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was in their gazes. He was the most badass of the Dirt Track Dogs in their eyes. Probably merely because he had the coolest scars, but still. They wanted to be Blister when they grew up.
    His gaze found hers and she grinned, giving him a little wave.
    “How long?” Aaron’s rough voice made it past the cheering to her ears.
    “What?”
    “How long have you been mated?”
    She turned to look at him. “Four years. Five in March.”
    “Five years,” he murmured to himself. “I would’ve thought it was more recent, the way you two…”
    “The way we what?”
    He shook his head. “You remind me of newlyweds. The whole bunch of you do, really.”
    Annie frowned. “It’s just the way of the wolves. There’s a bond that keeps us close, dedicated.”
    He scowled, staring at his hands. “Not all wolves work that way, Annie.”
    “Are you sure? How do you know?”
    “ Santa! ” Gracie screamed. “There he is, Santa! Mom, look! It’s him, it’s really him!”
    Annie glanced up to see the final act of the parade. It was always Santa in his sleigh bellowing HoHoHo as Rudolph pulled him along.
    “You coming to the community dinner after this?” Annie asked her brother.
    “Don’t know. Why?”
    She shrugged. “We’re all heading over there after this. The dogs volunteer to serve meals every year. They like to chat it up with the elderly, make ‘em laugh. It’d give you something to do tonight.”
    Really she just wanted him around. The more he was around, the more the wrongs done to him seemed to be rewritten. The more Christmas magic seemed to work on his scroogey heart.
    “I’ll think about it,” he said. “Still held at the community building.”
    “Yep.”
    “Show up,” Punk murmured. “I dare ya.” But there was a hint of playfulness in her voice, and Aaron responded with another roll of his eyes.
    ***
    “Oh, angel. This is very, very naughty.” Blister dragged his hand under Annie’s shirt, moving up her spine until he reached the nape of her neck, gripping it gently to still her movement. “I don’t think Santa would approve.”
    She giggled all sexy like. A trill of tinkling bells, followed by a sultry groan. “Well, I’m not sitting on his lap, am I? I’m sitting on yours.”
    Her cute little maternity skirt was hiked up around her waist, and he had no idea where her panties had gone, but he could see all of her, glistening and ready for him as she circled her hips, grinding her plump ass against his hard cock.
    “And I approve,” he rumbled. “I very much approve. God, do I approve.”
    They were locked in a secondary room at the community building, with only the moon through the tiny window for light and a thin door separating them from the residents taking part in Christmas dinner. And her brother. He was there too, observing with that bumfuzzled look on his face.
    If Annie moaned too loud or someone with a key needed in, Blister would be caught with his hand in her beautiful cookie jar.
    Naughty mate .
    His pants around his knees, perched on the edge of the desk chair, he used one hand to hold his erection steady while the other one on her neck urged her down.
    Her wet heat slid over him in a slick glide that told him his mate had needed him for a while. Those sexy looks she’d given him while he spooned mashed potatoes and made small talk, were exactly what he’d thought they were.
    “Aw, baby,” he groaned at the feel of her.
    He looked down, watching his length disappear beneath the globes of her ass. He grabbed them with both hands, squeezing to move her.
    She whimpered, and he wanted to be wild with her. Last time was sweet. This time, he wanted to remind her who she’d mated.
    “That good, mate?” he husked in her ear, and she nodded. “It’s about to get better.”
    Carefully, he stood, forcing her to do the same.
    “Lean forward on the desk,” he directed, still buried deep within her body. “Use your hands to keep steady. Tell me if your back hurts.” The