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Harry’s husband was a werewolf. Sometimes Draco let him be with the werewolf.

It was all rather dangerous.

And hot.

The moon loomed over the meadow like a luminescent pearl. The warm grass was dipped in milky white.

And Harry was with his wolf, petting him, cuddling with him.

“I love you, Draco,” he murmured, kissing his white snout.

The wolf’s amber eyes gleamed at him. Harry continued petting him, cooing nonsense at him, but then the wolf growled impatiently.

They both knew what it wanted from Harry.

“You’re not going to like it,” Harry murmured. “When you wake up, I mean.”

The wolf bared his teeth. Its expression said, Do I look like I care?

Chuckling, Harry undressed and laid back on the grass. He sighed as the wolf began to lick him all over his body. Its tongue was hot and wet, and it lingered in all the right places.

Then it was licking his cock, making him hard, and Harry moaned and luxuriated in the sensation.

Yes, shagging the wolf was dangerous, but it also made him feel protected, so protected.

“Good pup, good boy,” Harry moaned, a hot tongue lapping at his tip.

The wolf huffed in annoyance. Somewhere beneath the beast was Draco, still being himself, and he did not care for Harry calling him pet names.

Things began to turn desperate, white-hot, and Harry squirmed and begged. The wolf, now aroused, tried to mount him, but the angle just wasn’t right.

“Wait, wait,” Harry panted, and shoved over onto his stomach, presenting his arse.

The wolf licked between his cheeks, over his hole, slobbering, and Harry cried softly and pushed back.

“I need you, love, I need you,” he babbled.

Then the wolf tried to mount him again, his claws on his back, and this time, the angle was just right.

The wolf thrust forward, over and over, mindless, until its tapered cock finally sank deep.

Harry cried out and fisted the grass. “Draco!”

Snarling, the wolf humped him in its beastly, mindless way. Its doggy cock was just so hungry for Harry’s arse.

“Yes! Yes!” Harry cried, nearly buckling under the strength of the wolf’s savage fucking.

The wolf snarled again, drool dripping onto his shoulder, its hot fur brushing his back.

Harry came untouched when he felt the wolf’s knot utterly ruining his hole. He cried against the ground, shuddering, throbbing all over, as he released so much seed.

Exhausted, he collapsed forward, and the wolf continued to use him, over and over. Its knot swelled to an unmanageable size. Harry shouted in pain when they were finally locked together.

The wolf panted in his ear as it emptied itself, so much doggy wet filling him up.

“Give me your pups, give me your pups,” Harry moaned, mindless, nearly asleep.

Then Harry passed out, still plugged up.

When he woke up, he found himself cradled in Draco’s human arms.

“You reckless, stupid man,” Draco growled tiredly.

“Morning, love,” Harry said, beaming. He leaned up and captured his husband’s lips in a kiss.

Draco kissed him back hungrily. “I’m surprised the wolf didn’t ruin your arse.”

Harry grimaced as he stretched. “It definitely got close.”

Draco bared his teeth unhappily.

“Oh, hush,” Harry said. “You loved it, too. The wolf loved it.”

Narrowing his eyes, Draco growled, “Perhaps.”

Snorting, Harry kissed his husband again.

Weak sunlight was peeking through the trees, lighting up the world.