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.”

a fit of 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

his eyes wild with fear, especially when he sees me squatting in front of him naked. For some reason,

fuck??? Cane???”

eyes flashing gold. “Hello

PAUL

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house sits at the top of an ficline about half a mile down the 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

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

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

Maybe they don’t know

it, I know it isn’t true.

don’t miss the gap of admiration that falls from the enticing lips of the female at my side. There is one thing about my place that is different from everyone elses in my pack. My windows on the

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

live here?”

me. The rest of my packmates have their own

packhouse then?” she

the woods around my house for a moment, seeking out movement amongst the trees, but finding none.

Anastacia asks, the fear in her voice

I’ll carry you inside,” I say firmly.

“Mmm, okay,”

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

I can see, and my gaze lasers over the heavy swell of her breasts

me she’s beautiful

away dummy. It’s time to go inside.

I’m to carry her, who’s going

second, choke out, cursing how strangled my

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

going to see the barracuda in your drawers and burn it into

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Or… a meal.

Stop it