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,

I think I’m getting really, really hot. Maybe I should take

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

“Ahern“-I cough “what?” I think I just fried my brain by attempting

toward face of a devil. “You said you wanted to

of tribal markings from his deliciososly curved biceps on each side to where they end in a decorative vee just jer his collar

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touch them, if you want, he offers, his glowing eyes shifting

art coughing just to 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

he replies, his eyes traveling over my ugly, boyish, out that I would not have worn

me, so I guess I better get going.” I say styly, forcing my legs to work and 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 that if I walk away from him now that I will dream about him until the day that I die and never will I find him again. Stop it, bratul Don’t be

reaches out like a

Lilac? What?

hand going over the back of his neck like he’s not sure what he wants to say. The fired muscles of his arm as it bends, milking my honey like a bee charmer would at the fair. Lord,

“My n

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

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.

I tease, smiling when his eyebrows snake into the limbo. “What’s 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. As you already know, there are

I snap. “You’re totally right, and just so that you’re aware, it would have eventually occurred to me.

coming to pick you up?” His words are carefully clipped and just on the edge

head. “No, I wish.” Then with another thankful smile, I wave goodbye and start to

trying to get to?”

little town on the beach called Port Orchard. I refuse to stay in that joke

gaze crawls over me in a slow, intentional perusal, as if he wants me to see him doing

he’s not

just a shut. I mean, he