The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Seventy–Four

PAUL

After throwing on my clothes as quickly a

uickly as possible, I carry her up to my room and hit the switch to shade all the windows. I have a very extravagant alarm system and my home is hooked up to a backup genestar, so I’m not worried about someone getting in without my knowledge. Anastacia’s eyes are twitching behind the cocoa shimmer of her eyelids and for a moment I wonder if she had some kind of witchy little episode that put her on her ass. Her heartbeat is strong. Her lips are moving as if she’s talking to somebody, yet no words are expelled from her lips.

After laying her down on my bed I leap into the bathroom to run her a warm bath, complete with bubbles and lavender oil. Then, I grab her and step under the four headed raintop of my segregated shower and spin the dial to full blast.

Freezing water assaults the pair of us and Anastacia wakes with a gasp Holy shit!” she cries out, latching onto me and pressing her chest against my own. Her nipples are like hardened pearls that spike through the worn fabric of her top and my dick rocks up despite the cold water that now soaks my body from head to toe.

“Are you okay?” I ask her as she starts to shiver.

She gazes at me with wide, confused eyes Eyes that swirl and pulse like a nebula, an interstellar cloud stitched deep in space. If I didn’t know better, I’d say they are even more intense now than they were before she passed out.

the darkest part of

“Id bob–be b–be–better i–f–f–f–fw–we w–we–we–weren’t u–u–u–u–under th–th–th–the fr–freez–z–zing wat–t–t–er,” she shivers out.

“Oh,” I whisper, my eyes tangling with her lips as I reach out and shut off the tap. “Sorry about that. I ran you a bath, but I needed you to

be alert first”

“W–w–well 1–I’m d–d–d–el–f–f–finitely al–alert n–now,” she garbles.

I chuckle, stepping out of the shower stall and into the bathroom where the steam from the tub has begun to rise and dress the space. The warmth hits us right away and she moans, leaning her head back languorously. “Oh, yes please. Don’t mind if I do,” she says, her idigo orbs turning toward the large jacuzzi tub in the comer of the room. “Perfect”

Yes. You are.

The tile and walls are silver and gray, respectfully and for the first time 1 notice, all the accents in the room are such a deep blue–violet that they nearly match her eyes. It’s just a coincidence, Paul A happy one, but a coincidence nonetheless. She’s a witch. She might be making you feel stuff that is not your own. You could be connecting things that would otherwise never occur to you were even a little bit alike.

But I have always loved the color indigo. Always. Even when I was young, I hated how light of a blue my eyes were. I wanted them dark. 1 wanted them like hers. And I have always had a thing for exotic females Tanned and curved to perfection. Long dark haic… also a plus.

Might she have mocha colored nipples too?

Fuck me

“You must be a terribly powerful wi-” I begin, but scowl stops me and I lash her a grin before changing it up, “-terribly gifted–uh–er- mystic, I mean.”

Her eyes

shutter and her attention falls to my lips. “Oh? What makes you say

for attention has my cock throbbing in rhythm to the pulse point on the side of

warn her. Then, setting her on the edge of the tub,

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brow furrows angrily and her lips twist into a frown. “Charm a shifter? You think I’ve charmed

out of the room. III leave some clothes

bosom, she cocks an eyebrow. “My head is fine. Is your

will be, once I get the fuck out of this room,

thighs, where her dress has ridden up to expose part of her ass for my viewing pleasure

Stop

some help getting underssed? Or…” Fuck!

and I

My

pumping in

smile. “No. I was teasing,” she quips, narrowing her eyes. Just

being sarcastic?

dinner. I can shower

throatily, standing and reaching behind herself to untie

my eyes closed and stumble backward. “I’ll leave you

frown as it turns her features, I slam the door shut just before my fangs spear out, the venom

to myself, ripping my wet clothes

pair of black sweatpants, stroke my cock for good measure, then stumble downstairs. I get to work right away, putting together a salad and boiling wild rice. Then 1 marinate a

Rainier’s name flash across

“About fucki

time,” I spit.

tell you. What’s wrong? Did she snap your dick off or something? Give it wings, maybe?

growl, tossing the marinated steaks into the

witch? The Muuucockkk?”

well. According to him, she killed his sister or something

grumble.

and I hear the unmistakeable sound of the yacht engine firing to life.

a minute. You haven’t even

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a thing…. no no. Bad sedre

be