Harry Potter: The Lone Alpha Ch. 4

Ch. 4: Double Kill

The door clicked shut, and it was like a switch flipped.

Lavender grabbed his shirt, yanking him in like she’d been starving for this all night. Her lips crushed against his, hot, needy, tasting like butterbeer and something sweeter. Her hands were everywhere—his chest, his arms, slipping under his robes like she needed to feel him, not just touch.

Harry barely had time to react before Katie pressed up behind him, her breath warm against his neck. She wasn’t as reckless, but she wasn’t holding back either.

Lavender pulled back, grinning as she tugged at her blouse, popping the buttons one by one. “You’re not shy, are you, Potter?”

Harry’s hands were already at her waist, pushing the fabric aside, tracing smooth skin. His answer was in the way he grabbed her, the way his fingers dug in.

Katie’s sweater hit the floor. She took her time, watching him, enjoying how his eyes flicked between them. Then she stepped closer, close enough that he could feel the heat of her against his back.

Lavender kissed him again, biting his lip this time, dragging him deeper into this.

Katie’s hands slid lower.

Harry?

Yeah, he was all in.

Lavender wasn’t playing around. She pushed against Harry, walking him backward until his legs hit the bed. Another kiss—hotter this time, more teeth, more hunger—before she shoved him down.

Harry landed with a soft bounce, barely getting his bearings before Lavender straddled his lap, hands pressed against his chest. Her shirt was hanging open now, her lacy black bra barely covering anything, her nipples already pressing against the thin fabric.

Katie, still standing, bit her lip as she watched. She let her fingers trail over her stomach, dragging up the hem of her shirt, but didn’t pull it off yet.

Lavender leaned down, her blonde hair spilling around them as she kissed him again, slower this time. Her hips rocked, just a little, teasing, letting him feel her heat through their clothes.

Harry’s hands slid up her thighs, squeezing, gripping, dragging her closer.

“You take orders, Potter?” Lavender murmured against his lips, her fingers threading through his hair.

Harry smirked. “Depends.”

She grinned, shifting back, reaching behind her. The bra clasp popped open, and she let it slide down her arms before tossing it aside.

“On this?” she teased, arching her back, giving him the full view.

Harry didn’t need to be asked twice. He sat up fast, hands on her waist as his mouth closed around a nipple.

Lavender gasped, fingers tightening in his hair. “Fuck, yeah—just like that.”

His tongue flicked over the hardened peak before he sucked his other hand sliding up to cup her other breast. He squeezed, rolled her nipple between his fingers, felt the way her body melted against him.

Katie let out a soft breath.

Harry glanced at her, catching the way she was watching, her lips parted slightly, her thighs pressing together.

Lavender turned her head, smirking. “You wanna join, or just enjoy the show?”

Katie didn’t answer right away. She just pulled her sweater off in one smooth motion, revealing bare, freckled shoulders and a lacy green bra that hugged her just right.

Then she stepped forward.

Harry smirked to himself. He never expected a welcome like this at Hogwarts. Two hot girls, all over him, ready for whatever. Not bad.

Sliding his hand under Lavender’s skirt, he found her warm and ready, his fingers teasing her slowly. With his free hand, he grabbed Katie by the hair and pulled her in, dragging her lips to his. He kissed her hard, tongue pushing forward, demanding she give in.

Lavender rolled her hips, chasing the friction, her breath coming faster. Harry’s fingers were teasing, relentless, keeping her right on the edge but never quite letting her have it. Bastard. She dug her nails into his shoulders, half in frustration, half in desperation, loving how solid he felt beneath her.

Katie wasn’t just watching anymore. She was waiting. Harry’s hand slid up her thigh, dragging her closer, making her skin burn where he touched. When his mouth claimed hers, there was nothing soft about it—just heat, hunger, and the kind of rough dominance that made her stomach tighten.

Lavender let out a breathy laugh, rocking into his hand again. “Don’t forget about me, Potter,” she teased, voice all honey and wicked intent.

Harry smirked but didn’t answer. Instead, he grabbed Lavender’s hips, lifting her off his lap with easy strength. She let out a breathy little laugh, but the second she realized what he was doing, her eyes darkened, her tongue flicking out over her lips. Katie shifted beside her on the bed, sitting up straighter, like she didn’t want to miss a second of this.

He stood up slowly, stretching to his full height, letting them take him in. Both of them were looking at him like they were starving, like he was the only thing in the room that mattered.

So, yeah. He was gonna make this a show.

His hands went to the hem of his shirt first, fingers hooking under the fabric. He didn’t rush. He dragged it up slow, letting the muscles in his stomach flex as he peeled it off. The second it hit the floor, Lavender’s breath hitched.

Katie exhaled through her nose, eyes dragging over his chest, his arms, the sharp cut of his abs.

Then came the belt.

Harry pulled it free in one smooth motion, the leather sliding through the loops with a soft, teasing hiss. The buckle clinked when it hit the floor. He saw the way Lavender’s thighs pressed together at the sound, the way Katie’s fingers curled against the sheets.

He took his time with the button on his trousers, flicking it open before dragging the zipper down inch by inch.

Lavender sucked in a quiet breath.

He let the waistband sit low on his hips for a second, just to make them wait. Then, finally, he shoved them down, stepping out of the fabric.

Now it was just his boxers, and they did absolutely nothing to hide how hard he was. Thick, straining, the outline of his cock impossible to ignore.

Katie swallowed. “Jesus,” she muttered under her breath.

Then, without ceremony, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pushed them down.

His cock bounced up, heavy, flushed, completely bare for them now.

Silence. Not the awkward kind—the charged kind.

Lavender’s lips parted slightly. Her breath came out shaky. “Oh, fuck,” she whispered.

Katie exhaled hard, eyes locked onto him like she physically couldn’t look away.

Harry just stood there, letting them stare, letting them take it in.

And yeah, he was definitely enjoying himself.

Lavender slid off the bed, landing on her knees with a soft thud. She hesitated for half a second—not because she didn’t want to, but because she wanted to savor this moment. She looked up at him, eyes flicking from his cock to his face, her breath shaky, her cheeks flushed. There was something almost shy in the way she bit her lip, like she was overwhelmed by how much she wanted this.

But that shyness didn’t last long.

Her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, warm and eager, squeezing just enough to make him twitch in her grip. Her lips parted slightly, and she let out a breath, watching the way his length pulsed in her hand. “Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this all night,” she whispered, almost like she was talking to herself.

Harry’s smirk deepened. “Then stop thinking about it and suck.”

Lavender shivered at his words, her eyes darkening, and then she did exactly that.

She leaned in and licked him, dragging her tongue up from the base to the tip, not even bothering to be neat about it. Spit smeared over his length as she lapped at him like she needed to taste every inch. And when she reached the head, she flicked her tongue over it, circling, teasing, her breath coming out in short, hungry pants.

Then she looked up at him again—eyes wide, lips wet, waiting for approval.

Harry just stared down at her, chest rising and falling, his hands resting on his waist like he was perfectly content to let her work for it.

She moaned softly at his reaction and finally wrapped her lips around him, sucking the tip into her mouth, tongue swirling, savoring. A little gasp left her throat, like she was surprised by how good he felt, how much she liked having him between her lips.

She pulled back, spit glistening on her chin, stroking him in slow, lazy pumps. “Fuck, you’re big,” she whispered, almost in awe. “I love it.”

Harry just raised an eyebrow. “Then take more.”

Lavender shuddered at that, then leaned in again, sinking her mouth over him. Her lips stretched around his cock, her throat tightening as she pushed herself lower. She moaned around him, her own thighs squeezing together like she was getting off on this just as much as he was.

Katie had been watching the whole time, her breath coming quicker, her fingers gripping the sheets like she didn’t even realize she was doing it. But now, finally, she moved.

She dropped down next to Lavender, giving Harry one long, heated look before dipping her head lower. She kissed the sensitive skin beneath his shaft, warm and wet, then dragged her tongue over his balls, sucking one into her mouth.

Harry exhaled sharply through his nose, a muscle in his jaw twitching.

Lavender must have felt the way he tensed because she moaned again, sucking harder, bobbing her head faster now. Spit dripped down her chin, her hands gripping his thighs for balance as she took him deeper, desperate to please, desperate to hear him groan.

Katie worked him in tandem, licking, sucking, her breath hot and heavy against his skin.

Harry smirked, staring down at them—Lavender’s cheeks hollowing as she worked him with everything she had, Katie’s tongue teasing him in perfect rhythm.

Yeah. This was exactly what he deserved.

Harry let out a low, satisfied groan, his head tilting back for a second before he looked down again, watching them. The sight of Lavender with her lips stretched around his cock, her eyes fluttering, her throat working to take him deeper—it was fucking perfect. And Katie, right there beside her, lapping at his balls, her soft little moans vibrating against his skin?

He smirked, rolling his hips just enough to make Lavender gag lightly before pulling back with a wet gasp, spit dripping from her lips.

“God, you look so fucking good like this,” he moaned “Mouth so wet, so desperate to take every inch, huh?”

Lavender whimpered at his words, nodding before sucking him back in, her hands gripping his thighs like she needed to steady herself.

Katie hummed against him, dragging her tongue over him again before glancing up. “She’s obsessed with it,” she teased, smirking as she stroked Lavender’s thigh. “Can’t get enough, can you, babe?”

Lavender moaned around his cock, her fingers pumping the base while she bobbed her head faster, sucking him harder.

It was overwhelming in the best fucking way—but he had something better in mind.

He exhaled sharply and pulled back, his hands moving to Lavender’s jaw, guiding her off his cock. She gasped, spit trailing from her lips, her eyes glazed over with hunger. Katie looked up, confused for a second, but then Harry was moving—climbing onto the bed, stretching out on his back, his cock standing thick and slick against his stomach.

“Lavender, back to work. Katie—come here.”

Katie straddled his chest, her thighs trembling as she hovered just above his mouth. He could feel her heat through the thin lace of her panties, could see the way the fabric was already soaked, clinging to her like a second skin. But she was hesitating, holding herself back, her fingers gripping the headboard like she was afraid to lose control.

Harry wasn’t going to let that happen.

With a sharp growl, his hands slid up her thighs, fingers curling around the delicate fabric of her panties. And then, without a second thought, he yanked.

The lace tore with a harsh rip, the sound echoing through the room.

Katie barely had time to react before Harry’s hands locked around her thighs and pulled her down onto his mouth.

Her breath hitched—sharp, startled—before turning into a broken moan the second his tongue dragged over her. Hot. Wet. The first stroke was slow, teasing, just enough for her to feel it. Just enough to make her ache for more. Then he licked deeper, spreading her open with his mouth, tasting her properly.

Her fingers flew to the headboard, gripping so hard her knuckles went white.

“Oh fuck—” she gasped, her head tilting back, thighs trembling against his face.

Harry wasn’t soft about it. He wasn’t gentle. He licked her like he had a point to prove, like he was starving for this, and she was the only thing that could satisfy him. His tongue flicked over her clit, pressing, circling—sucking it into his mouth until she whimpered, her hips jerking against him.

She tried to pull back, tried to lift herself just enough to catch her breath—

But he growled against her and dragged her back down.

Katie gasped, her whole body jolting as he flicked his tongue over her again, sharper, hungrier.

Below them, Lavender was still kneeling between his legs, her breath warm against his cock as she lazily stroked him, watching the way Katie came apart.

“You’re ruining her,” she murmured, smirking. “It’s fucking hot.”

Harry didn’t answer. He just slid his hand between Katie’s thighs, pressing two fingers against her entrance, feeling how drenched she was, how slick.

Katie whimpered. “Harry, please—”

That was all he needed.

He pushed a finger inside, groaning against her when she clenched around him. Tight. Hot. So fucking wet. He worked her open, slow at first, just enough to make her squirm, before adding another finger, stretching her. His tongue never stopped—licking, teasing, sucking her clit into his mouth as he curled his fingers just right.

Katie let out a sharp, broken moan, her whole body shuddering.

“Oh my—fuck—”

Harry smirked against her, working her faster now, fucking her with his fingers while his tongue pushed her higher, deeper into it.

Lavender let out a soft, breathy moan, dragging her lips up his shaft, teasing. “You gonna make her fall apart, Potter?”

Harry exhaled hard through his nose, his grip tightening on Katie’s hips. Then he sucked her clit harder, pumping his fingers deep and fast, relentless now.

Katie’s breath hitched—her body went stiff—then she shattered.

A strangled cry ripped from her throat as her orgasm crashed through her, her thighs clamping around his head, her whole body shaking as she came against his mouth.

Harry didn’t let up. He held her there, licking her through it, dragging it out, swallowing down every last pulse of pleasure until she was wrecked, her body nothing but soft trembles above him.

When he finally pulled back, his lips were wet, his smirk lazy and satisfied.

Katie let out a breathless, wrecked laugh, still gripping the headboard like she needed it to keep from floating away.

Lavender tilted her head, watching her with a knowing grin.

“Damn,” she murmured, licking her lips. “That was hot as fuck.”

Harry wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, exhaling slowly. His gaze slid down to Lavender, who was still on her knees, her chest rising and falling, her thighs pressed together like she was aching to be next.

He smirked.

Lavender was right where she belonged—on her knees, elbows sinking into the mattress, back arched just right, her ass high in the air. Her blonde hair was a mess, sticking to her sweaty skin, and she was panting, her face buried in the sheets, moaning shamelessly as Harry fucked her from behind.

Hard. Rough. Just the way she loved it.

Each thrust jolted her forward, making the mattress creak beneath her, making her nails claw at the sheets like she needed something—anything—to hold onto. She was already ruined, her body trembling, her breath ragged, but Harry wasn’t slowing down. If anything, he was getting rougher, gripping her hips hard, fingers digging into her skin, holding her exactly where he wanted.

“Yeah! Yeah! Fuck, yeah!” she screamed, her voice raw, wrecked, bouncing with the force of every slam of his hips against her ass. “Don’t fucking stop!”

Harry grinned, sweat dripping down his chest as he pounded into her.

Katie’s breath hitched from where she lay, legs spread, fingers slick between her thighs. “Holy shit,” she moaned, watching the way Lavender lost herself, grinding back into Harry like she needed more, like she couldn’t live without it.

Harry laughed, yanking her head back by the hair, his breath hot against her ear. “You’re such a fucking slut for it, aren’t you?”

Harry grinned, lazy and smug, watching Katie lose herself on top of him. Her ass bounced, thighs shaking, every slam of her hips making her gasp, making her nails dig into his stomach like she needed something to hold onto.

“Yeah,” he groaned, voice rough, dripping with filth. “Fucking take it.”

Katie whimpered, head tilting back, her whole body tightening like his words were as deep inside her as he was. She didn’t slow down—she couldn’t. She was too far gone, too desperate, too soaked and aching to do anything but ride him like she needed it.

“Fuck, Harry,” she gasped, her rhythm messy now, frantic.

Harry just smirked, one hand gripping her hip, the other dragging up her back, curling around the back of her neck. He pulled her down, lips brushing against hers, not kissing—just close enough to make her shudder.

“You’re such a needy little thing. You can’t get enough, can you?”

Katie whimpered against his lips, her whole body clenching in response.

Beside them, Lavender was draped against his chest, barely aware of anything but the aftershocks still rolling through her. Her lips were soft and lazy against his skin, pressing messy kisses to his collarbone, her breath warm and slow, completely wrecked. She wasn’t even watching anymore—just existing, floating, his.

Harry smirked against Katie’s mouth, watching her eyes go hazy, watching her unravel.

Yeah. He fucking owned her.

Harry knelt over them, cock throbbing, still hard. Lavender lay beneath him, barely moving, her lips parted, her breath hot against his skin. She was wrecked, but he wasn’t done.

He grabbed her jaw, forcing her mouth open. “Wider.”

She obeyed instantly, and he shoved his cock between her lips, sinking deep in one rough thrust.

Lavender moaned, gagging slightly, but she didn’t pull away. She took it.

Harry groaned, gripping her hair, fucking her mouth, his hips snapping forward, his cock sliding over her tongue, hitting the back of her throat over and over. Spit pooled at the corners of her lips, dripping down her chin.

Beside her, Katie moaned softly, fingers between her thighs, watching, loving it. “God, look at you,” she breathed, rubbing herself harder.

Harry gritted his teeth, fucking Lavender’s throat faster, his grip tightening. “Fuck—” His breath hitched. He was close. So fucking close.

Harry gritted his teeth, his cock throbbing in his grip as he looked down at them—Lavender, her lips still swollen and wet from sucking him, and Katie, panting, her fingers lazily dragging over her own skin. Both of them sprawled out beneath him, wrecked, used, waiting for him to finish.

“Come on, Harry,” Katie murmured, tilting her chin up, eyes dark, hungry. “Give us every fucking drop.”

Lavender whimpered in agreement, lips parting, her tongue flicking out just slightly, eager, desperate.

That was it. That fucking did it.

Harry groaned, his whole body tensing as he let go, pleasure slamming through him like a tidal wave. Thick ropes of heat splashed across their flushed skin—coating Katie’s cheek, streaking across Lavender’s lips, dripping down their chins, everywhere.

Lavender moaned, eyes fluttering shut for a second as she reached up, swiping a finger through the mess on her face, sucking it into her mouth with a filthy little hum. Katie grinned, dragging her fingers along her own slick cheek before grabbing Lavender’s jaw and pulling her in for a kiss—hot, messy, their tongues tangling, sharing the taste of him between them.

Harry exhaled, chest heaving, watching them lick each other clean like they couldn’t get enough.

Fucking perfect.