The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Three Hundred Eleven

TIMMONS

I force myself to look away, choosing to face the large stone fireplace when the Doc reaches all the way into the top of Kendall’s Moonlight Lounge crop top to press the stethoscope between her breasts. Even though I know he’s only doing what I asked him to, I can’t seem to dull the sudden spike of anger that surges up my spine in seeing his bare hands so close to her nipples. I want to tie the goddamned thing around his throat so that he can hear himself choke to death, but instead I say, “Tell me again, good doctor, why did you forgo the gloves?” I chuckle, wondering for a half a minute, if the Doc is sporting a hard or Because if he is…

Fuck that shit. Shake it off. Now you’re just being stupid.

But I can’t help myself, I tilt my head his way and my eyes flick toward his crotch. Fucking scrub pants! He’s wearing scrubs?! At home?

Damn it!

I can make out a bit of a teepee, but that could just be air trapped behind those swindler pants. If it is his dick, it’s not a very big one…and why, for some reason, does that possibility furiate me more?

Because the smaller it is, the easier it is for him to hide his deviance.

The fucking pervert.

You’ve lost it T…abort. Look away.

“I suppose it just didn’t occur to me that I needed to,” I hear him say almost tauntingly, as I rip my gaze back toward the fireplace.

But Kendall’s skin always looks so baby soft, there’s no way that he’s not enjoying her texture a little bit with all five fingers tucked into

her blouse.

“Just for shits and giggles, let’s go ahead and pretend I didn’t hear you say that and you can just point me in the direction of your gloves,” I say while peeking down the hallway toward

of this

occur to you?

to pump a river of fire through my chest. Am I the only asshole that hasn’t touched

with the cord of the stethoscope protruding out from under her shirt. This sneaky motherfucker–could be doing anything to her back there and I wouldn’t know a thing. My hands fists at my sides and my eyes lock on the one hand that I can see. “Rhodes-” I begin calmly, my tone flat “-you’re gonna need to put some gloves on or else get

The hunters…their enforcers…shit! The Doc and I lock eyes for a moment as I whip out my phone, but he remains with his hands on Kendall’s body. Bastard. I answer the damn thing on the third ring as we stare each other down and my voice comes out in

at him in return. My eyes narrow into slits as he

mental? What in fuck is

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closed!!! Care to explain why the one place in town that we need to have operating tonight, the very same place where people from all walks of life like to plop down and get drunk enough to tell their secrets, plan outrageous shit, and assimilate illegally – is closed? Did you forget that the same folks that like to hunt unicorns and poach wolf shifters, have a particular interest in that bar? One that is

I step deeper into the hall where an gain a little privacy and still remain close enough to the living room to keep an eye on Kendall. “What the fuck?

over an hour ago. Charlie told

yeah? Did this word also

“Fuck…no. Who the fuck

brother.

actually…almost kind of funny. I take it Bartlett doesn’t know about her yet. Maybe you did a good thing after all. With Rose there, it would be best

ex..? My brothers really think that Kendall is that obsessed with Bartlett? If they only knew…she’s my mate! I’m the one that pushed her into his arms in the first place! At least…I’m pretty

every corner into town. If anything, hire Kendall back on for the night and you run interference for Bart while Rose is there. I mean, you kind of owe it to him after the way

fuck his too. But I’m over that

passes in which neither of us says a word. I can sense