noxious perfume. He wouldn’t enjoy smelling that up close. It irritated him. He wanted to smell her natural scent, and more than anything he wanted to scent himself on her.
Soon he had realised his brother was also following her. He watched as his brother shifted and chatted with her. Acksel stood there in front of her, completely naked talking to her. He couldn’t hear their words, if he were any closer Acksel would have noticed him, but he had heard the trill of her laughter. Yeah, Acksel was fucking hilarious.
Then Acksel put his hand on her, he was naked and he had put his hand on her. Less than an hour after they had been together she was allowing another man to touch her.
Hans’ mood had darkened even more and he could barely stop himself from racing over to them and tearing her away from him. His wolf was barely contained. His skin had tightened and quivered as his body tried to shift.
He had followed them back to Melody’s house and made sure that Acksel left. He couldn’t think about what he might have done to his brother if Acksel had gone inside with her.
Hans had waited while she showered, which was quite frankly tortuous. He then stood beneath her bedroom window and listened carefully until her breathing slowed and he was sure she had fallen asleep.
He had walked away hurriedly into the woods stripping his clothes off. He had needed to go for a run, his wolf had been hounding him and Hans had needed to appease him somehow. The run had taken the edge off... sort of. After three hours he had returned somewhat more relaxed to retrieve his clothes, and checking that Melody was still asleep had then gone home to collapse exhausted.
His ire at his brother had not abated though. In spite of the venomous perfume she wore Acksel surely must have scented Hans on Melody, their potent sex filled the store room. He had already spent ten minutes in there that morning revelling in it. He felt for her panties in his jeans pocket and smiled, or at least glowered less. God he really was a perv .
So either his brother had been too distracted by Melody to scent him on her or he hadn’t cared . Both of those scenarios royally pissed him off.
Hans had claimed her body first. She was his . His wolf rolled around like a puppy. No, no, no she wasn’t his . She just wasn’t free to be Acksel’s. Hans groaned at his own twisted logic.
He hated what Melody was and didn’t want to be with her, yet he wanted to murder anyone else who might even show a tiny, iddy biddy bit of interest in her. Was he really that selfish? His wolf snarled proprietarily and Hans realised that yes, he was.
His mind went back to their encounter in the store room. She had been so eager, so compliant. Her body accepting him, stroking him, urging him on. It was the greatest relief he’d felt in... well that he’d ever felt. His body yearned to crush her against him and wrap her around him.
No, what happened was a mistake. Witches were evil, they were deceitful and tricked men into giving them what they wanted. Hans had to stop thinking of her as anything other than a great fuck. A fantastic fuck, the best he’d ever had in fact. No, he had to stop thinking of her full stop .
Acksel though... it hadn’t occurred to him that his younger handsome brother would take an interest in her. He’d never been jealous of Acksel before, but the thought that Melody might find his brother more attractive than him sent hot bolts of rage through his body. Women flocked to Acksel, women ran from Hans. At least the smart ones did . The thought that Melody would choose Acksel over him was painful, and made him want to punch Acksel. Repeatedly .
He glanced at the clock. It was 11.15am. Melody had been due in for her shift 15 minutes ago. She was late, she’d never been late before. Guilt spread through him. Maybe after the way he had treated her she
Soon he had realised his brother was also following her. He watched as his brother shifted and chatted with her. Acksel stood there in front of her, completely naked talking to her. He couldn’t hear their words, if he were any closer Acksel would have noticed him, but he had heard the trill of her laughter. Yeah, Acksel was fucking hilarious.
Then Acksel put his hand on her, he was naked and he had put his hand on her. Less than an hour after they had been together she was allowing another man to touch her.
Hans’ mood had darkened even more and he could barely stop himself from racing over to them and tearing her away from him. His wolf was barely contained. His skin had tightened and quivered as his body tried to shift.
He had followed them back to Melody’s house and made sure that Acksel left. He couldn’t think about what he might have done to his brother if Acksel had gone inside with her.
Hans had waited while she showered, which was quite frankly tortuous. He then stood beneath her bedroom window and listened carefully until her breathing slowed and he was sure she had fallen asleep.
He had walked away hurriedly into the woods stripping his clothes off. He had needed to go for a run, his wolf had been hounding him and Hans had needed to appease him somehow. The run had taken the edge off... sort of. After three hours he had returned somewhat more relaxed to retrieve his clothes, and checking that Melody was still asleep had then gone home to collapse exhausted.
His ire at his brother had not abated though. In spite of the venomous perfume she wore Acksel surely must have scented Hans on Melody, their potent sex filled the store room. He had already spent ten minutes in there that morning revelling in it. He felt for her panties in his jeans pocket and smiled, or at least glowered less. God he really was a perv .
So either his brother had been too distracted by Melody to scent him on her or he hadn’t cared . Both of those scenarios royally pissed him off.
Hans had claimed her body first. She was his . His wolf rolled around like a puppy. No, no, no she wasn’t his . She just wasn’t free to be Acksel’s. Hans groaned at his own twisted logic.
He hated what Melody was and didn’t want to be with her, yet he wanted to murder anyone else who might even show a tiny, iddy biddy bit of interest in her. Was he really that selfish? His wolf snarled proprietarily and Hans realised that yes, he was.
His mind went back to their encounter in the store room. She had been so eager, so compliant. Her body accepting him, stroking him, urging him on. It was the greatest relief he’d felt in... well that he’d ever felt. His body yearned to crush her against him and wrap her around him.
No, what happened was a mistake. Witches were evil, they were deceitful and tricked men into giving them what they wanted. Hans had to stop thinking of her as anything other than a great fuck. A fantastic fuck, the best he’d ever had in fact. No, he had to stop thinking of her full stop .
Acksel though... it hadn’t occurred to him that his younger handsome brother would take an interest in her. He’d never been jealous of Acksel before, but the thought that Melody might find his brother more attractive than him sent hot bolts of rage through his body. Women flocked to Acksel, women ran from Hans. At least the smart ones did . The thought that Melody would choose Acksel over him was painful, and made him want to punch Acksel. Repeatedly .
He glanced at the clock. It was 11.15am. Melody had been due in for her shift 15 minutes ago. She was late, she’d never been late before. Guilt spread through him. Maybe after the way he had treated her she
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