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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