The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Forty–Two

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nods, probably a little afraid to speak at this point. “Of course… I

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

you

if she does, it doesn’t register and her hand comes up, her fingers sifting through my beard. “You

hand. “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,

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

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 mere inches from my own. feel her warm hand slide possessively over the

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.

what I was… but if

to die.

sound more like a prayer

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