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 that are not? Is that what you’re saying

afraid to speak

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 of clothing–she blushes and I smirk-“and I thought you were quite a bit thicker than you actually are. My eyes just couldn’t move past you. I knew right then that I would do anything to protect you. I’d never seen anyone with more sparkling beauty than you.”

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and her hand comes up, her fingers sifting through my beard. “You wanted me?” she asks.

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

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 one hand over her legs toward her rear and reveling in the feel

wine she drank glazes her eyes and her gaze 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 back of my neck beneath my curls and I shudder,

down at her face just in time to see her pink tongue dart out against her lips. My hand slides over the front of her stomach to rest just beneath her heaving

with pleasure.

to wait until she knew what

to die.

she whimpers, making it sound more like a prayer

as I urge her closer. “Can you promise me something?” I ask, stifling