The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Forty–Two

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Hundred Forty–Two

Wu think Delilah is beaitiful and

little afraid to speak at this point. “Of course… I know

and I pull her in a bit closer, shifting my hips into her so that she can feel the strength of my words in the hardness of my dick. She gasps, her eyelids fluttering as

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what I’ve just revealed to her or not, but if she does, it doesn’t register and her hand comes up, her fingers sifting through my

pressing the side of my face into the warm flesh of her hand. “Fuck yes, baby,” I reply. “And you have no idea what it does to me to hear that I get to be your first…” I trail off, opening my eyes to study her face. I know all she asked for was a

and so innocent, Holy shit. I never asked how old she is, but I’m not even sure I care at this point. Fuck. What if she’s like seventeen? The thought is more than a bit sobering, but not enough that I move away from her. But no, wait a

darkens. “How old are you?” she asks bravely, reaching up with one arm to grab my shoulder as she tilts her chin toward my face, placing her incredibly kissable lips mere inches from my own. feel her warm hand slide possessively over the

against her lips. My hand slides over the front of her stomach to rest just beneath her heaving bosom and my nose traces over her cheekbone causing her entire body to

with pleasure.

knew what I was…

to die.

making it sound more like a

something?” I ask, stifling a groan as she shifts against