The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Forty–Two

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

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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 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.” My voice lowers to just a breath above a whisper as I pull her body in deeper, smashing her against my chest and torso by closing my arms around her the way I’ve been wanting to. “Even before I caught your scent

you

it doesn’t register and her

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

sucks in a sharp breath, biting her lip the way that I 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 have lied about that. “How old are you, Rose?” I ask, stroking one hand over her legs toward her rear and reveling in

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

out against her lips. My hand slides over the front of her stomach to rest just beneath her heaving bosom and my

with pleasure.

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

to die.

she whimpers, making it sound more like a prayer

eyes as I urge her closer. “Can you promise me something?” I