The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Forty–Two

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afraid to speak at this point. “Of course…

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

you

does, it doesn’t register and her

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 my meaning

at this point. Fuck. What if she’s like seventeen? The thought is more than a bit sobering, but not

admits somewhat embarrassed, 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,

pink tongue dart out against her lips. My hand slides over the front of

with pleasure.

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

to die.

more like a prayer

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