The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

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The Pack: Rule Number 1 – No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Forty–One

BARTLETT

God, she is so beautiful. The longer I spend around her the more power our connection is becoming. At least on my end.

It’s a shame, the twelve of us never really had a chance to learn what we should and should not expect after finding our mates. In a perfect world, our mothers would have prepared us for the mate bond by sharing their own experiences with us. Sadly, their lives were cut short and our fathers were too devastated by loss to remember anything beyond their own pain. At the time, none of us planned to accept our mates regardless of whether we found them or not. As a result, we never learned about them. None of us ever thought to concern ourselves with the truth. Nor did we give any thought as to how difficult it might be to reject them.

When Domonic and Draven met, you could almost feel it crackling in the air. Their connection was powerful and unanticipated. Draven took all of us by surprise. In a way… it was like we were ambushed. It’s much easier to refuse your mate when her beauty isn’t staring you in the face and her scent isn’t leading you around by the balls. There was never any doubt in my mind that Draven was going to become part of us. She was exactly the quick–witted, compassionate drop dead gorgeous kind of female that our pack needed to flip Domonic’s world around and right all the wrongs of our troubled past.

She fixed everything.

When I sent Rose inside to set the table for dinner I watched her butt jiggle the entire way. Hers has got to be the roundest, most perfectly shaped ass that has ever been created and I’m dying to bite into it. I want to fucking mark her creamy bouncing globes with my fangs and my cock. In fact, I’d like to have her wear my kiss absolutely everywhere so that no matter where she goes or what she does, she be completely drenched in my scent. Ownership will never be an issue and never be questioned.

Questioned the way it was almost an hour ago when Timmons appeared out of nowhere just to give me a hard time. He knows she’s my mate! He’s seen her asleep in Quinn’s bed. If that weren’t enough, i know he’s seen my mark on her neck. I know he’s fully aware of how careful I’m trying to be with her. Yet, I heard him when he first walked up. I heard what he said to her and despite that his excuse was in favor of keeping her calm, I’m also aware of the fact that Timmons never says anything that he doesn’t mean.

Shake it off Bartlett. He’s your brother. He would never even dream of going after your mate.

This jealousy that has suddenly found me is incredibly brutal and furiously strong. Never have I experienced such a violent surge of possessiveness like Rose invokes in me. Not even when I was dating Kendall, who I wholeheartedly thought I was in love with for a time. mean, I guess I could have been but if I was then regular, average love doesn’t so much as compare to the emotional, undivided, undeniable, vehement, unconditional passion that is found between mates.

Kendall was a very beautiful woman and I was fine being with her until things started to get too serious. When she started hinting that she wanted more and suggested she move into my place, I finally realized it needed to end. The woman was a great find and we had a good time together, but somewhere in my heart I was holding out for my mate.

show up one day. Even the fact that I couldn’t accept her wouldn’t have mattered to me. I didn’t want ‘said mate‘ to find me married to a woman that was not her, nor did I want to meet my mate while I was tied to a woman that I would eventually decide to leave. Betraying my mate in that way, even if the girl in question never found out she was mine, would have been something that I could never have gotten over. Because for wolves, a mate is meant to be a sacred part of you.

me have changed. Draven made sure of that. My little bartender

calls that seemed to be waiting on standby every time I walked into work would most certainly have had an affect on my sweet, voluptuous, slightly insecure, adoringly, adorable, Princess Rose. I can tell that

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touch and to be honest, I don’t think that she ever will. My girl loves it when my hands are on her. I can tell. Smiling to myself as I set the auto–pilot on a fairly gentle course to the waters of Red Wolf, I turn around and head for the main cabin.

neatly divided into two portions. Smiling, I note that my portion is significantly bigger than hers and my chest warms in the strangest way. She’s the one who

the sofa next to the bar and purposefully taking up enough space to

they grow heavy, stumbling over my person as she tentatively places both plates on the

lip, she surveys the space that I’ve left for her and then cocks an eyebrow. “Um… where

drop anchor. Rose stands before me heaving, her perfect breasts at my eye level as I stroke my hands up over her legs to her rear and contemplate the possibility of tasting them before I taste my supper. My gaze catches on the swing of her thick brown mane

groan, I slam my eyes shut and spin her around, forcing her to sit between my legs on the sofa. This puts her ass flush against my insurmountable arousal and I know she can feel it because she wiggles against me, pushing back just enough to punish my heat. Just the scent

the smell

over the tops of her legs and dipping my head toward the side of her neck. “Please eat something..,

sound is like chimes of music designed to

Oh yeah I do. Fuck yeah I

answer huskily, reaching between us for a moment to adjust my pants. “I’m already

into a fit of giggles, which although absolutely charming, jostles the round globes of her ass enticingly against my Rose worshiping parts, I find myself smiling against her neck, breathing her in as she continues to laugh in my arms. My biceps close around her, hugging her to me for a moment of purely satisfied comfort that has nothing at all to do with

really want you, baby. I’ve needed

turning her face just enough for me to get

swear I