The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Forty–Three

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My heart is thumping in my chest as he gazes down at me. I want him kiss me sooo badly that I’m wondering if maybe I should be the one to make the first move.

“Bartlett,” I beg him, pushing myself more urgently against him and causing the molten lava of my sex to drown my core.

His sapphire eyes glitter and I bite my lip. I love the way he stares at me Like I’m a prize that he never thought he was capable of winning.

“I know Princess,” he murmurs, finally dipping in a bit closer and drenching me in the heady scent of his cologne. Kiss me, Bartlett! Please! “Can you promise me something?” he asks suddenly, as he shifts against me and the hard rippling muscles of his arms go taut against my back.

Fuck. I want him naked. I want to see that part of him that I can feel pulsating against my hips.

“What is it?” I whisper as the sound of my heart beating pounds in my ears and echoes within my chest.

“Promise me that no matter what… you’ll never reject me.” He says it almost sadly and for a moment I wonder what about him would ever make him think that I would ever want to.

You should promise never to reject ME!!!! I almost laugh at his request. He has got to be kidding, right? “I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. Why would

“Just promise me,” he moans out, pleading.

Licking my lips, my eyes lower from his eyes to his mouth. The wine courses through me, bubbling into my resolve and making my decision for me as I contemplate how best to seduce this man. “I promise,” I whisper, before I hoist myself upward with my hands on both of his shoulders and bring my face level to his.

He gasps in surprise at the surge in my movement, opening his mouth to voice something that I don’t give him a chance to pronounce. As the first hint of a sound dances past his lips, I groan in frustration, snatching the back of his head in my hands before I push upward. Using him as leverage, I seize control.

My lips press into his, hot and moist and hungrier than I can ever remember them feeling in my entire life. Sparks blaze across my flesh at the first touch of my mouth to his and I won’t ever forget the feeling for as long as I live. It’s better than I imagined, igniting an explosion of sensations in places no one else can touch.

He’s surprised, that’s for sure, and he freezes, his entire body going completely still while my own goes wild against him.

I press harder, the scruff of his beard scratching my chin as I push on. Drowning my self doubt with the wine in my bloodstream, I tell myself, fuck this, if he won’t do something then I will, and I shoot up onto my knees between his legs so that I am now a head taller than he is and panting with lust when I gaze down into his eyes.

hisses, his eyes dropping toward my cleavage that is now directly beneath his chin. “Holy fuck,” he growls, his hands reaching up to grasp the backs of my thighs while

that I nearly fall backward and onto the floor. Then, he closes his own and slams my ass down on

biting my lip when one hand closes around the top of my breast and I

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head to fall back

back of my sweater and up my naked spine making me tremble and gate against him. A bra being the one thing Delilah did

wild and breathless and dare I say… even gorgeous.

has me falling forward with a moan. My head hits his shoulder and I watch lazily

these in my mouth. I want to bury my face in them and taste every inch. I’m going to suck on you everywhere. Mark you with my teeth until there’s

thick, hard length of him pressing against my core seems to beat against the denim of his jeans and I’m about to reach down and free him his torture

I moan, as Bartlett sucks

adds to the crippling pleasure his mouth is giving me. Locking his hands on the back of my ass again and he begins to rock me against him. Grinding me downward in a punishing rhythm that I can’t help but latch onto. My hips buck and rotate, winding feverishly against him as I

dragging my mouth across the side of

my throat

my mouth, searching and tasting… exploring every corner behind my lips. A crackling of electric energy vibrates across my lips and I suck his bottom lip into my mouth, teasing the flesh with the tip of my tongue as I moan

our kiss as my core tightens and my hips begin to jerk with the beginnings

like you did in the shower. Like I did that night I first carried you inside. I wanted to fuck you so bad that night. I laid you down and stroked my hands over your body… Kissed your throat and your shoulders… Fuck, how I wanted you. It was torture having you

I almost don’t hear it at first. The howling. When I do, I’m torn between earth shattering pleasure and giving in to a new and sudden fear. A fear I never knew I might have.

it baby?” Bartlett moans, still kissing my lips as if he doesn’t possess the ability

my voice is troubling for me as I’ve never been afraid

repeats, thrusting upward against my sex as

is so frightening about these wolves. Almost as if on cue, I hear it again, the howling. But this

here on

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his hands gliding up and down my back soothingly. They re not on the not exactly on the ocean.