The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

The Pack: Rule Number 1- No Mates

Chapter Three Hundred One

GAYLE

I think we drove your brother out of the house, Kitty cat, Cane says from above me, his shaft still pulsing deep between my legs

Circling his hips, his eyes grow dark as they settle on my boobs and he dips his head downward to take one nipple between his teeth I moan, scratching at his back as the pleasure of his lips becomes more intense. I’m not going to even ask how you know that.”

His tongue plays over the sensitive peak and I feel him hardening inside of me again, one of his hands riding up alongside my ribs to cup the swell of my breast greedily. Tuck, kitty cat. I want to put babies in you. Stroking his fangs upward and over my collarbone, he begins pumping inside of me again, feasting on my neck as he groans, “Maybe we’ll have twins, like your friend. Stroking deeper, his thrusts become more powerful, my headboard banging against the wall with the force of his excitement. “Or maybe… triplets. Fuck…” he growls, pounding into me harder. “I love the way you feel beneath me.”

Triplets? What the fuck is he talking about?

And who’s having twins?

What?

I start to ask him, but that’s when he decides to slam his mouth down over mine and plunge deeper than before, dragging my hips up from the bed so that he can explode as far back inside of me as possible. When the hot flood of his release splashes against my walls, that’s all it takes for me to come again and I scream my climax loud enough to shatter glass.

Taedora’s angry voice bellows down the hall, “It’s eleven in the fucking

morning!!! For fuck’s sake!”

• Ignoring her, my hands stroke over the muscles of Cane’s back as he stills inside of me and I smile.

God I love this man.

He is panting in my ears while trembling above me, the exquisite feel of his powerful chest pushing down on my breasts reeking havoc inside my core. I flip him onto his back and straddle his girth. He smiles up at me, his expression lazy and sated as his hands cup my breasts and he bites his lip. “Fuck… you are beautiful, Gayle. I love you so much. In so many ways.” He thrusts upward, gripping my buttocks to keep me sealed against him as his eyes flash with new heat. “All ways… and positions…”

With a chuckle, I grind down on him, making him tense and hiss. “I love you too, but…” I suck my lip into my mouth and moan as his hips jerk upward and roll into my own. “Jesus… that’s good.”

“Fuck yes it is,” he groans, guiding me into a steady rhythm as his cock swells with new life. “Damn it…”

“Taedora’s going to hunt you. She’s going to try and behead you of my penis,” I say tauntingly.

“Mmm…” With his hands tightening on my hips, he snarls, “She’d never be able to catch me, baby.”

He’s right. As a shifter, Cane is a force to be reckoned with.

A beast in the forest and in the bedroom.

“Fuck,” I gasp. Moaning as my back arches and my head tips back, my mind goes hazy with lust and I decide to forgo my question about the mysterious twins in favor of another orgasm. Losing myself in my mate, I come undone and ride him like a bull into oblivion.

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house. My gaze flicks over the ten bags of clothing in the backseat, wondering if there’s any chance he’s angry over the money that we spent Could that he the

his dick. Maybe it was too

school, the girls who sucked cock weren’t ever respected. They were popular enough with the guys, for sure, but they were talked

want all the stuff we bought, but he insisted. There were shoes, jeans, sweaters, tops, jackets… lingerte… a house robe for Goddess sake! All of which I picked out

was going to sneak inside, but he never did. When I finally

word about how sexy I might look, nor

pouring now. Coming down hard like pellets of glass, and the overcast would worry me if I hadn’t heard Gryffin say Cane watched the hounds

it feels like a warning. Dread looms on the horizon, and I should see it, but I don’t.

just up and leave?

to prolong his shadow form,

years on me… he wouldn’t simply

shadow hounds drawn to powerful Mystics the way that

blood in the

assume they are. It’s my best bet.

is he after? More shadow warriors maybe? Could it be that I haven’t

gasp out, the possibility of Draco leaving to gather more hounds suddenly at the forefront of

asks, finally granting me his full

bite my lip, my mind swirling with questions. Oh a number of things are wrong Paul, but we’ll

a blow job inquisition the way I want to, I focus on the importance of the issue at hand. The shadow hounds. “I’m just starting to wonder if I’ve met all of Draco’s hounds after all. I mean… what if he went to

he have just called them if that were

it. That’s right.

What if the hounds in his pack aren’t the only hound shifters he knows? What if-” I cut off, something inside telling me that it wasn’t as easy as all that. No. Draco would have to do something… some sort of ritual… and on the night

weeks,” Paul says shortly, as if it’s some

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Mystic, Ana, and it definitely should

me,

say quietly. So then what is it?

in the midst of his hunt for

he just lost one of his pack to these wolves…

must have pissed him off something fierce. He wouldn’t just leave with his tail tucked

comes to me so suddenly that I slap both hands over my mouth

My sister.

Chelsea.

but does

figures it out, would he… would he use her to get at me?

he would, Ana, come

fucking Goddess!” I snap snatching Paul’s phone off the dash and fumbling with the goddessdamned pass code like an

are you

“What’s