The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Eighteen

CANE

Satisfied that she means what she says, I fear my eyes away from hers al drag my gaze lower the heading beneath me and seen anything more beautiful. My ryes catch on the swell of her breasts behind the thick cotton sweater and I want to tear it off of her, but I’m not a lion shifter so I doubt it would go so well. I’ll bet she could tear mine though, especially with those nails of hers.

Fuck, she is sexy.

want to keep you under me forever, I confess, stroking one hand down from her face to graze her neck. “Just in case you decide

change your mind about me

“That would never happen,” she whispers. “That’s not how mates work.

“No?” I ask, reaching down to caress her stomach under the sweater, “foes that mean you’re stuck with me?

“That means you’re stuck with me. Because I’m more than a little territorial. I can be kind of….

“Evil? I suggest, smoothing my

my hand upward to trace the underside of one breast with my thumb.

She histes, “Sometimes. Maybe.”

“Figures,” I say, “So then all I have to do if I want some girl killed, is flat with her?”

She tenses, one hand reaching down to grasp my wrist and push it higher so I can cup her full breasts, I hum with approval, my dick spiking against the outside of her thigh as I grip the splt heavy flesh of her mounds. Gayle grumbles, “That’s really not funny, I nearly mangled your sister in the creek because I thought she might be your girlfriend.”

I can’t help but giggle. “You’re not serious.”

“Ask her,” she says.

I stare into her liquid gold eyes, my hand on her breasts still kneading he is serious. I squeeze a bit harder and she gasps. “I want to fuck you so bad right now, but I know there isn’t time.”

“We can be quick,” she whispers, biting her lip.

1. me.

Fuck. She’s perfect for e

“Hut I don’t want to be quick,” I rasp, dipping my head down to kiss her. I want to take forever”

“Well I want to have both,” she argues, drawing her leg up to trap both of mine inside.

“But I’m a virgin, remember?” I tease, falling against her and bucking against her sex. She her too many clothes on. “You have to go easy on

She laughs into my mouth, then distracts me with her teeth on my earlobe while she reaches into the front of my shorts and palms my dick. I groan su lood 1 hear Delilah fake retching in the kitchen.

“God that feels good,” I whisper, pushing myself into her hand as pleasure zaps through me.

“Yes it does,” she agrees.

Gayle continues to kiss me, her mouth going lower and tasting my thro. All I can do is moan into my pillow as she continues to massage

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side of her neck as she continues to work my shaft. Jesus.” I hiss, pushing myself harder and harder into her hand. Then she stills and I nearly start

something. A car

-shit.

How far?

“Half a mile.”

and lower my shorts. Closing my hand over hers, I continue

she whimpers at the sight. That’s all it takes. A surge of arousal rides up my spine, pleasure barreling into me as I slam my lips down on hers. I explode behind her hand, groaning into her mouth and ruining her sweatsuit. My body writhes against her as 1 pant for breath, my hips grinding into her

mumble, wrapping my

t–shirt and Gayle in a pair

more

one of God’s anointed. He or she definitely likes me a little than I thought. Because Gayle is like every wet dream I’ve ever had, come to life. Not to mention that she’s quite literally Catwoman in

of my shirt so prominently I almost want to grab her a sweater

“He’s a shifter too, isn’t he?” She leans back into me and I slide my hands up the front of her, under the shirt. My

trasts.

round ass against

nipples,” I whisper, kissing her throat. And when I say

you have to worry about that,”

words

She’s his mate

that. How safe can she be as a shifter’s mate? It’s one thing for me to have a shifter

right,” Gayle says, turning around in my arms and studying

her, working to school my features so she can’t see

going to be something I get away with. I sigh, pushing

just worry about her is all, I admit, then kiss her

until you meet him

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I don’t like

tear off his head

heartily and I can’t help but

spread set out on the table. Biscuits and gravy, scrambled eggs, cut fruit, bacon,

my sister was able to get all this done in the hour had to

Gayle says,

sets of voices in the kitchen and I hear my name

to my sister, “What, no

into the dining room right on cue, bet middle finger the only response she gives to my question. Behind her looms a beast of scle to suggest the regular consumption of steroids. He’s

color as Gayles. His are a bit more yellow than hers are and

I see

TA woll

them. The wolves of Port

set

thinks it will be the greatest coup of all time.

across from

hers. Before I even realize

glaring into his