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.”

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 noses, waking my little treasure on the

sees me squatting in front of him naked. For some reason, the sight pushes

Cane???”

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

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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 any fuck, III me

it’s in his best interest to live here

Pretty unlikely ghen that these hounds have already chased her two and

still, perhaps they’re newbies, Maybe they

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

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 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 indoors from the outside of my

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

live here?” Anastacia whispers in awe.

own homes scattered around this same neighborhood,”

packhouse then?”

out movement amongst the trees, but finding none. These hounds are smarter

get out? Or…” Anastacia asks, the fear in her voice just a tremble between fright and

carry you inside,” I say

“Mmm, okay,”

one I could play in my head to any number of different daydreams. Things I would like to do to her. Things d like

and my gaze lasers over the heavy swell of her breasts then up her throat and across her lips. Lips that would look absolutely perfect stretched around my

me she’s

time to go inside.

I’m to carry her, who’s going to

a second, choke out, cursing how strangled

beavy it almost feels like

the barracuda in

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Or… a meal.

Stop it