The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Forty-Three ROSE My heart is thumping in my chest as he gazes down at me. I want him kisssooo badly that I'm wondering if maybe I should be the one to make the first move.

"Bartlett," I beg him, pushing myself more urgently against him and causing the molten lava of my sex to drown my core.

His sapphire eyes glitter and I bite my lip. I love the way he stares atLike I'm a prize that he never thought he was capable of winning.

"I know Princess,” he murmurs, finally dipping in a bit closer and drenchingin the heady scent of his cologne. Kiss me, Bartlett! Please! "Can you promisesomething?" he asks suddenly, as he shifts againstand the hard rippling muscles of his arms go taut against my back.

Fuck. I want him naked. I want to see that part of him that I can feel pulsating against my hips.

"What is it?" I whisper as the sound of my heart beating pounds in my ears and echoes within my chest.

"Promisethat no matter what... you'll never reject me." He says it almost sadly and for a moment I wonder what about him would ever make him think that I would ever want to.

You should promise never to reject ME!!!! I almost laugh at his request. He has got to be kidding, right? "I couldn't. I wouldn't. Why would "Just promise me," he moans out, pleading.

Licking my lips, my eyes lower from his eyes to his mouth. The wine courses through me, bubbling into my resolve and making my decision foras I contemplate how best to seduce this man. "I promise," I whisper, before I hoist myself upward with my hands on both of his shoulders and bring my face level to his.

He gasps in surprise at the surge in my movement, opening his mouth to voice something that I don't give him a chance to pronounce. As the first hint of a sound dances past his lips, I groan in frustration, snatching the back of his head in my hands before I push upward. Using him as leverage, I seize control.

My lips press into his, hot and moist and hungrier than I can ever remember them feeling in my entire life. Sparks blaze across my flesh at the first touch of my mouth to his and I won't ever forget the feeling for as long as I live. It's better than I imagined, igniting an explosion of sensations in places no one else can touch.

He's surprised, that's for sure, and he freezes, his entire body going completely still while my own goes wild against him.

I press harder, the scruff of his beard scratching my chin as I push on. Drowning my self doubt with the wine in my bloodstream, I tell myself, fuck this, if he won't do something then I will, and I shoot up onto my knees between his legs so that I am now a head taller than he is and panting with lust when I gaze down into his eyes.

"Princess," he hisses, his eyes dropping toward my cleavage that is now directly beneath his chin. "Holy fuck," he growls, his hands reaching up to grasp the backs of my thighs while his gaze remains locked on my chest.

As I lean down to catch him in another kiss, he shocks me. Lifting my legs up and separating them so swiftly that I nearly fall backward and onto the floor. Then, he closes his own and slams my ass down on his lap, his hand stroking over my rear and grasping my cheeks in a punishing grip. I'm straddling him now and he jerks my hips forward with a snarl, pushing his erection into my heat on the outside of the jeans.

"Oh," I whimper as shockwaves of pleasure riot throughout my body. "Bartlett," I cry out, biting my lip when one hand closes around the top of my breast and I wriggle against him wantonly.

1/3 Chapter Two Hundred Forty-Three So fucking perfect, he growls, pinching my nipples through my sweater and cousing my head to fall back and my chest to rock forward *so hot and soft and all mine.

The heat of his hands sild beneath the back of my sweater and up my naked spine makingtremble and gate against him. A bra being the one thing Delilah did not provide for me, I have to man when the buds of my nipples tighten and erect, scraping against the fabric of my sweater: Straightening my neck so that I can finish that kiss, I catch a glimpse of myself in the reflection of his eyes and a new form of confidence takes hold of me. The image ofin his pupils is wild and breathless and dare I say... even gorgeous. The girl in his eyes, thes rná awkward or clumsy, she's exotic and passionate, with hair that drapes over her curves and lips that beg to be kissed. Is that how he sees me? Is that what I look like to him? The sudden feel of Bartlett's warm hands groping the flesh of my breasts hasfalling forward with a moan. My head hits his shoulder and I watch lazily as his hands knead my mounds behind the shirt, "Fuck Princess," Bartlett chokes out. “I want these in my mouth. I want to bury my face in them and taste every inch. I'm going to suck on you everywhere. Mark you with my teeth until there's no more questioning it. Everyone will know that you belong to someone and if I have anything to say about it, they will know that you are mine." The thick, hard length of him pressing against my core seems to beat against the denim of his jeans and I'm about to reach down and free him his torture when I feel his lips along my neck.

"Ahh," I moan, as Bartlett sucks viciously.

Is beard scratches my throat, but only adds to the crippling pleasure his mouth is giving me. Locking his hands on the back of my ass again and he begins to rockagainst him. Grindingdownward in a punishing rhythm that I can't help but latch onto. My hips buck and rotate, winding feverishly against him as I chase the pleasurable twisting that ricochets throughout my sex "Bartlett, please," I whimper, dragging my mouth across the side of his jaw and leaving sloppy kisses anywhere my lips touch.

"My baby," he rasps huskily, releasing my throat to turn his face into mine.

Finally... His tongue plunges into my mouth, searching and tasting... exploring every corner behind my lips. A crackling of electric energy vibrates across my lips and I suck his bottom lip into my mouth, teasing the flesh with the tip of my tongue as I moan in ecstasy.

He groans with satisfaction, guiding my hips into a frantic pace. The friction between us charging our kiss as my core tightens and my hips begin to jerk with the beginnings of my climax.

Bartlett's chest is heaving and he pulls away just slightly, just enough to speak into my mouth. "That's it baby," he whispers, "take it. Cfor me. Explode like you did in the shower. Like I did that night I first carried you inside. I wanted to fuck you so bad that night. I laid you down and stroked my hands over your body... Kissed your throat and your shoulders... Fuck, how I wanted you. It was torture having you beneathand not being able to bury myself in your heat. I had to force myself away from you or I would have done it. I would have fucked you right there without you even knowing it was me. That is how beautiful you are. That is how you own me." The fact that he just described my fantasy of him. The one that played in my head while I made myself cum in the shower, is not lost onand hasmoaning so loudly that I almost don't hear it at first. The howling. When I do, I'm torn between earth shattering pleasure and giving in to a new and sudden fear. A fear I never knew I might have. As it sounds again, I freeze, my body seizing up.

"What is it baby?" Bartlett moans, still kissing my lips as if he doesn't possess the ability to stop. "Why did you stop?" "Wolves," I whisper. The tremble in my voice is troubling foras I've never been afraid of them before, but for sreason, now... I am.

"Wolves?" He repeats, thrusting upward against my sex as if he's hardly even listening to me.

"Wolves," I say again, and that's when I realize what is so frightening about these wolves. Almost as if on cue, I hear it again, the howling. But this taround it's closer and Bartlett finally seems to understand what has my body as still as death. "Why would there be wolves out here on the ocean?" Chapter Two Hundred Forty-Three Bartlett sighs heavily, his hands gliding up and down my back soothingly. They re not on the not exactly on the ocean.