The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter One Hundred Ninety

QUINN

I’m still pretty much dressed as I scoop Delilah up into my arms and hid her naked body close to my chest. Everything about her is positively perfect and before she can try to hide herself from me, I natch her wrists in one hand and take her sweet, pink lips into my mouth. Savoring the moment and longling my tongue with hers as I cally her into my bedroom and deposit her on my bed. There’s a sleepy satifaction in her eyes as she watches me, and it’s making my dick painfully hard. Tucking her in behind the thick down comforter and sheets, I stretch her long red mane out across the pillows and sigh and sigh.

“I should shower,” she mumbles, her eyes drifting closed as her body sinks more heavily into my dreamcloud mattress.

“No,” I say seriously. “We’ll shower tomorrow. I want you to remain just how you are until morning.”

Home I am? V

What?” she yawns, her eyelashes fluttering as

ring as she gazes at the. “How am 17”

Exactly how I want you. Drenched in my scent. Soon, 111 mark you inside and out.”

She snickers, her eyes closing as she turns onto her side, burrowing her face into one fluffy down pillow. “That’s almost kind of gross you nasty Wolfe,” she taunts me.

The blanket falls away from her back for a moment and I’m treated to the sight of her elegantly curved spine and the plump, round goodness of her remarkable ass. I grunt, biting back a snarl as my eyes catch on the deep mauve of one mouthwatering aureola. Holy fuck, I still haven’t tasted her nipples yet. Fucking Domonk. It’s all his fault!

He ruined the experience with his demands. I hardly got to taste her at all.

Okay….no… that’s bullshit. it wisn’t ruined, it was actually pretty awesome, but… it wasn’t the way I wanted things to go. I originally intended to take my time to explore her. Shit, I wanted to let her, explore met Fuck, she’s gorgeous and terribly unholy. Her breasts are proud, full, and perfectly round and her hips… her hips are truly one of God’s great gifts to mankind. Well, not mankind anymore, my kind now. That four dimensional heart that pops out of her waistline, is mine now. Not a single soul in all the world will ever touch them again. Just me. She’s already asleep and I want more than anything to strip off my clothes and join her, but I can’t.

At least, not until I get back. Then, I will.

For now, duty calls. I lock the balcony doors, shade the windows and dim the lights. I don’t like even the thought of someone peeping in while my Lilac is sleeping. Writing a quick note on a post–it about where I’ve gone – just in case she wakes up – I stick it to the sliding glass door and head upstairs. My phone buzzes in my pocket with a text from Domonic telling me to hurry the fuck up and get to the bar. I know why he’s in such a hurry. He wants to get to his mate. He’s dying to check on Draven and that’s why he commanded me to hurry. It’s not like he can’t just call her on the phone, Sure he can. And he probably did. But Domonic is more important than everyone else and Domonic wants, what Domonic wants.

He’s not actually supposed to even be heading to the packhouse, so why is he? His dad knows the way, he doesn’t need an escort.

All that goddamned rushing I was doing trying to keep Delilah’s attention on my dick and off of her cell phone, just so that I could pocket. the damn thing–cut in to my first time with her and made me feel like shit. I used sex with ory mate to steal her fucking cell phone. What a piece of shit I am. Not to mention that now I’m being forced to violate her privacy and basically, break her trust.

Then again, she didn’t exactly trust me with it. I swiped it from her as undressed her on the patio. Slid it into my back pocket and did my very best to keep her mind an other things,

Well, I succeeded. I doubt she even remembers she owns a phone right at the moment.

Relax, Q. At’s not like you’re gonna keep the damn thing. Or snoop through. Check and see how many different guys she’s been talking to. No,

one of that. Just gonna clone the device so that we can watch her every move is all..

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Fuck. If Delilah ever finds not about this I’m pretty sure it 11

more duan an orgasm for her to forgive me. Shit, I might actually have to

the her up to that the down lease I thoedd hune just offered to grah Cane’s phone number, not the whole damned phone. And if this stupid shit creates even one problem for me with Delilah I will personally tell Draven about the software Domonic has on her phone, my motherfucken self. I’ll tell her about how Demonic’s paranoid, otettive ass reads all her fucking messages and combs through her browser history like a goddamned crackhead. In fact, I think I do that anyway Haha.

for the bar on foot. More than a

my phone

That phone

to head toward the bar. Then, after waving

phone reads

the querday day fuck?

the bar, I make the executive decision to answer her phone. You know, just in case

phone to my ear, keeping quiet as I

oddly familiar voice filters through the line. “Hello? Delilah! It’s

Ted!”

that he has my Lilac’s

Ted snarls. “Didn’t my father shoot you? How

Dumbfuck. Your daddy might want to get

from him!

FYI

busy myself blocking his number. “How’s that

it

three veneers put in this afternoon during an EMERGENCY dental appointment

he begins to laugh and Bartlett pours me a whiskey, which I accept graciously well, that’s an easy fix, Teddy. Just knock the rest of yours out and replace them with veneers. Or if you like, I can do that for you too.”

Delilah’s phone?” Ted growls out. “Where is she? It’s

fuck

that?” Rainier chuckles. “Who

fucking bad because I can promise that you never speak to her

will

to speak to her about Cane.

is the?

asleep in my bed, but I’ll let her know that you

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“Commander Gherkin? What?

shit, Tex!” I say as I hang up and follow Rainier into the back office

online and ready to clone and Demonic takes a seat bind the desk then reaches for Delilah’s phone. I hand

guy?”

douche. Son of

the poachers?”

fuck is Commander Gherkin?”

“Same

say

the name Delilah had him

little nickname. He must be an

flinch. “What? No. No way?

name Commander Gherkin pretty much says it all.”

what all?” Rainier and I both ask at the

chuckles. “You