Fleur watched as her sister's veela rose up in her, feeling her's do the same. She let out a soft growl, marking her stance as the Alpha.
Catching the tossed fabric, Fleur brought them up to her lips, her eyes never leaving Gabrielle's as her tongue darted out to lick the wet spot on them. "Mmm, souer. You are tres wet for me, non?" she teased.
Moving forward, Fleur kneeled on the chaise, one knee between Gabrielle's legs, pressing up against her sex as she still hovered over the younger Delacour.