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

looks at me

washes away with the lay in her

and the leaps over the back of the sofa to slam into my chest, her

she mumbles against the bare skin of my neck.

soft, plush lips drag over my throat and I can’t move. “I’m wet,”

breathes, smiling into my shut. Tim so glad you’re okay.”

warm and goory inside.

andund her 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: “We need to talk,” I whisper. Shouting over my

hand, I allow her to lead me up two flights of

cook. That chickens fe,” Draven raves opening the bedroom

jealousy that sizzle across my chest. I’ve made breakfast and diners may snow? She’s never said my shit

the run she spins around to face me and reaches for the hem of my shirt. We need to take these things

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the top of my shirt that she in wearing, that are not done up, and every time

filling with something like disappointment as press her away so that

deflating “Sorry I

until after I’ve had a shower. And if you keep touching ime, my dick

and her fat pink lips turn up in a sink as she eyes my crotch “What if I open my mouth first?”

Yes, that

the smoothness of them is enough to light a new the doop in my groin. They my hips. Deaven is her head and the silk of her hair all gently over the rise of her breasts, grazing over

falmart felt her her slate ith Kode –

and I have to

eyes I cant witness much more of her beauty without 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 and

around her

woed, but as she walks by me her lavender pant hits me from every angle and my