like a warning, echoes through the house.
“Stop acting like an ogre! I could have run away, but I’m here. Don’t make me regret this crazy, unorthodox decision.”
“You irritate me easily.” His rough, deep voice sounds furious.
“Not like you don’t do the same to me,” I retort.
We stare at each other while he walks past me and closes the door.
“My bags are in the car,” I inform him.
“After I show you our room, I’ll bring them in.” I swallow hard at this information.
“We’ll be sharing the same room?” I ask, curious.
“That’s what mates do.” His response makes it clear how obvious this seems to him.
Anira Montecião, I think you’ve just sold your soul to the devil.
We reach the room, and it looks nothing like the other one I was in. It’s completely dark, with black furniture. I walk through the enormous space, and Auror seems restless. I can feel his body vibrating.
This isn’t normal, no, no, and no.
“I’ll leave you alone,” he says, exiting as if he’s running from something or someone—namely, me.
As I pull the heavy curtains aside, I see that night has fallen outside. The restlessness is overwhelming, and it leaves me anxious. Suddenly, Auror enters the room with my bags and exits just as quickly as he came in. Each time he comes near, I feel my body vibrating, as if we’re both sensing something connecting us. I know he feels it too because he wrinkles his nose every time he gets closer.
I feel completely lost and unsure of how to act.

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Auror


Restless, that’s how I feel every time we get close. So this is how companions feel? Maybe all of this will end when our bond happens. I don’t want it to be when we're at the peak of heat; I would hurt her, but I don’t know how to approach her.
I walk into the kitchen when I realize we haven’t had dinner. Slowly, I begin to organize her food. The staff had left before she arrived, and Black asked them to leave everything ready. I recall very little of the time when I could be in human form, but I follow what I saw my father do with my mother. The old Vont’in did everything to make his companion smile.
Even though my mind gets lost a bit due to the scent and the urge to dominate her so she understands her place, I can’t be like that. She already thinks I’m a monster, and let’s say my version doesn’t help change that view.
I rub my hands over my face trying to calm down. For the first time in centuries, my feral form bothers me.
I slowly carry the food to our room.
"I brought your dinner," I say, placing it next to the bed.
"For me?" Her question makes me huff.
"Yes."
"Thank you!"
Slowly and somewhat suspiciously, she begins to eat with the delicate manner typical of human females. Her hair shines, and I feel a vibration coming directly from her body to mine. It’s such an intense magnetism that I need to control my arousal to keep from becoming erect. If my form already scares her, if I get aroused, she’ll run away.
The angelic bodies were prepared by the goddess to receive us. Will it be the same with her? And how do I explain that, like dogs, we stay attached after the act?
"What do you want to talk about?" Her voice pulls me from my conflicts.
"Nothing, just eat!"
"I’m done. You’re so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t pay attention to anything I said."
A growl rises from my throat as if it has a life of its own, and she widens her eyes. I stand up and walk over to her, taking her tray and leaving the room. My body temperature is nearly as hot as liquid lava; I’m hotter than usual.
I decide to wait for her to fall asleep before I return to the room to sleep.
Almost at dawn, I come back and see she’s asleep, clearly exhausted. I usually sleep without clothes, but I keep a thin loincloth to avoid scaring her. Slowly, I settle into bed and try to relax. I know I won’t sleep; at night, I stay in a complete state of alert, and I can go days without sleep without it affecting me. I stare at the ceiling in the dim room, only illuminated by the moonlight.
I try to acclimate my senses to her scent while controlling the intense urge to initiate our bond. A few low growls escape, and it takes all my self-control to stay where I am. I would never do to her what I do with the females from the South during the heat.
The night progresses, and I become more aware of her body. Anira seeks something and slowly moves closer to me until her body is pressed entirely against mine. When she is close enough for me to feel her skin, her body seems to relax.
I go on high alert; my body reacts and burns. It’s impossible to control; my member is exposed, hard, and leaking, and I feel it soaking through the thin cloth covering me.
"Auror..." Her voice is a whisper.
"Are you awake?" I clench my teeth to avoid scaring her with my current state.
"I’m burning; my body feels like it’s going to split apart."
I smell the air and almost roar in maddened frustration; she’s aroused. Her scent fills the room like a damned gas.
"Anira, move away. I can’t control myself any longer."
"Please, call me Ann." Her voice is very different from a few hours ago, and her hand starts to stroke my stomach, making my muscles tense even more. "Your body is hot, your fur is soft. I thought it would be rough, but it feels like light feathers."
Her hand moves to my chest and then begins to dangerously descend toward my member, causing me to clench my jaw.
"Anira..." I warn through my teeth.
"Please, Ann, not Anira."
"Ann, what are you doing?"
"Following my instincts, because our bodies seem like magnets that need to be together."
"It’s the bond. It wants us united; don’t force yourself into this." Her hand tightens around my member, and it’s impossible not to growl in pleasure.
She seems indifferent, in a trance, and I feel her hand beginning to slip inside the garment that separates us. Only now do I realize she’s wearing a large shirt bunched around her slim waist and tiny panties—none of which helps my self-control.
In a swift move, she sits on top of me, and I close my eyes to avoid losing control.
"Why don’t you look at me?"
"I’m trying to control myself. You don’t seem fully awake and might regret this."
"Auror, look at me." The power in her command is almost impossible to disobey. When I open my eyes, I see her removing her shirt.
Her full breasts make me salivate, and as she begins to gyrate, seeking relief, it’s impossible for me to hold back. I let out a loud growl, turning her around and switching our positions, and she gasps in surprise.
I tear off her panties, leaving her nude, and as she arches her body, she seems hypnotized, releasing short, needy moans like a female in heat.
Angelic females need stimulation all over their bodies, unlike férnus who only require penetration. I trail my tongue over her salty, addictively delicious skin. With every inch I descend toward her entrance, the scent intensifies until my mouth is there. I taste her, and my entire body erupts in agony.
My tongue explores her flesh, savoring her taste, and the scream she lets out when I enter her is so loud it nearly drives me insane. I continue to stimulate her because after the first pleasure, angelics are ready to receive us. Her body prepares for her mate, allowing her to welcome us for mating.