The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

The Pack: Rule Number 1 No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Ninety–Eight

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Anastacia’s hot breath crests over the tip of my dick and I instantly feel her magle.

When I say magic, I don’t mean witchcraft.

I mean bliss. Heaven and hell, anguish and ecstasy, need and want, all pressed into one perfect package that is currently breathing life down into my cock. My back burns with knee jerking pleasure, begging ine forward, commanding me to shove myself behind her lips, but i don’t do it because just the waiting has me on a bladed edge so sharp and cutting, the pain of anticipation alone is an exquisite form of torture that I refuse to omit.

My hand in her hair strains against the ebony silk of her curls, the feel of them giving rise to a smoldering need that has me writhing within myself. I want to yank her head so deeply into my lap that I feel those plump pillows of softness trace over my balls.

Suddenly, I feel them there, hovering just above my flesh… oh God… I think my mind blanks for a second, only rebooting when a car races past us on the left, honking so loudly I sneer in their direction.

The warm wet stroke of her tongue over my tip sends my blood thundering in my veins, like a churning river of lust and I face the road ahead of us, intent on keeping the car on the road and the girl licking my stick.

Would she really stop if I pull over?

Could she be that cruel?

“Fuck,” I hiss when I finally feel her guzzling me back, her tongue swirling like a guide for her mouth as she explores more and more of my length. The lower she goes, the harder she sucks and I send a prayer out to the universe to keep its stars out of the street because suddenly they are all I can see. We need to make it to Seattle in one piece because now, more than ever, I want to see her in every color of lace ever made.

Taking the initiative, I drive her head up and down my dick with my fist, using her hair like reins on a bridle. Her murmur of hunger vibrates across my shaft and I growl and moan as the delicious sensation drives down into my balls. When she begins to hum a musical sound of seduction and her grip tightens around my base, I explode in a stream of curse words and white–hot fire, an uncontrollable jolt of my hips shoving my cock so far back into her neck that I suddenly fear for her life. Her breath skirts my stomach as she swallows every drop, gifting me with the pleasure of unholy suction, and I don’t even notice that my car has stopped moving until I see the red and blue lights flashing in my rearview mirror, beckoning my car to the side of the road.

“Sweet Jesus,” I whisper, my body shuddering as she peels herself off of me to sit upright, her hardened nipples snagging my attention and dragging it with them as they go.

“How was that?” she has the nerve to ask me as I sit here drained of everything including coherent speech. I’m two seconds away from hooking her with my fangs when I hear the siren wail behind us in a not so subtle reminder that I’m still parked in the middle of the highway. For a moment, I ignore the cop at my back and simply stare at this beautiful woman, wondering if she knows how completely devoted I now am to her.

To her mouth.

-To her body.

existence as a whole.

She’s so mine.

universe, I accept

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with a smirk, then I hit the gas pedal and sorry toward the next exit. The cop is trailing so close to me that Here comî be more than a couple of Inches between our bumpert and without so much as explaining myself, I

or less, meanwhile, Officer Killjoy remains in my rearview and

amused voice fills the car. Your

So stuck,” I say, with a chuckle

I can do, but there are no guarantees. They don’t owe me

the call, content to wait while my brother works his magic.

to tip his hat to me and throw a wink Anastacia’s way. My brow furrows instantly, my fists clenching with jealous anger and my head swiveling in Anastacia’s direction.

the jeep, pull him out of his car shift

got

something I have to tell her. Something she might not want to hear, but it needs to be said before I take her shopping

of her thick warm thighs and give it a demanding squeeze. “I sure hope you don’t miss Louisiana, little demon,” I mumble tiredly,

inside of me winds tight with possession. Eyeing me warily, she asks.

that?”

I’m going

be like having her with me all the time. Lighting candles in

of shit that she would do? Or would it be like last night, when she took over the cooking in the kitchen? Or this morning, when she took it upon herself to cut up my food for me? What would it be like to be able to just come home and have her there Or climb into bed

Heaven on Earth.

talk more about it after tonight,” is all I say, too much of a chicken to tell her

a wash of

tonight…” I say noncommittally.

“Anything? Really? What aren’t you

the highway, avoiding her question and racing toward Seattle at breakneck speed, suddenly eager to

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