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.

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

all I can do is thank the heavens above, that things for my brothers and me have changed. Draven made sure of that. My little bartender waltzed into this town and barged into our lives, shaking the

morning that Draven popped into my bar and thank God for that month, because the busted windshields and crazy drunk phone calls that seemed to be waiting on standby every time I walked into work would most certainly have had an affect

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when my hands are on her. I can tell. Smiling to myself as I set the auto–pilot

find Rose sitting quietly at the dining table. Two plates are set out in front of her with all the food that Charlie made for us 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 hasn’t eaten in over twenty–four hours and she actually seeks

next to the bar

person as she tentatively places both plates on

her and then cocks an eyebrow. “Um… where am I supposed to-”

me heaving, her perfect breasts at my eye level as I stroke

of faery magic and then onto my chest where it would spilt across me, giving me something to grab onto, something to tie myself to…. With a 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.

I love the smell of

dipping my head toward the side of her neck. “Please eat something.., quickly. I’m

the sound is like chimes of music designed to draw me into her spell. “Do

yeah I do. Fuck yeah I do.

moment to adjust my pants. “I’m already in danger of driving my dick through your back.”

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 the

really want you, baby. I’ve needed you for so damn

and she stiffens, turning her face just enough for me to get an eyeful of her plump, moist

swear I might explode