The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

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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.

directly beneath his chin. “Holy fuck,” he growls, his hands reaching up to grasp the backs of

floor. Then, he closes his own and slams my ass down on his lap, his hand stroking over my rear and grasping my cheeks in a punishing grip. I’m straddling him now and he jerks my hips forward with a snarl, pushing his erection into my

body. “Bartlett,” I cry out, biting my lip when one hand closes around the top of my breast and I wriggle against him

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sweater and cousing my head to fall back

gate against him. A bra being the one thing

the reflection of his eyes and a new form of confidence takes hold of me. The image of me in his pupils is wild and breathless and dare I say… even gorgeous. The girl in his eyes, thes rná awkward or clumsy, she’s exotic and passionate,

the flesh of my breasts has me falling forward with a moan. My head hits his shoulder and I watch lazily as

“I want 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 no more questioning it. Everyone will know that you belong to someone and if I have anything to

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

as Bartlett sucks viciously.

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

dragging my mouth across the side of his jaw and

he rasps huskily, releasing my throat to turn his

behind my lips. A crackling of electric energy vibrates across my lips and I suck his bottom lip into my mouth, teasing the

us charging our kiss

and he pulls away just slightly, just enough to speak into my mouth. “That’s it baby,” he whispers, “take it. Come for me. Explode 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 beneath me and not being able to bury myself in your heat. I had to force myself away from you or I would have done it. I would have

played in my head while I made myself cum in the shower, is not lost on me and has me moaning so loudly that I almost don’t hear it at first. The howling. When I do, I’m

my lips as if he doesn’t possess

whisper. The tremble in my voice is troubling for me as I’ve never been afraid of them before, but for some

as if he’s hardly even listening to

if on cue, I hear it again, the howling. But this time around it’s closer and Bartlett finally seems to understand what has my body as still as death. “Why would there be

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