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

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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

looks at me

away with the lay in

sofa to slam into my chest, her arms going around my neck. I can’t

came,” she mumbles against the bare skin of my

soft, plush lips drag over my throat and

breathes, smiling into my

I don’t feel all warm and

her toward the states: “We need to

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

That chickens fe,” Draven

my chest. I’ve made breakfast and diners may snow? She’s

the run she spins around to face me and reaches for the hem of my

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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

eyes go wide, filling with

“Sorry I didn’t mean to

on you until after I’ve had a shower. And

tum crimson and her fat pink lips turn up in a sink

that might

of the chill would slow the blood from purring into my rock. But no, that do Instead, my gazetalls over her shapely legs and just the smoothness of them is enough to light a new the doop in my

her slate ith Kode – for entire

and I have to swallow the thunder in

the nest of her buttons loose. “Put some

wrapping around her

as she walks by me her lavender pant hits me