She growled lowly when Bellatrix tried to buck her off, shifted her hips down and pressed until the burgeoning knot at the base of her cock was bumping hard against the werewolf’s clit. She pressed forward with that momentum, slid out and then back in again. The pace ratcheted up again and Hermione fell deep into her rut, nothing but heat and wetness around her and a puddle slowly dripping to the ruined floor beneath them.