The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Seventy-One

CANE

When Ted is tossed onto the ground in front of me, he’s totally unconidious. It’s getting dark out now and Gayle

has already warnedthat after dinner we'll be heading back to the mainland. Something about putting my

new sight to the test,

“You want to be the one to wake him?” Demonic taunts me, flashing a package of smelling salts like a hand of

cards.

My gare drops down toward. Ted's gherkin covered pants, then toward my own flaccid cock (yes I'm still naked)

and | smile. My dick is the one thing my daddy blessedwith that is beyond repinach. One eyeline quirks up in

amusement when | think of all the times as a youth that | wondered if mine was small. Despite the countless

pornos researched, that pretty much toldI had nothing to worry about. | mean, if I'm being honest, had |

tried to be a porn star, | might have made a few millions of my very own.

“Yeah,” “I'll “Yeah,” | snicker, catching the salts in one hand. ‘I wake the little pickle.”

“Hey! Wait!” Bartlett shouts from the edge of the woods, before joining the few of us that are still outside. He

runs a hand across his face. in embarrassment and then says, “My mate just wants to remind you all that

actually hurting Ted would be wrong. That it would make us... Fuck...” he curses, trailing off with a laugh.

“Make us...?"” Domonic prompts him. “Justified? Evil? Bloodthirsty? What, B?”

“Hypocrites, Bartlett whispers tightly.

“Huh.” Domonic laughs. “She would be right. Tell her | said so. Then you may also tell her that she can write it on

my tombstone for me

when | die.”

“Dom.” Bartlett was. “She’s still

1 on the fence about us. Remember?”

“Fine,” Domonic snaps. “But from now on, if your mate is intent on sucking the fun out of every single little thing

- then you are to keep her the fuck out of our business.”

Bartlett rolls his eyes, then slips Domanic off and disappears back up toward the house.

“So then... | don’t get to bite him?” | snarl playfully.

“You.do i* attacks you,” Gryffin chirps on my left.

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Quinn growls, “Or if he tries to fuck you with his tiny little”

“Gross!” | snap. “I mean, | have nothing against any kind of pleasures of the flesh. Be it nule on male or female

on male - but with a little. dick? Con min, I'm trying to focus.”

The three men aroundfall into a fit of laughter and | use that moment to kneel in front of Ted, placing the

swing of my cock, right at his forehead. Breaking open the salts, | drag them beneath his noses, waking my little

treasure on the ground.

Ted rears back with a start, his eyes wild with fear, especially when he seessquatting in front of him naked.

For sreason, the sight pushes the fangs right from my lips. Ohhh yeah, I think this is what's gonna do it.

“What the fuck??? Cane???” Ted hisses.

I grin and | can almost feel my eyes flashing gold. “Hello Ted. | hear you fucked my sister,”

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My house sits at the top of an ficline about half a mile down the road from Domonic’s place and amend the

corner from Bartlett's. It is ultra-fortified, but there’s no guesthouse, so no peilimeter fence, Kodas lace is a mile

south and Logance is on the west corner. As soon as | get Anastacia tucked safely inside, I'm going to wander the

woods. With any fuck, IllTace to face with the Alpha Dog in his human. foam and he and | can have a little

chat.

Who knows? Maybe | can convince him that it’s in his best interest to live here and never cback.

Wah right. Pretty unlikely ghen that these hounds have already chased her two and a half thesand miles across

the US of A.

Put still, perhaps they're newbies, Maybe they don’t know any better?

Even as | think it, | know it isn’t true. They smell... old. Almost molded

As my jeep pulls to the top of the drive and my dark umber brick hcomes into focus, | don’t miss the gap of

admiration that falls from the enticing lips of the female at my side. There is one thing about my place that is

different from everyone elses in my pack. My windows on the first floor are tinted just the way I like them. Pitch

fucking black. | prefer artificial light to sunshine, and would probably love candles if | didn’t hate fire so much.

Even wolves have trouble seeing through to the indoors from the outside of my house, not that they won't be

shaded anyway. For tonight at least.

Now that darkness is falling across the sky and the natural fog of the mountain is descending and the chill in the

air is like a living breathing thing

“How many of you live here?” Anastacia whispers in awe.

Just me. The rest of my packmates have their own homes scattered around this sneighborhood,” I inform

her.

“No packhouse then?” she asks.

“No, | be, even thought for sreason | don’tdoing so. My eyes scour the woods around my house for a

moment, seeking out movement amongst the trees, but finding none. These hounds are smarter than most of

their kind tend to be. They're being careful enough to hang back beyond my sight,

“Do | get out? Or...” Anastacia asks, the fear in her voice just a tremble between fright and anxiety.

“No. You sit right there. I'll carry you inside,” | say firmly.

“Mmm, okay,”

It's the ‘Mom’ that sends my mind straight to the gutter. Just that throaty sound of pleasure alone is one | could

play in my head to any number of different daydreams. Things | would like to do to her. Things d like her to do to

me.

For a moment that’s all | can see, and my gaze lasers over the heavy swell of her breasts then up her throat and

across her lips. Lips that would look absolutely perfect stretched around my cock.

Fuckshe’s beautiful

Look away dummy. It's tto go inside.

But my cock weighs a thousand pounds. If I'm to carry her, who's going to carry me?

“Givea second, choke out, cursing how strangled my voice sounds.

Damn it, that shift in my weight makes my dick so beavy it almost feels like it's dragging the skin right off my

back.

She’s going to see it. She's going to see the barracuda in your drawers and burn it into a frog.

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Stop it

chicle, stemming

With a groan that | don’t even try to hide, | step out of the honeycomb demon. | don’t think I've ever been this

hard. Shit! Maybe when 1

like ten and hit puberty, but tonnely deste

Be a man, be a man, be a man. One foot in front of the other. The faster you can get her inside, the faster you

can beat it eff

Shcrashes overat that thought. “You're not a fucking pup, idic, I growl to myself, using my shifter speed

to fly to the other side

of the jeep. | open her door without saying so much as a wond and that quickly | hear a rustling somehere to my

right. “War” | command her in a whisper, as she reaches toward my neck.

For whatever reason, the caution of my voice causes her to squeal and instead of listening the leaps out

a tree. With a quick hop up into my arms, her legs go around my waist and her arms lock around my neck. “Go”

barely visible purple mist snakes out all around us. “Hurry | can’t hold them off for long. Only while they are

shifted

Unshifted? Fuck!

My ears pique as the rumble of at least a half dozen footsteps careen up the hill. Fuck me, she’s right. They're

coming behind her ass, keeping her locked against my body as | use my superior speed to race toward my porch.

| as much as I'd like to stick around and listen to what it is that they are discussing, the tremble of fear can’t be

ignored.

Once we hit the porch, | let a loud grow! of warning slip past my lips to disguise the sound ofunlocking my

door, the the threshold inside and 1 slam the door closed at my back, locking it at the stime.

That's when | hear it, the dragging how! of six hounds wailing into the wind.

“They've shifted,” Anastacia says into my neck, Just beneath

my ear.

And that’s when | notice, she hasn't releasedand | haven't released her either. But that’s not even the worst

Her core is pressed into my jeans, right over my engorged cock, and | can feel how wet she is right through the

fuckin

Holy shit.

“You... are... a witch. Aren't you?!