The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

1 The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates Chapter Two Hundred Forty-One BARTLETT God, she is so beautiful. The longer I spend around her the more power our connection is becoming. At least on my end.

It's a shame, the twelve of us never really had a chance to learn what we should and should not expect after finding our mates. In a perfect world, our mothers would have prepared us for the mate bond by sharing their own experiences with us. Sadly, their lives were cut short and our fathers were too devastated by loss to remember anything beyond their own pain. At the time, none of us planned to accept our mates regardless of whether we found them or not. As a result, we never learned about them. None of us ever thought to concern ourselves with the truth. Nor did we give any thought as to how difficult it might be to reject them.

When Domonic and Draven met, you could almost feel it crackling in the air. Their connection was powerful and unanticipated. Draven took all of us by surprise. In a way... it was like we were ambushed. It's much easier to refuse your mate when her beauty isn't staring you in the face and her scent isn't leading you around by the balls. There was never any doubt in my mind that Draven was going to becpart of us. She was exactly the quick-witted, compassionate drop dead gorgeous kind of female that our pack needed to flip Domonic's world around and right all the wrongs of our troubled past.

She fixed everything.

When I sent Rose inside to set the table for dinner I watched her butt jiggle the entire way. Hers has got to be the roundest, most perfectly shaped ass that has ever been created and I'm dying to bite into it. I want to fucking mark her creamy bouncing globes with my fangs and my cock. In fact, I'd like to have her wear my kiss absolutely everywhere so that no matter where she goes or what she does, she be completely drenched in my scent. Ownership will never be an issue and never be questioned.

Questioned the way it was almost an hour ago when Timmons appeared out of nowhere just to givea hard time. He knows she's my mate! He's seen her asleep in Quinn's bed. If that weren't enough, i know he's seen my mark on her neck. I know he's fully aware of how careful I'm trying to be with her. Yet, I heard him when he first walked up. I heard what he said to her and despite that his excuse was in favor of keeping her calm, I'm also aware of the fact that Timmons never says anything that he doesn't mean.

Shake it off Bartlett. He's your brother. He would never even dream of going after your mate.

This jealousy that has suddenly foundis incredibly brutal and furiously strong. Never have I experienced such a violent surge of possessiveness like Rose invokes in me. Not even when I was dating Kendall, who I wholeheartedly thought I was in love with for a time. mean, I guess I could have been but if I was then regular, average love doesn't so much as compare to the emotional, undivided, undeniable, vehement, unconditional passion that is found between mates.

Kendall was a very beautiful woman and I was fine being with her until things started to get too serious. When she started hinting that she wanted more and suggested she move into my place, I finally realized it needed to end. The woman was a great find and we had a good ttogether, but somewhere in my heart I was holding out for my mate.

Despite the rules my brothers and I agreed upon, I remained hopeful that she might show up one day. Even the fact that I couldn't accept her wouldn't have mattered to me. I didn't want ‘said mate' to findmarried to a woman that was not her, nor did I want to meet my mate while I was tied to a woman that I would eventually decide to leave. Betraying my mate in that way, even if the girl in question never found out she was mine, would have been something that I could never have gotten over. Because for wolves, a mate is meant to be a sacred part of you. She is your softness and your joy. Your patience and your kindness. She is everything that you never seem to find in anybody else. And, as it seems, in my my very hard and very heavy, extremely swollen and painfully choked, blue balls striped with the teeth of my zipper case I would have met Rose, saved her life, placed my lips on hers to share my air and then walked away with a regretful heart that would never, ever be whole again.

Now that I have found her, my mate, all I can do is thank the heavens above, that things for my brothers andhave changed. Draven made sure of that. My little bartender waltzed into this town and barged into our lives, shaking the tree at its roots and changing the landscape forever.

I stopped dating Kendall only about a month before the morning that Draven popped into my bar and thank God for that month, because the busted windshields and crazy drunk phone calls that seemed to be waiting on standby every tI walked into work would most certainly have had an affect on my sweet, voluptuous, slightly insecure, adoringly, adorable, Princess Rose. I can tell that she doesn't quite 1/3 EE Chapter Two Hundred Forty-One trustyet, but that's okay too. So long as she never refuses my touch and to be honest, I don't think that she ever will. My girl loves it when my hands are on her. I can tell. Smiling to myself as I set the auto-pilot on a fairly gentle course to the waters of Red Wolf, I turn around and head for the main cabin.

Stepping inside I find Rose sitting quietly at the dining table. Two plates are set out in front of her with all the food that Charlie made for us neatly divided into two portions. Smiling, I note that my portion is significantly bigger than hers and my chest warms in the strangest way. She's the one who hasn't eaten in over twenty-four hours and she actually seeks to make sure I have enough to satisfy my hunger. Not only that, but she hasn't so much as taken a bite despite that she has to be starving.

"Bring all that over here," I suggest throatily, taking a seat on the sofa next to the bar and purposefully taking up enough space to force her onto my lap.

When her eyes find me, they grow heavy, stumbling over my person as she tentatively places both plates on the coffee table at my knees.

Biting her lip, she surveys the space that I've left for her and then cocks an eyebrow. "Um... where am I supposed to-" I cut her off by snatching her wrist and yanking her forward until she stands between my knees. My legs are spread wide open and I know without looking that my dick is a heavy denim outline with the potential to steer the yacht should I decide to drop anchor. Rose stands beforeheaving, her perfect breasts at my eye level as I stroke my hands up over her legs to her rear and contemplate the possibility of tasting them before I taste my supper. My gaze catches on the swing of her thick brown mane as it shimmers behind her, scattered against the light. Fucking hell her hair is long. Shit.

For a second I picture her naked and ridingcowgirl style, with her hair pouring around her like skind of faery magic and then onto my chest where it would spilt across me, givingsomething to grab onto, something to tie myself to.... With a groan, I slam my eyes shut and spin her around, forcing her to sit between my legs on the sofa. This puts her ass flush against my insurmountable arousal and I know she can feel it because she wiggles against me, pushing back just enough to punish my heat. Just the scent of her has my dick straining even more painfully into my jeans and for a second I don't know where I am.

Sweet Jesus, I love the smell of her.

"Princess," I whisper, closing my hands over the tops of her legs and dipping my head toward the side of her neck. "Please eat something.., quickly. I'm begging you." She chuckles softly at that last part, and the sound is like chimes of music designed to drawinto her spell. "Do you wantto feed you?" What? Oh yeah I do. Fuck yeah I do.

"You better not," I answer huskily, reaching between us for a moment to adjust my pants. “I'm already in danger of driving my dick through your back." To my surprise she bursts into a fit of giggles, which although absolutely charming, jostles the round globes of her ass enticingly against my Rose worshiping parts, I find myself smiling against her neck, breathing her in as she continues to laugh in my arms. My biceps close around her, hugging her tofor a moment of purely satisfied comfort that has nothing at all to do with the lust that I feel, Fuck. I really want you, baby. I've needed you for so damn long.

"Let's eat," I rasp into her ear and she stiffens, turning her face just enough forto get an eyeful of her plump, moist lips.

"Yes sir," she murmurs and I swear I might explode into my jeans.

The next few minutes are filled with relaxing silence as the two of us devour Charlie's delicious steakm sandwiches and homemade macaroni salad. Reaching toward the bar without getting up because I'd rather die than leave the blissful warmth of our present position

- I grab a bottle of semi-sweet slightly carbonated wing and twist off ve the cap offering her the first drink.

She hesitates briefly, then takes the bottle from my hands and downs half of it straight to the head.

2/3 Chapter Two Hundred Forty-One Whoa now, Princess. Slow down," I coo, on the end of a chuckle.

She grins, turning to the side just enough forto lock on her perfec yum" Her eyes shutter and the next ушнет question that comes out of her m kiss? Huh? What? Chapter Comments