The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

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Two Hundred Forty–Two

beaitiful and that are not? Is that what you’re

afraid to speak at

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 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

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to her or not, but if she does, it doesn’t register and her hand comes up, her

“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

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

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

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 her stomach to rest just beneath her heaving

with pleasure.

she knew what

to die.

more like a prayer than a name.

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