The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Fifty–Four

GAYLE

I almost feel like I could be dreaming, but I’m not and that’s the best part.

“Oh God!” I cry out, as Cane’s tongue traces my folds and another wave of almost pleasure washes over me and my body arches upward off the bed. Okay…so maybe this is the best part. “Cane! Cane please…”

“Hush Kitty Cat, there are wolves downstairs that I’m sure are gonna hear you and I don’t want anyone interrupting us for any reason,” Cane commands, then bites my inner thigh almost punishingly.

“Ah!” I yelp, casting my eyes downward as I string my fingers through his dark blond locks.

The muscles in his back shift, tensing when I pull on his hair and he moans against my sex. His mouth is hot when it closes over my clit, his tongue playing in rhythmic circles as he milks my core. His hands are molded to my boobs, squeezing and massaging as he tortures my sex in a horribly slow seduction that has me on the verge of screaming. He hasn’t even shifted yet and already he’s too strong for me to overpower. Every time I try to take control, try to urge him faster, he stops me.

“God you are so perfect,” he whispers, his tongue diving deep between my folds to slow fuck me while I whimper above him. “And you taste so fucking good. I could kiss you like this forever.”

“Cane…” I beg, yanking on his hair with both of my hands as I become more and more desperate for release. “Stop fucken teasing me!” I snarl. I can feel him smile against my slit, biting and nipping before sucking my clit into his mouth. “Shit!” I breathe out, releasing his hair to fist the bed sheets as he squeezes my breasts then draws one hand downward to test my heat.

Lifting his head from between my legs, his blue–green eyes capture my gaze and the hunger in them is almost frightening. He sits up, keeping me pinned to the bed with one hand while the other closes over my sex. He’s fully attentive, his gaze shifting from his hand on my breasts to his fingers currently circling my clit. Watching my eyes, he suddenly shoves two of them inside of me, groaning when my breath hitches and my moisture coats his hand. I’m so wet for him, I can feel myself dripping as he begins to stroke those fingers in and out of my core. My body lurches upward, my hips bucking, chasing a release that he seems intent on keeping me from.

“I have imagined doing this to you since the moment I watched you run away from me in the woods,” he admits, slowing his fingers before removing them completely. “The reality of you is fucken painful.”

I shiver, watching as he strokes his cock above my folds, painting it in the juices of my sex. He angles the tip of his dick toward my slit sliding it up and down tauntingly as he watches my eyes.

“Cane, I want you. Please…” I beg, grasping the hand he has locked on my chest and raising it toward my mouth. After kissing his palm, I trail his fingers over my lips then suck one into my mouth as I arch my back and rub my nipples against the skin of his forearm.

“Fuck,” he growls, staring at me with hooded eyes. “I’m not going to last long, Kitty Cat. Not with you doing shit like that.”

I stroke one hand over the strength of his forearm to grasp the bulge of his biceps and draw him forward. “I want you inside of me, Cane.

Now.”

the flesh. He thrusts forward slightly, just enough to push the head of his shaft inside and I writhe beneath him, widening my legs and stroking the muscles of his back. “I’m almost afraid that this is some kind of dream, or alternate heaven. I don’t want to wake up anywhere else but here, with

whisper harshly, kissing the top of his head as his lips trail over

his hips forward, pushing all the way inside. “Fuck!” he groans into my neck, rocking his hips back and forth as my muscles tighten around

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feeling of being invaded by him, stretched by him. Every single nerve ending in my core is singing with pleasure and it steals the breath from my lungs. “God…Cane,” I whimper, my walls

a steady, pounding rhythm. His arms come around me, one hand tangling in my hair and the other grasping my ass so tightly I know there will be bruising, but it feels magnificent and I’m spiraling toward the edge at a rapid rate. Every time he enters me, he lifts my hips, going deeper than anyone ever has before, punching against my cervix like he wants to move right through me. It’s painful and wonderful all at the same time, and try as I might I can’t keep myself from shouting my pleasure. The rock hard muscles of his

he rasps, gritting his teeth as he picks up the pace. “You feel so good…I

you.”

walls. My center snaps and a ricochet of wanton pleasure riots through my bones, stealing my vision and shooting stars through my eyes. My back comes up off the bed and I scream his name against his mouth, every muscle I have locking onto him as I ride out my climax. A moment later he explodes inside

panting and trapped in utter bliss. His heartbeat pounds beneath my ear, strong and undeniably alive. I smile to myself, dragging a leg over his body as I curl into him. “I love you too,” I

head as he strokes his hand up and down my back. “I’m so happy right now. I don’t think anything

in my room over and over again in my mind. “I’m happy too. I can’t believe we almost lost this. Other

I have a promise to keep.

jerks up and I gaze down at him, my brow furrowing. His eyes are sated and full of love when he stares back at me and although

stills. “Red Wolf Island. What do you mean? Who took him?”

hardening again beneath my leg. “My brother and some

a minute,” Cane snarls, flipping us over in a flash of movement so that he cane gaze

almost faster than they should be.

“Yes. He’s alive.”

out, causing me

know how to get there?”