The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates
Chapter 292
The Pack: Rule Number 1 – No Mates
Chapter Two Hundred Ninety–Two
ANASTACIA
The shoreline was quiet when we docked at the wharf, the fog of the morning fizzled out in the bright of the winter sun. Paul assured me it wouldn’t last long if at all, and I was determined not to waste even a speckle of sunlight.
Riding back to Paul’s house in the back of Rainier’s SUV, I say calmly, “I’m going to need a few things. What kinds of shops do you guys have around here? Any candle shops or… gift shops of any kind? That maybe… oh I don’t know… specialize in the Occult or the Metaphysical?” Paul tenses next to me, grinding his jaw and Rainier nearly steers off the road, filling me with a strange sort of apprehension. “I’m going to need candles and-”
“No candles,” Paul snaps immediately. “I don’t light candles in my home.
Well, that’s disappointing. I’m more than definitely going to need to.
“Why not?” I ask gently, stoking my finger over the delicious tendons of his forearm as I do.
He gaze falls toward my hand, then, after a moment, to my face. “I hate them.”
“Oh,” I reply. “Well unhate them. Because I need to set wards around your place if I’m going to be staying there, and I’m going to need a
bit more than table salt when I do.”
No,” he snaps. “They’re a fire hazard.”
They’re a fire hazard? What?
“They’re a fire hazard if you’re careless with them, sure. But I never am and I need-”
“NO!” Paul yells, his voice booming. “You don’t need wards. You have me.”
My gaze narrows, fury heating me from my fingers to my toes. “I want candles. I want assurances. Isi’t your house a newer model?”
“Yeah. So?”
“So I’m sure you have a sprinkler system set up for fire prevention. Don’t you?”
“Yes,” he hisses, sighing heavily. “So what?”
“So I need candles,” I spit, crossing my arms and scooting toward the other end of the back seat.
“Well, you’re not going to light any in my house,” Paul says simply, glaring at the spot on the leather that I just vacated.
“Fine,” I growl. Sitting up a little closer to the cage behind Rainier’s head, I request, “Can you drop me at a motel, please?”
Rainier chuckles, his dark eyes meeting mine in the rearview mirror. “I’m taking you to Paul’s. You’re his mate. You belong with him.”
“Well I’m not–staying with him,” I snap. “And if you take me there, that just make it more dangerous for me when I leave on foot.”
What the fuck are you talking about?” Paul grumbles. You are staying with me.”
“I’m not. Not without my candles.”
“The fuck if you’re not,” Paul growls.
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the morning fizzled out in the bright of the winter sun. Paul assured me it wouldn’t
any kind? That maybe… oh
“I don’t light candles in my home.
more than definitely going to
my finger over the delicious tendons of his forearm as I
gaze falls toward my hand, then, after a moment, to my face. “I hate them.”
“Well unhate them. Because I need to set wards around your place if I’m going to be staying there, and I’m
he snaps. “They’re a fire
a fire
a fire hazard if you’re careless with them, sure, But I never am and
voice booming. “You don’t need wards. You have
gaze narrows, fury heating me from my fingers to my toes. “I want
“Yeah. So?”
I’m sure you have a sprinkler system set up for fire prevention. Don’t
sighing heavily.
I spit, crossing my arms and scooting toward
any in my house,” Paul says simply, glaring at the spot on the
closer to the cage behind Rainier’s head, I request, “Can
chuckles, his dark eyes meeting mine in the rearview mirror. “I’m taking you
I snap. “And if you take me there, that just make it more dangerous for me when I leave
about?” Paul grumbles. “You are staying with me.”
not. Not without my candles.”
if you’re not,” Paul growls.
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and see,” I whisper, glaring out the window as the familiar houses that
a look of absolute boredom on his face. Unfortunately, we are in a police
a hand out for me to
arms wrapped so tightly around myself that my hails start to dig into the
Rainier opens his door.
reply. “I’m leaving.”
not,” he chuckles.
“I am.”
try, but I’m a wolf and
of wild dogs for a week, shifter. I wouldn’t be so sure of
and as you’ve pointed out already, your magic doesn’t work on me,” he
Fuck. He’s right.
this – I am going to have my candles or
Paul’s eyes
his lips. “Then I guess I better keep you underneath me the entire time you’re here. So that you can’t run. In fact, you’ll be lucky
no! Don’t get turned on!
pissed! Be pissed!
it’s too late. A gush of molten lava churns inside of me then pours like honey from my core, I can feel it as it coats my slit and my pussy pulses to try and keep it inside, causing my clit to
me in a slow perusal
a
try to fight him, but why bother? I’m not going to win. He’s infinitely stronger than I am, and my magic isn’t worth squat as far as he’s concerned. Besides, the way his arms curl
asking
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