The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

The Pack: Rule Number 1- No Mates

Chapter Forty–Three

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Quinns speed boat pulls into the wharf as a bolt of lightning blanes across the sky. The rain is perity much hammering down and the pair of us are socked to the skin. All fog has completely disappeared, lowing the island in a sparkle of diektuen with the promise of a stom. My eyes go straight up the cliff toward the bosse and the bright yellow window on the third story.

Fuck hope

last thinking that Braven might be up there in my bed is enough to heat the chill fr my bones.

“We both better stay here tonight,” say a leap out onto the stairway

Te the bo

Quinn nods, TI be the boat up. I want to take a run through the woods.”

My evebrines, go up as another flash of light flickers above us right on top of an earth shaking ramble of thunder. “Forget the run. This sill is right on top of us.

Quinn knows better than to argue, even though I see the disappointment in his eyes. The man has an unhealthy obsession with lightning. On a land this small a storm like the one that’s about to hit can be downright deadh. No matter what you are – wolf or human.

cannell food the moment I step onto the porch and my stomach growls in reminder that I haven’t eaten since this moming. Unlocking the door I am greeted with the unmistakable sound of Dave’s throaty laughter and my eyes go straight bij het.

She’s fresh from the shower and wearing one of my long sleeved button up shirts. The damn thing probably reaches her knees, but she’s sitting on the couch with her legs folded under her, granting anyone with a dick an eyeful of soft caramel fish. Leking on ber mostly bare legs, my chest rumbles with anger and I grit my teeth,

ready to map

Kidawaddare.

Even so, I’m fuck fuming

at me and all!

the lay in her eyes

into my chest, her arms going around

the bare skin of my neck.

and I can’t move. “I’m wet,” I say.

smiling into my shut. Tim so glad you’re

all warm and goory

and spin her around, ignoring the amogant looks coming In my brothers in the dep–locking their view of her with my body, I push her toward the states:

allow her to lead me up two flights of stairs to my room. Working her ass the entire time.

chickens fe,” Draven raves

my chest. I’ve made breakfast and diners may snow? She’s never

face me and reaches for the hem of my shirt. We need to take these things off of you,” she says

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afshe ships the shirt over my head and I stand in a trance. There are three buttons at the top of my shirt that she in wearing, that are not done up, and every time her shoulders shit; I’m given a healthy amount of her cleavage to set my mouth to water. I’m frozen, my balls tightening

go wide, filling with

I didn’t mean to upset you,

sorry. And you didn’t upset ime, I just don’t think it would be fair for me to pounce on you until after I’ve had a shower. And if you keep touching ime, my

in a sink as she eyes my crotch “What if I open my

fack. Yes, that might work

the smoothness of them is enough to light a new the doop in my groin. They my hips. Deaven is her head and the

her her slate ith Kode – for

damn not enough to inspire a violent shift and I have

ripping the nest of her buttons loose. “Put some damn pants on please and g dato check on my food. I’l in the shower

around

don’t say a woed, but as she walks by me her lavender pant hits me from every