The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Forty–Two

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Two Hundred

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

afraid to speak at this point. “Of course… I know

know nothing!” I spit, snatching her body back against mine so swiftly that she shrieks in surprise. This time I turn her so that her deliciously long legs go 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 of clothing–she blushes and I smirk-“and I thought you

you

I’ve just revealed to her or not, but if she does, it doesn’t register and her hand

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

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

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

My hand slides over the front of her stomach to rest just beneath her heaving bosom and my nose traces over her cheekbone causing her

with pleasure.

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

to die.

it sound more like a prayer than a name.

you promise me something?” I ask, stifling a groan as she shifts against me and her boobs push