The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

The Pack: Rule Number 1 No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Ninety-Eight

TAUL

Anastacia’s hot breath crests over the tip of my dick and I instantly feel her magle.

When | say magic, | don’t mean witchcraft.

| mean bliss. Heaven and hell, anguish and ecstasy, need and want, all pressed into one perfect package that is

currently breathing life down into my cock. My back burns with knee jerking pleasure, begging ine forward,

commandingto shove myself behind her lips, but i don't do it because just the waiting hason a bladed

edge so sharp and cutting, the pain of anticipation alone is an exquisite form of torture that | refuse to omit.

My hand in her hair strains against the ebony silk of her curls, the feel of them giving rise to a smoldering need

that haswrithing within myself. | want to yank her head so deeply into my lap that | feel those plump pillows

of softness trace over my balls.

Suddenly, | feel them there, hovering just above my flesh... oh God... | think my mind blanks for a second, only

rebooting when a car races past us on the left, honking so loudly I sneer in their direction.

The warm wet stroke of her tongue over my tip sends my blood thundering in my veins, like a churning river of

lust and | face the road ahead of us, intent on keeping the car on the road and the girl licking my stick.

Would she really stop if | pull over?

Could she be that cruel?

“Fuck,” I hiss when | finally feel her guzzlingback, her tongue swirling like a guide for her mouth as she

explores more and more of my length. The lower she goes, the harder she sucks and | send a prayer out to the

universe to keep its stars out of the street because suddenly they are all | can see. We need to make it to Seattle

in one piece because now, more than ever, | want to see her in every color of lace ever made.

Taking the initiative, | drive her head up and down my dick with my fist, using her hair like reins on a bridle. Her

murmur of hunger vibrates across my shaft and | growl and moan as the delicious sensation drives down into my

balls. When she begins to hum a musical sound of seduction and her grip tightens around my base, | explode in

a stream of curse words and white-hot fire, an uncontrollable jolt of my hips shoving my cock so far back into her

neck that | suddenly fear for her life. Her breath skirts my stomach as she swallows every drop, giftingwith

the pleasure of unholy suction, and | don’t even notice that my car has stopped moving until | see the red and

blue lights flashing in my rearview mirror, beckoning my car to the side of the road.

“Sweet Jesus,” | whisper, my body shuddering as she peels herself off ofto sit upright, her hardened nipples

snagging my attention and dragging it with them as they go.

“How was that?” she has the nerve to askas | sit here drained of everything including coherent speech. I'm

two seconds away from hooking her with my fangs when | hear the siren wail behind us in a not so subtle

reminder that I'm still parked in the middle of the highway. For a moment, | ignore the cop at my back and

simply stare at this beautiful woman, wondering if she knows how completely devoted | now am to her.

To her mouth.

-To her body.

To her existence as a whole.

She’s so mine.

Thank you universe, | accept

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Cik shit the cups, hei byen who when she catches sight of the highes patrolman behind us

vise you chan, baby, | say with a smirk, then I hit the gas pedal and sorry toward the next exit. The cop is trailing

so close tothat Here comi be more than a couple of Inches between our bumpert and without so much as

explaining myself, | hit Rainier on my speed sial, farle prick, well hat ver obert all that.

Explaining the situation to Rainler takes about ten wonds or less, meanwhile, Officer Killjoy remains in my

rearview and is more than likely running my plates.

Really?” Rainier’'s amused voice fills the car. Your zipper was stuck?

“Definitely stuck. So stuck,” | say, with a chuckle as | start to pull onto the shoulder.

111 see what I can do, but there are no guarantees. They don’t oweany favors.”

“Right,” | say, ending the call, content to wait while my brother works his magic.

As | suspected, by the tAnastacia has replaced her seatbelt, the highwayman cuts his lights off and rides up

alongside ofjust to tip his hat toand throw a wink Anastacia’s way. My brow furrows instantly, my fists

clenching with jealous anger and my head swiveling in Anastacia’s direction.

Lucky for him, she doesn’t respond, because the way I'm feeling about her now haswanting to jump out of

the jeep, pull him out of his car shift in to my wolf, and chase him back onto the highway with my fangs tearing

at the flesh of his ass.

Fuck. She's got me.

Before we jump back on the road, there's something I have to tell her. Something she might not want to hear,

but it needs to be said before | take her shopping and she stripsof my manhood completely.

Reaching across the center console, | drop my hand down on top of one of her thick warm thighs and give it a

demanding squeeze. “I sure hope you don’t miss Louisiana, little demon,” | mumble tiredly, my body still

recovering from its drop from heaven.

Her eyes fall to my hand in her lap and something inside ofwinds tight with possession. Eyeingwarily,

she asks. “Why do you say

that?”

Because after tonight, | don’t think I’m going to let you go.

Studying her face, | imagine what it might be like having her withall the time. Lighting candles in my house

and casting spells in my living room.

| mean, is that the type of shit that she would do? Or would it be like last night, when she took over the cooking

in the kitchen? Or this morning, when she took it upon herself to cut up my food for me? What would it be like to

be able to just chand have her there Or climb into bed and wrap her legs aroundevery single night

so that I can sink into her heat?

Heaven on Earth.

“We'll talk more about it after tonight,” is all | say, too much of a chicken to tell her exactly how | feel.

“After tonight?” she asks, her irises swirling with a wash of what looks like purple smoke. “What happens

tonight?”

“Anything could happen tonight...” | say noncommittally.

She snorts, “Anything? Really? What aren't you saying to me, Pretty Paul?”

| smile to myself as | turn back onto the highway, avoiding her question and racing toward Seattle at breakneck

speed, suddenly eager to get through this shopping trip and get her back to the house.

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Am | ready going to let her bon candles” In my heer****

In fact, I'm even thinking of buying a few of my

| wonder if they have any that smell like homeycomb

My cell rings on the dash just as we roll up to a little shop called A Corfer on the Lunar Moon complete with a

grand display window boasting a five pointed star with a circular moon around it. The nthat flashes across

my phone's screen surprisesand i answer it on the first ring, allowing the call to push through the speakers

while lind parking across the street from the store.

You're not going to believe this,” Gryffin says.

Fuck. “Tell me..."

“They left.

“Who left?” | ask, just wanting to be sure he’s saying what | think he’s saying.

“The hounds. They left. Cane followed their trail up over Blackjack Mountain thinking they were heading for some

cave to rest in, or sother place to crash, but they didn’t stop there. They kept on moving. They went south

to Tacoma Narrows. Cane says it looked like they chartered a plane out of town.”

“What the fuck? There's no way they gave up that easily. They chased her over thousands of miles, Gryff.”

“Yeah, but she was alone then. Now... she has us.”

She sure as fuck does, but still...

“I don’t buy it. | think they're up to something.”

“Maybe, maybe not. Don’t forget, they lost a man this morning.”

“Yeah, they did, but you haven't met the Alpha. | have. He's not the kind to give up so easily. No. Uh-uh. They

may have left today, but something tells me, they'll be back.”

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