Day 3: Alpha/Omega

Day 3: Alpha/Omega

The tension in the air was palpable, a thick, simmering thing that weighed down every corner of their house. Hermione could feel it in the way Bellatrix moved, each step more deliberate than the last, every breath that came from her Alpha-wife a little deeper, a little more ragged. The signs were there—Bellatrix was in rut.

It was always like this when Bellatrix fell into the throes of it. Hermione had learned over the years to recognize the warning signs, the subtle shift from her usual sharpness to something more primal, more dangerous. Bellatrix was still herself, still the fierce woman Hermione had fallen in love with, but during her ruts, that control slipped. And when it did, the animal beneath the surface came out, clawing for release.

The war had changed everything. Bellatrix, once one of the most feared Death Eaters, had been rehabilitated, the darkness in her subdued by the years following Voldemort's defeat. She had worked hard to earn her freedom, to build a life with Hermione, but there were moments when the shadows of her past still crept in—especially during her ruts.

Hermione stood at the counter in the kitchen, her fingers trembling slightly as she poured herself a cup of tea. She could hear Bellatrix upstairs, pacing in their bedroom, the low growl of frustration rumbling in the back of her throat. It had been hours since Bellatrix had locked herself away, trying to keep the beast at bay, but it was only a matter of time before she came for Hermione.

The thought sent a thrill of anticipation down Hermione's spine, even though she tried to focus on calming herself. She knew what was coming. She knew how intense it would be. But even now, years into their marriage, that primal pull between Alpha and Omega was as strong as ever.

She sipped her tea, the warmth doing little to ease the tension building inside her. Her heat wasn't due for a few weeks, but Bellatrix's rut always had a way of bringing out Hermione's instincts sooner than expected. She could already feel the faint stirrings of it, the way her body responded to the Alpha's presence, the scent of her beginning to fill the house like a storm rolling in.

There was a sudden sound from upstairs—heavy footsteps, the door to their bedroom swinging open with a loud creak. Hermione set her cup down, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn't need to turn around to know Bellatrix was coming. The air thickened with the Alpha's scent, a dark, musky thing that sent shivers down Hermione's spine.

The door to the kitchen opened, and Bellatrix stepped inside. Hermione turned slowly, her breath catching at the sight of her wife.

Bellatrix stood in the doorway, her eyes dark and hungry, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath. She was usually so composed, so in control of herself, but now, in the throes of her rut, she looked like a wild thing barely holding back its instincts. Her dark hair fell in tangled waves around her face, her sharp cheekbones accentuated by the way her lips were pulled into a snarl.

"Hermione," Bellatrix growled, her voice rough, raw with need.

Hermione swallowed hard, her fingers curling around the edge of the counter as Bellatrix's gaze locked onto her. She could see the struggle in her wife's eyes, the way she fought to maintain some semblance of control, but it was slipping—she was slipping.

"Come here," Bellatrix commanded, her voice a low, dangerous rumble that sent a wave of heat straight to Hermione's core.

Hermione hesitated for only a moment before pushing away from the counter, her legs carrying her toward Bellatrix as if drawn by some invisible force. The moment she was within reach, Bellatrix grabbed her wrist, pulling her close with a roughness that made Hermione's breath hitch.

"You smell so good," Bellatrix whispered, her nose brushing against Hermione's neck as she inhaled deeply. Her grip on Hermione's wrist tightened, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind her of the strength lying beneath the surface. "I can't... I can't hold it back much longer."

Hermione's heart raced, her skin tingling as Bellatrix's scent enveloped her. She could feel the Alpha's heat radiating off her, could sense the raw, untamed hunger barely contained beneath the surface. It was overwhelming, intoxicating.

"You don't have to," Hermione whispered, her hand coming up to rest on Bellatrix's chest. She could feel the rapid thrum of her wife's heartbeat beneath her palm, the way her muscles tensed and relaxed in a barely controlled rhythm. "I'm yours."

The words seemed to snap something inside Bellatrix. With a low growl, she pulled Hermione even closer, her lips crashing against Hermione's in a fierce, hungry kiss. It wasn't gentle, wasn't careful—there was nothing tender about it. This was pure, unrestrained need, the kind that had been building for days, maybe even weeks.

Hermione moaned softly into the kiss, her hands tangling in Bellatrix's hair as the Alpha pressed her back against the counter. Bellatrix's hands roamed her body, rough and demanding, as if she couldn't get enough of Hermione's skin, her scent, her taste. Every touch sent a jolt of heat through Hermione, the primal connection between them making her body respond with a need of its own.

"Mine," Bellatrix growled against Hermione's lips, her teeth grazing the Omega's bottom lip, sending a shiver down her spine. "You're mine."

Hermione gasped, her body arching against Bellatrix's, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the dark intensity of Bellatrix's rut taking over, the Alpha's control slipping further with every passing second. But even in the midst of it, there was something protective, something possessive about the way Bellatrix touched her, as if Hermione was the only thing tethering her to reality.

"I am," Hermione whispered, her voice breathless as Bellatrix's lips moved to her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin just below her ear. "I'm yours, Bellatrix."

The sound of her name, spoken in that breathless, needy voice, seemed to push Bellatrix over the edge. With a low snarl, she lifted Hermione off the ground, carrying her with ease toward the living room. Hermione wrapped her legs around Bellatrix's waist, her arms clinging to the Alpha's shoulders as her body responded to the raw, primal energy that surged between them.

Bellatrix laid Hermione down on the sofa with surprising gentleness, though her eyes were still dark with need, her body trembling with the effort to maintain control. She hovered over Hermione, her breath ragged, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa as she fought against the rut that threatened to take over completely.

"Hermione," Bellatrix growled, her voice strained. "I— I don't want to hurt you."

Hermione's heart ached at the raw vulnerability in Bellatrix's voice, the way she was still trying—desperately—to hold onto herself even in the throes of her most primal instincts. She reached up, cupping Bellatrix's face with both hands, her thumb brushing over her wife's cheekbone.

"You won't," Hermione whispered, her voice soft but firm. "I trust you."

Bellatrix's eyes searched Hermione's for a long moment, the tension between them palpable. Then, with a deep, shuddering breath, Bellatrix let go of the edge of the sofa, her hands moving to Hermione's waist as she leaned down, capturing Hermione's lips in a kiss that was softer this time, more controlled.

But the fire beneath the surface was still there, simmering just out of reach.

Bellatrix's hands roamed Hermione's body, her touch both rough and careful, as if she were holding herself back by sheer force of will. Hermione's body responded to every touch, every kiss, her Omega instincts driving her closer to the edge of need. The connection between them was overwhelming, the bond they shared pulling them together in a way that made Hermione ache for more.

"I need you," Bellatrix whispered, her voice low and hoarse as she pulled back just enough to look into Hermione's eyes. "I need you, Hermione. Now."

Hermione's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest as she nodded, her hands moving to the buttons of her shirt. Bellatrix's eyes darkened with hunger as she watched Hermione undress, her body trembling with barely contained need.

But even as Bellatrix hovered over her, trembling with desire, there was still that flicker of control, that part of her that was holding back, waiting for Hermione's permission.

Hermione reached out, her fingers brushing against Bellatrix's hand as she whispered, "Take me."

Bellatrix's eyes darkened, her pupils blown wide with lust as Hermione's words broke the last thread of restraint holding her back. In an instant, the rest of their clothes vanished—disappearing with a wave of Bellatrix's hand, her magic responding to her unspoken command. The cool air of the room washed over Hermione's bare skin, sending a shiver through her, but it was nothing compared to the heat radiating from Bellatrix's body.

"Merlin, you're beautiful," Bellatrix growled, her hands now free to roam every inch of Hermione's exposed body, her touch possessive, claiming. Hermione felt a thrill rush through her at the hunger in Bellatrix's gaze, the raw, primal desire that practically radiated from her Alpha.

Bellatrix's fingers traced the curve of Hermione's waist, moving lower with deliberate slowness, as if she were savoring the moment, savoring the feel of Hermione's soft skin beneath her touch. But there was a tension in her movements, the telltale sign of the rut still clawing at her from the inside, demanding release.

Hermione's breath hitched as Bellatrix's hand slid between her thighs, her fingers brushing over her slick folds. Bellatrix growled softly, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction at just how ready Hermione was for her. "You're so wet for me," Bellatrix murmured, her voice a rough whisper as she teased Hermione's entrance. "You need me just as much as I need you."

Hermione moaned softly, her hips bucking against Bellatrix's hand, desperate for more. The Alpha's touch was rough, demanding, but it was exactly what Hermione craved in that moment. Her body ached for Bellatrix's touch, for the release that only her Alpha could give her.

"Please," Hermione whispered, her voice trembling with need. "I need you inside me."

Bellatrix growled low in her throat, the sound sending shivers down Hermione's spine. With a flick of her wrist, Bellatrix summoned the rest of her magic, and in an instant, Hermione could feel the shift in her wife's body—the transformation that came with every rut. The air between them seemed to thrum with power, and Hermione gasped softly as Bellatrix's Alpha cock pressed against her thigh, already hard and leaking with arousal.

The sight of it made Hermione's mouth water, her body trembling with anticipation. Bellatrix had always been breathtaking in her Alpha form, and now, in the throes of her rut, she was a force of nature—raw, powerful, and utterly captivating.

Bellatrix positioned herself between Hermione's legs, her hands gripping Hermione's hips with enough force to leave bruises. The slickness between Hermione's thighs coated Bellatrix's cock, and the Alpha growled again, the sound deep and primal as she aligned herself with Hermione's entrance.

"You're mine," Bellatrix growled, her voice low and dangerous as she pressed the tip of her cock against Hermione's slick folds. "And I'm going to remind you of that tonight."

Hermione barely had time to gasp before Bellatrix thrust into her, filling her completely in one smooth, hard motion. The sudden stretch made Hermione cry out, her back arching off the sofa as Bellatrix buried herself deep inside her. The feeling of being stretched so completely, so suddenly, was overwhelming, but the pleasure that followed was immediate, a delicious heat spreading through Hermione's entire body.

"Bellatrix!" Hermione gasped, her fingers digging into the Alpha's shoulders as her body adjusted to the sudden fullness. The weight of Bellatrix's cock inside her, thick and pulsing, made Hermione's legs tremble, the slick sounds of their joining filling the room as Bellatrix began to move.

Bellatrix's thrusts were rough, fast, her hips slamming against Hermione's with a ferocity that spoke of her rut-driven need. Every movement was fueled by pure, primal instinct, and yet, even in her frenzy, Bellatrix's hands held Hermione with a possessive tenderness that made Hermione's heart race. It was a reminder that no matter how deep her rut took her, Bellatrix would never truly hurt her.

"Fuck, Hermione," Bellatrix growled, her voice hoarse with need as she thrust harder, deeper. "You feel so good—so tight around me."

Hermione moaned, her body rocking with every thrust, her hands gripping Bellatrix's arms as she let the Alpha take control. The pleasure was intense, building with every powerful movement of Bellatrix's hips, the heat between Hermione's thighs growing unbearable. The sound of their bodies coming together, the slick, wet noises that filled the room, only made Hermione's arousal spike higher, her body trembling with the need for release.

"More," Hermione gasped, her voice breathless as she met Bellatrix's thrusts, her hips rolling in time with the Alpha's movements. "I need more."

Bellatrix growled low in her throat, her hands tightening on Hermione's hips as she increased the pace, her cock driving deeper with every thrust. The pressure inside Hermione built higher and higher, the knot of pleasure tightening in her core as Bellatrix's cock hit that perfect spot inside her over and over again.

"Mine," Bellatrix snarled, her voice rough with the intensity of her rut. "You're mine, Hermione—only mine."

Hermione's body arched off the sofa, her head falling back as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her. "Yours," she gasped, her voice trembling. "I'm yours, Bellatrix—please—"

Before Hermione could finish, Bellatrix's hips stilled for a moment, and Hermione could feel the thickness of Bellatrix's knot starting to form. The stretch was immediate, the thickening of Bellatrix's cock sending a jolt of pleasure through Hermione that made her toes curl.

"You're going to take my knot," Bellatrix growled, her voice dark and possessive. "I'm going to knot you, Hermione. You're going to be so full of me."

Hermione whimpered, her body trembling as she felt Bellatrix's knot swelling, the fullness inside her becoming almost too much to bear. The pleasure was overwhelming, the stretch of Bellatrix's cock sending shockwaves of heat through Hermione's entire body. She was teetering on the edge of release, her body begging for more, but the knot was only just beginning to swell.

"Please," Hermione gasped, her nails digging into Bellatrix's shoulders as she clung to her Alpha. "Please—knot me."

Bellatrix's growl was deep, primal, and with one final, hard thrust, she pushed the full weight of her knot inside Hermione, locking them together. The sensation of being filled so completely, so thoroughly, sent Hermione spiraling over the edge, her body convulsing as the pleasure crashed over her in waves.

She cried out, her orgasm ripping through her with brutal intensity, her muscles clenching around Bellatrix's knot as she came hard. The feeling of being so completely filled, so completely claimed, was too much, her body trembling violently with the force of her release.

Bellatrix followed soon after, her knot swelling even further as she came, her cock pulsing inside Hermione as she filled her with thick, hot spurts of release. The sound of Bellatrix's growl as she claimed Hermione was low, dangerous, but filled with a dark satisfaction that sent another shiver down Hermione's spine.

They were locked together now, the knot keeping them connected as Bellatrix's body trembled with the aftershocks of her rut-driven climax. She leaned down, her forehead resting against Hermione's as she caught her breath, her hands still holding Hermione's hips in a possessive grip.

"You're mine," Bellatrix whispered, her voice hoarse but filled with an undeniable tenderness now. "Forever."

Hermione smiled softly, her body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm, but her heart swelling with love for the woman above her. "Forever," she whispered back, her fingers brushing lightly over Bellatrix's cheek.

They stayed like that for a long while, their bodies still locked together, the bond between them stronger than ever. Bellatrix's knot would take time to go down, but neither of them minded. In that moment, there was nothing but the two of them—Alpha and Omega, bound together in the most primal and intimate way possible.