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The Pack: Rule Number 1 – No Mates
Chapter Two Hundred Ninety–Five
TIMMONS
After scouring the woods, I drive into town. Domonic has put us on high alert and while Rainier and Koda have been given border patrol, I’m left scouting the town proper for all manner of tourists.
That chick, Rose, she’s trouble.
She needs to get the message and maybe I should be the one to give it to her…
Fucking Enforcers? Really? What the fuck are they? What can their purpose be? What laws do they plan to carry out?
And now because of Rose, I’m being forced to brave some of the places I prefer never to cast eyes on if I can help it.
Lucky for me, I pretty much know who everyone is just on sight of their vehicles alone. So I might not even have to get out of my car during my sweep.
But as I coast onto the main drag, it’s the sighting of one vehicle in particular that has me on edge and when I see Paul’s jeep parked next to it, my hackles are raised.
“Fuck me, really? Just had to take your girl there?” I say to no one at all.
Idling at the stoplight even after it turns green, my muscles tense with the want to take a left instead of the right that I had planned.
Before I went and looked toward the docks. And as traffic swerves around me – because they wouldn’t dare honk – I’m left to argue with myself.
I don’t want to see her.
I hate her.
But Paul’s in there right now with his mate and…
…fuck. I guess dropping in for a quick coffee wouldn’t kill me.
No. But it might make you wish you were dead.
Can this shit get any worse???
One mate, two mate, three mate, four, why did mine have to be a whore?
I almost do it. I almost turn the wheel, but then I remember what it felt like to watch her kiss one of my brothers and I take a right
instead.
Fuck it. Some of us are destined to be alone.
PAUL
By the time our food arrives I receive a text from Domonic and I am forced to release my hold on Anastacia’s hand to pull up his thread. I feel it right away. The cold loss of her warm palm, the tingling pleasure gathered from her fingers coiled with my own… gone. It’s a physical force in and of itself, and for a moment I almost don’t respond to the text, wanting instead to burrow back between her thighs and strum whatever tune I can from her lips.
But I am a good Beta. The best. And I answer.
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Domonic-
Heard you fucked up my yacht. Care to explain?
Me-
Why bother? By now you’ve been told why.
Domonic-
Right. So a witch, huh? Fucking comedy.
Me-
Fuck you 🙂
Domonic-
Does she know about the one you chased down to New Orleans when we were young? The Haitian girl whose mother almost put feathers on your back?
Me-
She does. I told her.
Domonic-
Okay, alright. But does she have all the details? Does she know how fucking scared you were?
Me-
No asshole. She doesn’t. I am a man. I am a beast.
Domonic-
So you didn’t tell her about how that Voodoo Queen made you eat chicken feed for a week just to keep her from changing you into a bird? Leave that for me then. Maybe I can get her to turn you into a turkey just for fun. I for one, would love to see your gobble.
Me-
Fuck you asshole. NO ONE is telling her that story.
Domonic-
Right. Okay, we’ll see. FIX MY BOAT DICKHEAD! We’ll talk about taking your dame out to the ruins later.
Me-
Nothing to talk about. I won’t allow it. No one is going to take her there. Not even you.
Domonic-
I know the mate bond is new for you, so I’ll pretend you didn’t just jizz out an order right onto my hand.
Me-
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I actually haven’t bonded her yet and pretend whatever you like, it won’t change a fucking thing.
Domonic-
Okay Paul. I’ll have to get out the big guns then. I have to take a piece of Roman out to a fandom island, then deal with some Elder Few morons, but after that… Draven and I will be heading home and I’m willing to bet she’s going to want to chat with you ;)
Fuck you! Son–of–a–bitch. Draven loves me and once I explain why, she won’t make me take her.
Silly Alpha… it’s such a shame you’re so dumb.
“Are we eating or texting?” Anastacia chimes out and I slide my phone back into my pocket before she can see any of what Domonic and I were texting about.
When my eyes fall on my plate, I smile. While my fingers were tapping away on my phone, she must have taken the liberty to cut up my steak. How very… wife like.
A sudden fire booms between my legs as I realize… this leaves at least one hand free.
With an animalistic grin, I slide my left hand back down between her legs and turn my wrist to cup her sex on the outside of her sweatpants. Her fork clatters onto her plate and her eyes go wide as saucers.
She smiles, speaking through her teeth, “Paul. Just what the fuck are you doing?”
Stoking my middle finger upward, I can feel the sweet little berry of her center and I nearly groan when it plumps with heat.
Fuck yes.
“P–Paul,” she breathes out, grabbing a hold of her fork and attempting to cross her legs.
Rubbing slow and steady in a circular I don’t let her. Instead, I begin flicking my wrist and applying pressure to the outside of her core. rhythm that sends a wind of honeycomb my way, I take up my fork with my other hand and take a bite of my perfectly sliced steak. The noise in the diner is a cacophony of dishes and gossip, so it’s a go for me. Maybe I can get her to moan my name instead of growl it.
“Stop that,” she hisses, her chest heaving.
“Nope.”
“Goddess,” she murmurs, abandoning her food to grasp the table with both hands. “Fuck,” she whimpers, and I carry on.
“Yes. We’ll be doing that too, but not until we get home. So be a good girl, and finish your breakfast.”
She glares at me, but it’s heavy lidded and not at all threatening, so I continue. Picking up the pace when I feel the crotch of her pants dampening, I spear a piece of steak onto my fork and lean her way to trace it over her slightly parted lips, Aww, she doesn’t seem to be able to feed herself. Such a pity.
“Open up, sweetheart.” And I mean that in every kind of way.
She does it, opening her mouth and her legs at the same time.“Goddess she says again, her eyes falling closed and her hips jerking.
Fuck yes,” I whisper, casting a look out onto the floor to make certain no one can see what we are doing before I deposit the beef between her ripe moist lips. “You are so fucking pretty, Anastacia,” I tell her when she bites down, mingling the moan of an orgasm her swallowing my beef. “Especially like this.”
with
She has full on glazed my left hand in her nectar and my dick is beating like a war drum in my pants. Lsłow my ministrations, taking a cue from her body when she shudders and groans, her nub of pleasure now hypersensitive.
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“Everything okay over here?” Kendall asks, her gaze only slightly suspicious.
“Perfect,” Anastacia mumbles, releasing a deep breath. “So good,” she says softly and I slowly remove my hand to settle it on top of her thighs instead of between them.
“It most certainly will be,” I whisper, turning back to my food and shifting in my seat to relieve a little pressure,
“Glad to hear it,” Kendall says before disappearing to take care of another table.
“You bastard,” Anastacia chuckles, working to catch her breath.
I smirk at my plate, finishing my food without ever using my left hand. Eat up, baby. It’s about time to go shopping. I think you just may have earned those candles.”
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