The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter One Hundred Seventy-Eight QUINN Startling with a whimper, she turns her flawless features my way. The pout of her deliciously pink lips rounding out in surprise. "Quinn," she gushes, relief brightering her wickedly hued eyes. One dainty hand laws into my upper thigh and her body presses intoreflexively. A tremble rises and falls from her chest as her eyelashes fluffer low and wanton. Noticing her scandalously placed hand, she twitches, embarrassed, "Oh shit Sorry! My bad." Before she can remove said hand from my leg, I cover it with my own. Locking her fingers in place, I sent her a pointed look. "Don't be," I commanded. Don't you dare letgo, Mitle fire sprite. The desire to drag my hands through her soft and wavy, flcolored locks.rest, so I drop my hand onto her other side and begin stroking the skin of her exposed shoulders.

"Who are you?" Pinoccgrumbles from across the table.

Right.

Now I can give him my attention.

Delilah's wrist, tugging gently to slide her fingers between my thighs and seal them in. There you go.

Facing his way, I put my hand on D Stay! "Tim her meat," 1 say plainly, ignoring the furious blush that stains Delilah's cheeks. "My nis Quinn." "Her meat?" Charlie repeats indignantly. "What the hell does that even mean?" 1 smirk when I see the jealousy in his eyes. Charlie has definitely got a thing for Delilah, but does Delilah have a thing for Charlie? Most of the evidence I've seen so far would point to yes - but only, if you don't count the physical things. If Delilah hadn't gotten so visibly upset when she thought I had gone, I would crown Charlie the winner for sure. But... she did. And... she's my mate, so I know she at least feels something for me. The mate bond is said to be a powerful thing on both sides. Whether you are human or wolf.

Now, I don't know what Charlie has on her and personally, I do not see match, but who knows? Maybe the more head forehead, beak bumping Charlie is hung like a moose and we've already seen that he has a sensitive side, so... Sladies love that shit, causedon't know, it's the inside that counts... mmkay... right. Exactly.

I think I'm just going to have to outright ask her. Like... right now.

you Settling a closed fist on the table in front of me, I squeeze and release it as many times as I need. It's a sort of nervous tick that I have when I'm pushing myself to do something uncomfortable, which I am, about to do. But before I can get the question past my lips, Charlie's eyes bulge and he begins to fidget.

Scowling atwith open disdain he asks, "What the hell are you? Like bodybuilder or something?" "Something," I say coldly, meeting the warning in his gaze with one of my own. Oh yeah, he's in love with her.

*He's my friend, Charlie. I met him in the creek this morning after you and Cane leftfor dead," De In the ribs.

Delilaly explains snarkily, elbow.

Test your friend?" Charlie asks, eyeingwarily.

"Uh-well-y-yes. Just a friend," Delilah stammers, her eyes suddenly glued to the menu in front of her.

I'm furious at first, but then I have to consider... could she still be feeling insecure? She definitely looked a little heartbroken when she thought that I was gone. Maybe she doesn't know what to call me. So, I decided to clarify. "We are not just friends," I state quietly, unable to keep my face from tensing with anger. At least, I'm not." Delilah bites her lip with a sigh, but doesn't say anything else. Disappointment crushes throughfor a moment, but then I feel something that almost shootsup and out of the booth. Delilah's hand has migrated quite a bit deeper than my thighs, and is now 1/4 Chapter One Hundred Seventy-Eight rhythmically pumpingover my jeans. Although I'm able to bite down on a low groan, I cannot, however, keep from of the table as pleasure begins to snake through"If wants to be just friends, then thats what you will be," Charlie burls atin a sudden moment of hear et of my lips, should rapid pace against her At this point, all I can do is nod in agreement. Words would be a very laid idea. They would not be what cmouth happen open. My hips buck slightly beneath the table, completely on their own, as my dick engorges at palm. I almost beg for mercy, it's that good. Shuddering to maintain control, I reach down and rip her hand away from me. This is a public restaurant and while it normally wouldn't matter to me, I'm not banging her for the first tin a burger joint bathroom. As it is, Ima literal three seconds away from fucking her right here on this formica tabletop. With Charlie, Charlene, and the sexy fat ass waitress looking on in envy.

Delilah continues to pretend to read the menu, a slow smile creeping over her lips as she releases a low chuckle.

I hope you know what you've done, Lilac," I whisper under my breath. "When I get you alone, you're going to regret that." She snickers, attracting Charlie's suspicious eye.

"Hello there, friend," the waitress chirps coyly, as she finally descends on our table. Her attention is foralone, and the only reason it doesn't botheris because I can see that it bothers my Lilac. "You look ready to order. What can I get for you? You can have anything you want. Whether it's on the menu or not, she flirts, her eyes dancing across my chest and shoulders hungrily.

I take a quick peek at Delilah, relishing in the possessive fire I see behind her eyes. She and Mandy are locked in a staredown, a battle of witches. Neither of them seems to be winning.

E clear my throat. “Mandy love, do you have any veggie burgers? Because my friend right here is very particular about her meat," I smoothly.

Fifteen minutes later, two of us are chowing down on a couple of all beel, double patty, double cheese, double deal burgers and the other is picking woefully through the saddest excuse for a garden burger Ive ever seen. To be fair, the way Delilah's sandwich looks was enough to turnoff.

"I'm fucked," she hissed, pulling a long black hair out from under the bun.

Charlie bursts into giggles, sof his food shooting out of his mouth. “I told you to be nice, D." She rolls her eyes, snatching up the gray fat of faux pas and lettuce in one hand and nailing the boy in his enormous forehead. "Fuck you, Charlie." I grin, unwrapping my second burger gleefully, then inspecting it for tampering. It's perfect, just as I suspected it would be, so I slide it anto Delilah's plate.

"What's this," she asks, with a rueful smile and a wag of her eyebrows.

That's my veggie burger... that I ordered... for you," I inform her.

She smirks atbefore darting forward to kiss the side of my face. "Thank you," she says sweetly.

My body is now jammed. Stuck, Immobile. I'm felled by the simplest of kisses and even though it was quick and easy... and incredibly chaste, I can still feel the soft petals of her lips on my face. As she begins to eat, I can't look away from her. The way she daintily tears off the edges of the bun before devouring the rest of it like a rabid beast, is charming as hell. At least it is toit is.

Forcing my gaze forward, I study Charlie and his unhappy glare. As he raises his arms to take the final bites of his food, I notice the marks on his chin and the lines around his wrists. They're fresh. From today, I'm sure. But where did he get them? Who tied him up? "What happened to your chin, Charlie," I inquire. "And your wrists?" 2/4 08154 Fri, Nov 15 Chapter One Hundred Seventy-Eight Charlie's face flushes with shame. It don't matter. I don't want to talk about it." "Huh," I mumble. Then I hope you have somewhere to go, because we most definitely do