The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

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Delilah? Seriously? Wu think Delilah is beaitiful and

speak at this point. “Of

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 were quite a bit thicker than you actually are. My

you

revealed to her or not, but if she does, it doesn’t register and her hand comes up, her fingers sifting through my beard. “You wanted

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

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

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 back of my

tongue dart out against her lips. 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 entire body to

with pleasure.

knew what I

to die.

more like a prayer

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