The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter One Hundred–Sixty–Four

DELILAH

His penis – If it can even be called a penis, because his is much bigger than a penis should tapping me on my head as I stand.

“Oh my God!” I shout, snapping my eyes shut before I can even see his Ece. “Why are you nakeil?

He laughs and once again the sound of it does something to me. I can skin. It’s almost as if he’s familiar somehow. Like I should know him….

gles rising up my center, like energy prickling amer

mw I don’t

“Yeah–uh – sorry about the nudity. I was upstreams wills a friend and we wanted to take a quick dip in the water. I put my clothes on a rock and the next thing you know, they were gone. I must have lost them to the rapids. ”

“Oh,” I say. Makes sense. “Um – I would like to look you in the eyes when I say thank you, but……..

“Give me a second,” he says and then I hear his feet patter across the ground away from me.

I peek, of course I do, and it is probably a mistake, because now I can see the tribal tattoos that wind up both of his snap a tree arms and the way his ass muscles shift with each step. I am clenching my hoo–haw and I am not ashamed. Instantly, I am picturing what his M would look like doing other things besides walking. You know, like between my legs kinds of things. The image of it, especially when I toss myself in the picture as a prop, has me biting my lip and humming a moun. He steps into the general store with no hesitation at all and pry first thought is that this is not the first time he’s done this. I still don’t really know what he looks like yet, so I should probably back a notch. Very rarely do you come across a full–blooded Adonis. Most of the time those who are blessed with a body like his, carry the burden of our sins in the face. Not that I’m terribly superficial, but you know how it is. Your can’t have it all… Seeing that he is definitely equipped with everything God intended a man to have in order to super populate the Earth, my guess is he’s sporting a mug that only mother could love. So when he steps back out of the store in a pair of black trunks and sneakers, I almost don’t want to look up. But… I

do it anyway.

And Sweet Baby Jesus… He’s full–blooded after all. Take that, man! Eicorns do exist.

My mouth falls open in shock as I try to accept the injustice of his perfect features. His clean cut brown hair somehow looks naturally spiked and playful. I instantly want to run my fingers over the top of his head to see if the strands bounce back or lay flat. Moving lower, the high arches of his eyebrows alone make him look like trouble. Then there’s the slightly exotic tilt of his eyes, that are so light of a brown they are damn near yellow and the crescents of his OMG‘ long, thick eyelashes that hover low enough to make him look sleepy. Hi straight, perfectly sculpted nose sits at a ninety degree angle from the top of his full, yet slightly pouty lips. And of course, there’s his jawline, that is so chiseled and so squared you can see the muscles working just below his cheekbones.

He has the face of an angel… or… a devil

There’s no way that he’s not taken already. Damn it,

really, really hot. Maybe I should take another dip in the water.

he says with a quick smile. “I’m ready

my brain by attempting to count

now I’m leaning toward face of

smooth skin of his powerfully built chest. I follow the wind of tribal markings from his deliciososly curved biceps on each side to where they end in a decorative vee just jer his collar bone.

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offers, his glowing eyes shifting Back

disguise how red I must be. Shake thu vự What in the monil hell is wrong with you? to get your damn binkles! “T…um…” up, up, up, my eyes lift and I say thank you for what you did. For

would not have worn if I’d known what kind of

stepping in the direction of the store. God: What the hell? Something in me is screaming in protest as walk past him and toward my Twinkies. It feels like a physical puti on the base of my throat, warning me

voice reaches out like a to, jerking me to

Lilac? What?

he wants to say. The fired muscles of his arm as it bends, milking my honey like a bee charmer would

“My n

is Delilah,” I i retort. “Not sure where you got Lilac from.”

me and forcing me to crack my neck toward the heavens just to look into his eyes. “Lilac… Delilah Same

It’s totally not.

smiling when his eyebrows snake into the limbo. “What’s on your

intensity “You said you have a long walk ahead of you.” I nod as he goes on, “Well, I don’t know where you’re headed, but a walk in any direction from Blackjack Creek is probably not safe for a girl like you.

Well, fuck. “Shit,” I snap. “You’re totally right, and just so that you’re aware, it would have eventually occurred to me. Just not until it was too late to turn back.” I clamp my eyes shut for a moment to school my anger. Then I open them to send my

me suspiciously. “Someone coming to pick you up?” His words are

I wave goodbye and start to back toward the store. “Guess I’ll

trying to

little town on the beach called Port Orchard. I refuse

a slow, intentional perusal, as if he wants me to see him doing it. Or like

he’s not

I mean, he