Christmas for the Wolves & a Wolf for Valentine's Day (Grey Wolf Pack) (4 page)

He carefully undid the tie and bared her body to him. “Then I pulled your panties off except…

Terri sniggered as he ran his hands over her hips. “Except I’m not wearing any now.”

“Mmmm, even better.” He bent her legs up before placing them on his shoulders. He flashed a wicked smile. “Then I did this…”

Mal plunged his mouth down and swiped his tongue over her wet slit. Terri dug her hands into the couch as she moaned in delight. He dipped his tongue in her channel before sucking on her clit.

He drew back to admire her flushed body. “Then I couldn’t wait a second longer…”

Mal freed himself from his boxers, kneeling up he aligned himself with her sex and thrust inside her. Terri gasped at the sudden feeling of fullness as Mal’s wolf roared in contentment.

“Fuck baby you’re so tight, feels so good…”

His eyes glittered to the amber of his beast as he pulled out and began driving himself inside her. Terri clutched at the couch as he took her with long, hard strokes. It was just as wonderful as their first time.

“You’re so beautiful, baby…”

His hips slapped against her flesh as she let out tiny exquisite moans.

“I want to feel you come…”

Mal leaned over her, trapping her and deepening the angle of penetration, making her legs slip off his shoulders and rest against his biceps.

“I want you to come around my cock…”

He crashed against her sensitive nub every time he forced himself inside; she could feel her release thundering towards completion.

“Do you want that baby? Do you want to come?”

Mal quickened his movements, fingers digging into her thighs.

“Yes…” she hissed as an orgasm cascaded through her body.

With one final, hard thrust Mal roared as he exploded. His wolf bellowed in pleasure at being with their mate.

Mal massaged her thighs, placing delicate kisses on her skin, soothing her back down to earth. He was reluctant to part from her; he enjoyed the feel of being joined so intimately and of her inner muscles contracting around his softening manhood.

Terri stroked his cheek. “I love you, so much.”

Mal gave her his cockiest grin. “Yeah, you do.” He placed a hand on her stomach. “But not half as much as I love you.”

His wolf howled. Mate.
Mine
.

Hans & Melanie – Christmas in Bunk Beds

23
rd
December

Hans Lucas fidgeted awkwardly.
He hated this
. He hated interfering in other people’s love lives. He certainly wouldn’t appreciate anyone else interfering with his.

Although on reflection, perhaps if someone had, it would have saved a lot of heartache. He was ashamed to think of the way he had treated his mate, Melanie Ramirez before they got together. He had hated witches ever since one killed his father. So when he discovered his true mate was a witch, he had been standoffish.
Alright, in truth he had been a raving asshole
. It pained him to think of how much hurt he’d caused her. She said she forgave him, but he would always feel a little guilty. Melanie said the only sure fire way to get rid of that guilt, was always to do whatever she said.
He didn’t know if he could agree to that.

For one thing, Melanie had this need to play matchmaker. He grouched that it was none of her business what people did with their lives, but she looked at him with her big, round, brown eyes and told him she just wanted everyone to be as happy as they were. He melted at that.
Yep, the angriest, most disagreeable wolf shifter in the whole of the Grey pack turned into a puppy with one look from his mate.

Recently, Melanie had noticed the attraction between her best friend, Kayleigh and his best friend, Don. She had persuaded Hans to put in a good word to Don about Kayleigh, then, not long after, the two of them mated. Melanie was thoroughly pleased with herself for the turn of events. Hans pointed out that Kayleigh and Don were in fact true mates, and most likely would have gotten together even if Hans hadn’t briefly mentioned to Don how nice Kayleigh was. Melanie’s enthusiasm wouldn’t dampen though.

Since then, Melanie had also managed to set Fran, a human who worked at the library, up with a jackal shifter who frequented Pizza Moon, the pizza parlor Hans and Melanie ran together. Now Melanie had her sights set on getting Carly Finlay, the pack Omega, together with Hans’ brother.

Hans had a soft spot for Carly. She’d always been kind to him, and never took offence when he raged against her.
But, he just didn’t think she would make a good match for his brother Acksel
.

Acksel was the pack’s Chief Enforcer; he was a couple of years younger than Hans, and a lot more handsome. Not things that used to bother Hans, but since he found out that Acksel had been attracted to Melanie, and had asked her out on a date, he was infuriated. Melanie had said no of course, and Acksel had no idea of the connection between Hans and Melanie, but still he couldn’t help the angry, possessive nature of his beast.

Grudgingly, he did admit that Acksel would make a good mate, but he doubted it would be with Carly. After Carly’s parents had left the pack,
abandoning their daughter
, Carly lived with their family. While Carly had a crush on Acksel, Acksel came to love her like one of his sisters.
Although, she was much less irritating than any of their three sisters, at least in Hans’ opinion.

Hans tried to tell Melanie that, but she was adamant they’d be great together. She was particularly keen since Carly’s most recent boyfriend, Bryce, had cheated on her with a human called Carrie, and then dumped her.
Bryce was an obnoxious asshat
.

They were at the pack Alpha’s wedding reception. Hans had eschewed wearing a suit and instead wore slacks and a black shirt. Melanie was wearing a tight, black, sheath dress. It was modestly cut at the front with a high neckline and reached down to just over her knees, but the back was breathtaking. It was almost completely backless, with just a couple of strings holding the dress together. It showed off an expense of her beautiful caramel skin, as well as the tattoo she had gotten for Hans. Hans had numerous tattoos, stretching over one arm and part of his chest. When Melanie realized she wanted to be with Hans, she got a tattoo on her lower back of a wolf with his name blazoned underneath.
He loved it, as much as he did the bonding mark he had given her
. As soon as he could, he had Melanie’s name tattooed over his heart.

Melanie had now enlisted Hans, to get Acksel, to ask Carly to dance. Hans hadn’t wanted to, but Melanie had promised him it would be worth his while. With that, she had sashayed to the bathroom, an extra wriggle in her gorgeous, round ass.

His wolf howled at him.
No way he wanted to miss what she had planned
.

Excusing himself from his table, where Don and Kayleigh, in a rare moment between dances, were talking to Carly, he sought Acksel.

Acksel was acting as a groomsman; unlike Hans, Acksel was a good friend of the Alpha. It was natural for wolf shifters to instinctively obey their Alpha.
That wasn’t the case for Hans
. When the Alpha issued him an order, his wolf impulsively told him to disobey. Hans didn’t feel the same pull of authority that other wolves did, making him almost rogue.

If it hadn’t been for first his mother, and then Melanie’s influence, he probably already would be a rogue. He kept himself in check for their sakes,
and avoided the Alpha as much as possible
.

Acksel raised his beer to his brother.

Hans raked his hands through his short hair. “You need to ask Carly to dance.”

Acksel shrugged. “Sure. I’m guessing this is Mel’s idea?”

Hans didn’t say anything.

“She knows I’m not interested in Carly, right?”

Hans groaned. “I’ve told her but she won’t listen. She’s stubborn.”

Acksel chuckled. “She’d need to be to put up with you.”

Acksel slapped his brother on the back and went in search of Carly; Hans glowered after him. Hans’ body hummed, and a second later, Melanie snaked her arms around his waist, leaning her cheek against his back.

“Well done, see, that wasn’t hard, was it?”

Hans watched as Acksel danced with a smiling Carly. He grunted.

He put his hands over hers and frowned as he felt her clutching something. Carefully, he pried her hand open, and his wolf yipped ecstatically to find she was holding her lacy, black thong.
He’d been thinking about it ever since she slid it on earlier that day.

“Fuck, sugar…”

“Let’s have a little fun.”

Melanie slipped away and sauntered to the exit with Hans chasing, panting madly. He caught her outside in the parking lot next to their truck. He slid his hands round her and licked her neck.

“Sugar, I don’t think I’ll last until we get home…”

“Home? Who says we’re going home? Come on, it’s freezing out here.”

Melanie fished the truck keys out of Hans’ pocket, and they scrambled inside. She knelt on the seat, unzipping his pants and releasing his hard cock. She fisted the base, and leaning down she engulfed his length in her mouth as far as she could.

Hans groaned at the glorious warmth of his mate’s mouth. She began bobbing her head up and down, swirling her tongue. She directed her other hand to her sex and began rubbing her clit, making moaning vibrations around his manhood.

Her ass wiggled as she became even more excited, and Hans reflected that anyone walking past the truck could see it waving at them.
No, he couldn’t have that
.

He pulled her mouth off him and maneuvered her, so she was sat over him, with her back to his chest. He hiked her dress up to her waist and pulled her down on his engorged penis. She cried out in pleasure, as he filled her to the brink.

Melanie braced herself with one hand against the window, as Hans began bouncing her up and down his swollen shaft. Her orgasm quickly began to pick up speed, the white hot heat readying to explode. She massaged her clit and contracted her inner muscles around him, making him grunt at the unbelievable tightness.

Finally, he couldn’t hold on, and he dragged her hips firmly down and burst inside, triggering her screaming release. Hans bellowed her name as his wolf howled. He wrapped his arms round her and held her as her body jerked and shuddered around him. They reveled in their shared feelings of love and satisfaction.

Hans kissed her neck. “Let’s go home.”

Melanie hesitated between giving in to what she wanted, and being polite
. If they were to disappear, it would be a bit rude.
“But the pack…”

He rubbed his chin over the bonding mark sending tingles straight to her womb. “I’ll text Acksel; I’ll tell him we had to leave suddenly because you got sick. I’ll tell him I needed to get some medicine in you.”

His softening cock stirred inside her. “Oh, is that what we’re calling it now? Medicine?” she purred.

Hans chuckled. “Is that a yes?”

“Did you really think it wouldn’t be a yes?”

“Nah.” His wolf roared in happiness.
Mine
.

*

24
th
December

“Come on wake up!”

Melanie slapped Hans’ bare butt.

Last night after their car adventure they’d returned home, driving pretty erratically since Melanie hadn’t been able to keep her hands to herself, and Hans had trouble concentrating. At home, they moved from room to room, until they’d finally fallen asleep in bed naked, slightly tangled in the sheets.

“Ughhhh, don’t want to,” groused Hans laying face down on the bed; he pulled a pillow over his head.

Hans yelped as Melanie pinched his butt cheek. “Next time I’ll use my teeth.”

Hans rolled over, watching as she moved around the room in a pair of panties and almost sheer vest. He could see the outline of her dark nipples. He growled gutturally.

“Hey! No, none of that,” she warned, clucking her tongue. “We need to get round to your mom’s house. It’s already gone noon.”

Hans huffed, and lay back on the bed. “I still don’t see why we can’t just stay here.”

Melanie threw some underwear into a suitcase. “Because, your mom wants all her children round her for Christmas.”

“It’s not like we live far away; we could just drive there tomorrow. Hell, we could just walk there!”

Melanie threw a towel at him. “It’s not the same. She wants us all there to wake up together on Christmas Day. I think it’s nice, I can’t wait to meet your sister Noa.”

Hans’ younger sister Noa was 18 and had recently gone to college in Florida to train to be a vet. His other sisters, Britt and Gwen, were 16-year-old twins and drove him bananas.

“Just imagine an older, taller version of the twins and you’re there. In fact, I do a great impersonation.” He cleared his throat. “Boys, lip-gloss, boys, miniskirts, boys, New Girl, boys, boys.”

She arched an eyebrow. “I’m impressed that you actually know what New Girl is, but is that how you think I am too?”

“Not you sugar, you’re more, ‘Hans is a sex god, Hans is the world’s greatest lover, Hans has ruined me for other men.'”

Melanie looked at him sourly. “Wow! That was uncanny. Now go shower sex god.”

He scrubbed his hands over his face. “Ugh! It’s gonna be awful! Five days trapped with my sisters is enough to test a fucking saint!”

Melanie folded a shirt into the case. “I don’t know; I’m kind of looking forward to it. I haven’t celebrated Christmas in years, not since my mom died. It’s not much fun to celebrate when you’re alone.”

A sharp twinge of guilt shot straight to his heart.
He was selfish
. He’d never needed anybody until he met Melanie, and he wanted her all to himself. He never even considered that, after years of aching loneliness, what she needed was a family.

Wordlessly he got up and walked over to her. He kissed her nose. “I’m sorry, sugar.”

He walked to the shower and stopped in his tracks when he heard one word from her. “Sucker.”

“Ugh, that’s it!” He turned and threw her over his shoulder. He carried her to the bathroom and placed her in the shower, turning the water on full pelt.

She shrieked and playfully slapped at him as he dragged her into a soul-searing kiss. “I love you sugar, you know that right?”

“Yep, that’s why I know you’re going to come with me to your mom’s house for Christmas. And, that’s why you’re going to enjoy yourself, whether you like it or not.”

Hans slid his fingers through her wet underwear. “Anything you want, sugar.”

*

A couple of hours later they finally made it to his mom’s house. Ilse Lucas was human. When her true mate died, Noa was just a baby. A while after, Ilse remarried another wolf, a friend of her late mate’s who also lost his true mate. Soon after, she gave birth to the twins. They ran the pizza parlor together until he died too.

After she had been widowed, in spite of the old Alpha’s displeasure, she remained as a member of the pack. The old Alpha had never whole-heartedly approved of wolves marrying other species, pumas he could just about tolerate, but not humans. He believed humans weakened the gene pool, so it was through sheer force of will that any wolf in the pack took a human as a mate, and through steely determination that Ilse had remained with the pack after both her husbands’ deaths.
Ilse often said Hans got his stubborn nature from her
.