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.”

moment to kneel in front of Ted, placing the swing of my cock, right at his forehead. Breaking open

of him naked. For some reason, the sight pushes the fangs right from my lips. Ohhh yeah, I think this is what’s gonna do it.

fuck??? Cane???”

and I can almost feel my eyes flashing gold. “Hello Ted. I hear you fucked

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fence, Kodas lace is a mile south and Logance is on the

can convince him that it’s in his best interest to live here

hounds have already chased her two and a half thesand

newbies, Maybe they don’t know any better?

think it, I know it isn’t true. They smell… old.

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 fucking black. I prefer artificial light to sunshine, and would probably love candles if I didn’t hate fire so much. Even wolves have trouble seeing through to the

the sky and the natural fog of the mountain is descending

live here?” Anastacia whispers in

rest of my packmates have their own homes scattered around this same neighborhood,” I

then?” she asks.

reason I don’t Me doing so. My eyes scour the woods around my house for a moment, seeking out movement amongst the trees, but finding none. These hounds are smarter than most of their kind tend to be.

get out? Or…” Anastacia asks, the fear in her voice

I’ll carry you

“Mmm, okay,”

the ‘Mom‘ that sends my mind straight to the gutter. Just that throaty sound of pleasure alone is one I could play in my head to any number of different daydreams.

moment 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

she’s

dummy. It’s time to go inside.

thousand pounds. If I’m to carry her, who’s going to carry me?

second, choke out, cursing how strangled my voice sounds.

my weight makes my dick so beavy it almost feels like it’s

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

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Or… a meal.

Stop it