They had done this so many times when Bellatrix was just a human, and for a brief moment Hermione wondered just how different it must feel, how much better it must be for her to finally have the anatomy that Hermione was designed for. She could properly receive, properly appreciate it. She pushed herself against that wet heat and felt the wolf settle down around her, a pressure of desire that burned molten hot with slickness, no effort at all to pick up a harsher pace.