Mate
Another prompt fill for my @drarrymicrofic summer bingo card, marking the squares for werewolves, identity porn, forced bonding. 139 words for the prompt ink. Many many thanks to @poljupci for the thoughtful beta work.
When the Ministry Handlers dropped him off, Harry was loath to be treated like an animal. Now, he howls towards the full moon—a spotlight on the inky sky—as he sinks into his designated mate.
The white wolf smells divine: grass, dirt, something sweet and heady. Harry's lost in the pleasure. He takes and takes, pounding into wet slick heat. Even if he weren't compelled by the bond, this would be addictive. Irresistible.
He shivers when his mate comes with a low growl, the stretch impossible around Harry's knot.
When he wakes up on the forest floor, the light is misty-pale.
A snarl beside him, and white blond hair—uncharacteristically messy.
Malfoy scoffs, canine teeth still sharp despite his human form. "Of course it had to be you."
