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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1. to move at all because her touch is that

work my shaft. Jesus.” I hiss,

car I think,”

-shit.

How far?

“Half a mile.”

hand out of her shirt and lower my shorts.

arousal rides up my spine, pleasure barreling into me as I slam my lips down on hers. I explode behind

a new sweatsuit,” I mumble, wrapping my arms around

a black t–shirt and Gayle in a pair of

more

than I thought. Because Gayle is

I almost want to grab her a sweater

by the door and snatching her into my arms before she can open it. “He’s a shifter too, isn’t he?” She leans back

trasts.

shudders, pushing her tight round ass against the front of my

nipples,” I whisper, kissing

about that,” she chuckles. “He’s pretty

implication of her words settling over me.

She’s his mate

know how I feel about that. How safe can she be as a shifter’s mate? It’s one thing for me to have a shifter mate, it’s a little different thinking about

says, turning around in my arms and studying my face. “What’s

to school my features so she can’t see the conflict in my eyes.

and right away I fee that lying to her is not going to be something I get away

is all, I admit, then kiss her

wait until you meet him to pass judgment,” Gayle suggests.

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I don’t like him,

spirit animal and tear off his head for me?” I

laughs heartily and I can’t help but smile back

spread set out

able to get all this done in the hour

looks amazing!” Gayle says, taking a seat,

two sets of voices in the kitchen and I hear my

I call out to my sister, “What, no grass? What

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 good looking. I suppose, with spiky

more yellow than hers

I see

TA woll

he’s one of them. The wolves of Port Orchard that Roman was

had his sights set on for

be the greatest coup

across from me

behind the chair next to hers. Before I even realize what I’m doing,

into his