The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Forty–Two

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Seriously? Wu think Delilah is beaitiful and that are not? Is that what you’re

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

and her sassy, flirty, little mouth might have gotten her a lot of attention back in your old high school, but…” I shake my head at her in wonder, my lips turning up in a half smile. “That’s all she is. And she does absolutely nothing for me.” My head lowers slightly 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 a low fire begins to burn in her eyes. “You though,” I start, my voice coming out husky and dark, “you’ve had my attention from the moment I saw you at that campsite. Even when you were wearing all those layers

you

just revealed to her or not, but if she does, it doesn’t register and her hand comes up, her fingers sifting through my beard. “You

“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 kiss, but I need her to see my meaning in my eyes. “It makes you even more mine than you already were.”

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 minute. Doc Rhodes told me she was eighteen and there’s no way he would have lied about that. “How old are you, Rose?” I ask, stroking

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 back of my neck

growl, peering down at her face just in time to see her pink tongue dart out against her lips. My hand slides over the front of

with pleasure.

kiss her. I wanted to wait until she knew what I

to die.

whimpers, making it sound more like a prayer than

watching her eyes as I urge her closer. “Can you promise me something?” I ask, stifling a groan as she shifts