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.”

it so matter–of–factly I start to wonder if he’s serious. “You kidnapped me to keep me from being arrested,” I remind him. “Or was that

stroking the press of his hand up and down my sex and causing me to wiggle despite my promising myself not to. It feels good, really

being arrested, because your entire ‘Club‘ is going down soon enough and if you’re with them when they do…” he trails off, his gaze falling from my eyes to my lips. “And yes, you would have been arrested at the hospital when you woke up, so I took you. But in truth they

why is that?” I ask him breathlessly, my legs falling

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 climbs over the top of me, drawing one muscular thigh forward to separate 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

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ginana, grinding

start, but he choses that moment

deep, dancing with my mom as

nails scraping gently the entire way. The feet of his naked stan are wantonly. Moisture erupts between

band strokes down my shoulder to grope my breasts and I gap against his mouth, and his hand leaves my boobs to fumble with

I murmur, turning away to catch some air as I

coos, his hot mouth over my car where he begins to nibble

to say flies straight out of my head when his mouth travels lower, to suck on my neck and his hand dives into the front of my pants to stroke over my bare sex. My clit pulses and I moan, my hips jutting upward and into the heat of

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

of his shirt and close it over the top

and we both freeze, panting against each other like there aren’t other people in the house.

ear, “You stay right here just like this. I’m going to take care of that roast and then I’m taking you up to my

bite of my swollen lip.

and 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 room is bright until he dims it by turning

nervous with him staring at me the way he is and I