The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Forty–Two

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up on the couch and over my right leg. I stare down at her, moaning inwardly at the way it feels when her silken hair falls over my left arm. “You need to understand something, Princess Delilah may be kinda cute 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

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it doesn’t register and her hand comes up, her fingers sifting through my beard. “You wanted me?” she asks. “You saw me before the

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

love her to, before she looks away nervously. She is so pure 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 minute. Doc Rhodes told me she was eighteen and there’s no way he would

she admits somewhat embarrassed, before the last of the 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

dart out against her lips. My hand slides over the front of her stomach

with pleasure.

wait until she knew what I was… but if I don’t kiss her now I

to die.

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