The Pack Rule Number 1 No Mates novel Chapter 271

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 warned me that 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 I smile. My dick is the one thing my daddy blessed me with that is beyond repinach. One eyeline quirks up in amusement when I think of all the times as a youth that I wondered if mine was small. Despite the countless pornos researched, that pretty much told me I had nothing to worry about. I mean, if I’m being honest, had I tried to be a porn star, I might have made a few millions of my very own. 

“Yeah,” “I’ll “Yeah,” I 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 I said so. Then you may also tell her that she can write it on my tombstone for me 

when I die.” 

“Dom.” Bartlett was. “She’s still 

I 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… I don’t get to bite him?” I snarl playfully. 

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

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

“Gross!” I snap. “I mean, I have nothing against any kind of pleasures of the flesh. Be it nule on male or female on male – but with a little. dick? Come on min, I’m trying to focus.” 

The three men around me fall into a fit of laughter and I use that moment to kneel in front of Ted, placing the swing of my cock, right at his forehead. Breaking open the salts, I 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 sees me squatting in front of him naked. For some reason, 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 I can almost feel my eyes flashing gold. “Hello Ted. I hear you fucked my sister,” 

PAUL 

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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 I get Anastacia tucked safely inside, I’m going to wander the woods. With any fuck, III me Tace to face with the Alpha Dog in his human. foam and he and I can have a little chat. 

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

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 I think it, I 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 home comes into focus, I 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. I prefer artificial light to sunshine, and would probably love candles if I 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 same neighborhood,” I inform her. 

“No packhouse then?” she asks. 

“No, I be, even thought for some reason I don’t Me doing 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 I 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,” I 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 I could play in my head to any number of different daydreams. Things I would like to do to her. Things d like her to do to me. 

For a moment that’s all I 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. 

Fuck me she’s beautiful 

Look away dummy. It’s time to go inside. 

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

“Give me a 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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Chapter Two Hundred Seventy–One 

Or… a meal. 

Stop it 

chicle, stemming