The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Seventy–One

CANE

When Ted is tossed onto the ground in front of me, he’s totally unconidious. It’s getting dark out now and Gayle has already warned me that after dinner we’ll be heading back to the mainland. Something about putting my new sight to the test,

“You want to be the one to wake him?” Demonic taunts me, flashing a package of smelling salts like a hand of cards.

My gare drops down toward. Ted’s gherkin covered pants, then toward my own flaccid cock (yes I’m still naked) and I smile. My dick is the one thing my daddy blessed me with that is beyond repinach. One eyeline quirks up in amusement when I think of all the times as a youth that I wondered if mine was small. Despite the countless pornos researched, that pretty much told me I had nothing to worry about. I mean, if I’m being honest, had I tried to be a porn star, I might have made a few millions of my very own.

“Yeah,” “I’ll “Yeah,” I snicker, catching the salts in one hand. ‘I wake the little pickle.”

“Hey! Wait!” Bartlett shouts from the edge of the woods, before joining the few of us that are still outside. He runs a hand across his face. in embarrassment and then says, “My mate just wants to remind you all that actually hurting Ted would be wrong. That it would make us… Fuck…” he curses, trailing off with a laugh.

“Make us…?” Domonic prompts him. “Justified? Evil? Bloodthirsty? What, B?”

“Hypocrites, Bartlett whispers tightly.

“Huh.” Domonic laughs. “She would be right. Tell her I said so. Then you may also tell her that she can write it on my tombstone for me

when I die.”

“Dom.” Bartlett was. “She’s still

I on the fence about us. Remember?”

“Fine,” Domonic snaps. “But from now on, if your mate is intent on sucking the fun out of every single little thing – then you are to keep her the fuck out of our business.”

Bartlett rolls his eyes, then slips Domanic off and disappears back up toward the house.

“So then… I don’t get to bite him?” I snarl playfully.

“You.do i‘ attacks you,” Gryffin chirps on my left.

Quinn growls, “Or if he tries to fuck you with his tiny little”

“Gross!” I snap. “I mean, I have nothing against any kind of pleasures of the flesh. Be it nule on male or female on male – but with a little. dick? Come on min, I’m trying to focus.”

laughter and I use that moment to kneel in front of Ted, placing the swing of my cock, right at his forehead. Breaking open the salts, I drag them beneath his

For some reason, the sight pushes the fangs right from my lips. Ohhh yeah, I think

fuck??? Cane???” Ted

grin and I can almost feel my eyes flashing gold.

PAUL

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road from Domonic’s place and amend the corner from Bartlett’s. It is ultra–fortified, but there’s no guesthouse, so no peilimeter fence, Kodas lace is a mile south and Logance is on the west corner. As soon as I get Anastacia tucked safely inside, I’m going to wander the woods. With

I can convince him that it’s in his best interest to live here and never

chased her two and a

still, perhaps they’re newbies, Maybe

know it isn’t

side. There is one thing about my place that is different from everyone elses in my pack. My windows on the first floor are tinted just the way I like them. Pitch

sky and the natural fog of the mountain is descending and the chill in the air is like a living

of you live here?” Anastacia whispers

have their own homes

then?” she asks.

doing so. My eyes scour the woods around my house for a moment, seeking out movement amongst the trees,

Or…” Anastacia asks, the fear in her voice just a

right there. I’ll carry

“Mmm, okay,”

that throaty sound of pleasure alone is one I could play in my head

that’s all I can see, and my gaze lasers over the heavy swell of her breasts then up her throat and across her lips. Lips that would look

she’s beautiful

dummy. It’s time to go

my cock weighs a thousand pounds. If I’m

out, cursing how strangled my voice

my dick so beavy it almost feels like it’s dragging the skin right off my back.

see it. She’s going to see the barracuda in your drawers and burn it into a frog.

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Or… a meal.

Stop it