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.

cleavage that is now directly beneath his chin. “Holy fuck,” he growls, his hands reaching up to grasp

catch him in another kiss, he shocks me. Lifting my legs up and separating them so swiftly that I nearly fall backward and onto the floor. Then, he closes his own and slams my ass down on his lap, his hand stroking over my rear and

I whimper as shockwaves of pleasure riot throughout my body. “Bartlett,” I cry out, biting my lip

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perfect, he growls, pinching my nipples through my sweater and cousing my head to

of my sweater and up my naked spine making me tremble and gate against him. A bra being the one thing Delilah did not provide for me, I have to man when the buds of my nipples tighten and erect, scraping

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, with hair that drapes over her curves and lips that beg to be kissed. Is that how he sees me? Is that

falling forward with a moan. My head hits his shoulder and I watch lazily as his hands knead

with my teeth until there’s no more questioning

beat against the denim of his jeans and I’m about to reach down

I moan, as Bartlett sucks viciously.

again and he begins to rock me against him. Grinding me downward in a punishing rhythm that

the side of his jaw and leaving sloppy kisses anywhere

releasing my throat to turn his face into mine.

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

my hips into a frantic pace. The friction between us charging our kiss as my core tightens and my hips begin to jerk with the beginnings

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

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

Bartlett moans, still kissing my lips as if he doesn’t possess the ability to stop.

me as I’ve never been afraid

my sex as if he’s hardly even listening to

so frightening about these wolves. Almost as if on cue, I hear it again, the howling. But this time around it’s closer and Bartlett finally seems to understand

here on the

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gliding up and down my back soothingly. They