The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

k: Rule Number 1 – No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Forty–Eight

ROSE

Bartlett’s jaw lightens and after a strung out moment of silence in which I’ve been holding my breath, he downs both glasses of liquor himself. Placing both tumblers on the coffee table in front of me, he plaps down next to me on the sofa.

Tell you about Roman, he repeats my request like it’s a joke, even smiling when he looks at me. “Why do you care about Roman, Princess?”

My eyes narrow on him as I study his demeanor. Does he think I’m stupid? ‘My family is a member of an Elite Hunting Club called the Elder Few. One of our instructors, one of the council members, his name is Roman and after what Delilah said at that house…about Cane…I’m curious, because Roman took Cane as his personal second. Most pledges are made to train with all the Elders. Cane was picked especially for exclusive training. If something happened to Cane, it’s easy to assume something may have happened to Roman. So tell me about him. Tell me about this Roman that your brothers‘ are holding.”

His eyes sparkle at me in the dim light, a lazy smile stretching across his lips. “An Elite Hunting Club, is that what you people call it?”

You people? What?

“Yes, I hiss. “That’s what we call it.”

He laughs, his hand going from his lap to the top of my thigh where he begins drawing little figure eights over the fabric of my jeans. I ignore the tremble of pleasure I get from it, keeping my face hard and guarded.

“You’re done being a hunter, babygirl,” he whispers, meeting my eyes. “I won’t let you go back to that. I told you so in the hospital.”

What is he talking about?

“You don’t own me, Bartlett,” I say carefully.

His hand freezes. “Oh no? Well, you definitely own me,” he says so quietly I’m not sure he meant for me to hear. Taking a deep breath, he slides his hand in between my thighs and pushes it up against my jean clad slit. “I kidnapped you, remember? You’re mine. I’ll keep you here until you realize that if I have to.”

kidnapped me to keep me from being arrested,” I

despite my promising myself not

going down soon enough and if you’re with them when they do…” he trails off, his gaze falling from my eyes to

is that?” I ask him breathlessly, my legs falling open just a touch as his stroking

toward me and I can smell the liquor on his breath, it’s a heady masculine scent that has me feeling a bit dizzy. “Because I happen to be really good friends with the Sheriff,” he says with a smirk.

my legs as he settles above me, most of his weight is resting on his forearms, but the lower half of him is heavily pressed into me. As I pant for breath beneath him I can feel the urgent steel of his erection pushing into my thigh. My hips thrust upward reflexively and my hands go up to

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ginana, grinding

he choses that moment to lose

with my

naked stan are wantonly. Moisture erupts

to grope my breasts and I gap against his mouth, and his hand leaves my

as I feel the button of my pants come kone.

over my car where he begins to nibble and suck on my earche

pants to stroke over my bare sex. My clit

the side of my neck. “So wet for me. My body goes slack as his fingers begin to circle my bud of pleasure

don’t want that. I want him just as insane as he’s making me, so I draw one hand out of his shirt and close it over the top erection. He spasms against me, his hand

timer goes off in the kitchen and we both freeze, panting

in my ear, “You stay right here just like this. I’m going to

with a bite of my

into his arms, then heading for a door on the second floor. The entire way he watches me, his eyes a glowing blue that almost seems unnatural. Once inside, he kicks the door shut and deposits me on a large, soft, king sized bed that is draped in a thick white goose feather comforter. The light in the

begin to feel nervous with him staring at me the way he is and I sit up