The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter One Hundred-Sixty-Four

DELILAH

His penis - If it can even be called a penis, because his is much bigger than a penis should tappingon my

head as | stand.

“Oh my God!” | shout, snapping my eyes shut before | can even see his Ece. “Why are you nakeil?

He laughs and once again the sound of it does something to me. | can skin. It's almost as if he’s familiar

somehow. Like I should know him....

gles rising up my center, like energy prickling amer

mw | don’t

“Yeah-uh - sorry about the nudity. | was upstreams wills a friend and we wanted to take a quick dip in the water.

| put my clothes on a rock and the next thing you know, they were gone. | must have lost them to the rapids. ”

“Oh,” | say. Makes sense. “Um - | would like to look you in the eyes when | say thank you, but........

“Givea second,” he says and then | hear his feet patter across the ground away from me.

| peek, of course | do, and it is probably a mistake, because now I can see the tribal tattoos that wind up both of

his snap a tree arms and the way his ass muscles shift with each step. | am clenching my hoo-haw and | am not

ashamed. Instantly, | am picturing what his M would look like doing other things besides walking. You know, like

between my legs kinds of things. The image of it, especially when | toss myself in the picture as a prop, has me

biting my lip and humming a moun. He steps into the general store with no hesitation at all and pry first thought

is that this is not the first the’s done this. | still don’t really know what he looks like yet, so | should probably

back a notch. Very rarely do you cacross a full-blooded Adonis. Most of the tthose who are blessed with

a body like his, carry the burden of our sins in the face. Not that I'm terribly superficial, but you know how it is.

Your can’t have it all... Seeing that he is definitely equipped with everything God intended a man to have in order

to super populate the Earth, my guess is he’s sporting a mug that only mother could love. So when he steps

back out of the store in a pair of black trunks and sneakers, | almost don’t want to look up. But... |

do it anyway.

And Sweet Baby Jesus... He's full-blooded after all. Take that, man! Eicorns do exist.

My mouth falls open in shock as | try to accept the injustice of his perfect features. His clean cut brown hair

somehow looks naturally spiked and playful. | instantly want to run my fingers over the top of his head to see if

the strands bounce back or lay flat. Moving lower, the high arches of his eyebrows alone make him look like

trouble. Then there's the slightly exotic tilt of his eyes, that are so light of a brown they are damn near yellow

and the crescents of his OMG’ long, thick eyelashes that hover low enough to make him look sleepy. Hi straight,

perfectly sculpted nose sits at a ninety degree angle from the top of his full, yet slightly pouty lips. And of

course, there's his jawline, that is so chiseled and so squared you can see the muscles working just below his

cheekbones.

He has the face of an angel... or... a devil

There’s no way that he’s not taken already. Damn it,

I'm hot. I think I'm getting really, really hot. Maybe | should take another dip in the water.

“There we go,” he says with a quick smile. “I'm ready for you now.

Excuse me? “Ahern“-l cough “what?” | think I just fried my brain by attempting to count his abdognitial muscles.

For sure they can’t be real.

His lip twists upward in a half smile and now I'm leaning toward face of a devil. “You said you wanted to look into

my eyes and thank me

“Right!” | say with a frog in my throat, my eyes hugging from the sound. The fuck? I'm trying to meet his state,

but may gane keeps slipping downward and over the exquisitely smooth skin of his powerfully built chest. |

follow the wind of tribal markings from his deliciososly curved biceps on each side to where they end in a

decorative vee just jer his collar bone. Knowing that he is still waiting for my thank you while | ogle him, | say, “I

like your tattoos. Very... interesting. Very interesting? Really*

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You can touch them, if you want, he offers, his glowing eyes shifting Back and forth over my face.

Flames. Burning Bre roasts across my cheekbones and | am tempted to art coughing just to disguise how red |

must be. Shake thu vu What in the monil hell is wrong with you? to get your damn binkles! “T...um...” up, up, up,

my eyes lift and | say thank you for what you did. For saving me. I'm pretty sure if you hadn't been there, |

wouldn't be here.”

“Your welcome,” he replies, his eyes traveling over my ugly, boyish, out that | would not have worn if I'd known

what kind of pth swath in the creek.

I've got a long walk ahead of me, so | guess | better get going.” | say styly, forcing my legs to work and stepping

in the direction of the store. God: What the hell? Something inis screaming in protest as walk past him and

toward my Twinkies. It feels like a physical puti on the base of my throat, warningthat if | walk away from

him now that I will dream about him until the day that | die and never will | find him again. Stop it, bratul Don’t

be so tic.

“Wait a minute, Lilac, his boyishly masculine voice reaches out like a to, jerkingto a stop.

Lilac? What?

| turn around to see him walking toward me, his hand going over the back of his neck like he’s not sure what he

wants to say. The fired muscles of his arm as it bends, milking my honey like a bee charmer would at the fair.

Lord, | might have one thing.

“My n

nis Delilah,” | i retort. “Not sure where you got Lilac from.”

He grins, stopping eight inches fromand forcingto crack my neck toward the heavens just to look into

his eyes. “Lilac... Delilah Sthing,” he quips.

It's totally not.

“Okay, Maximus,” | tease, smiling when his eyebrows snake into the limbo. “What's on your mind?”

He loses his smile, the gold of his eyes suddenly swirling with intensity “You said you have a long walk ahead of

you.” | nod as he goes on, “Well, | don’t know where you're headed, but a walk in any direction from Blackjack

Creek is probably not safe for a girl like you. As you already know, there are lions on this mountain. And there are

wolves.”

Wolves. Yes, | know. My face pinches. That's right. There are lions. Lions, that I'm sure | can’t outrun. Well, fuck.

“Shit,” | snap. “You're totally right, and just so that you're aware, it would have eventually occurred to me. Just

not until it was too late to turn back.” | clamp my eyes shut for a moment to school my anger. Then | open them

to send my brother, yet another, hate-text.

When | look up again he’s eyeingsuspiciously. “Someone coming to pick you up?” His words are carefully

clipped and just on the edge of being hostile.

| shake my head. “No, | wish.” Then with another thankful smile, | wave goodbye and start to back toward the

store. “Guess I'll have to spend the money for a cab.”

Where are you trying to get to?”

1 pause just outside the store entrance. “A little town on the beach called Port Orchard. | refuse to stay in that

joke of a cabin for even une more night.”

He smirks, stalking forward as he checksout. His gaze crawls overin a slow, intentional perusal, as if he

wantsto see him doing it. Or like he’s trying to prolong our ttogether.

Okay, maybe he’s not taken.

Or maybe he’s just a shut. | mean, he did arrive in the nude.

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Chapter Comments

Marietta Gary

Jaylee, Delilah sounds like my kind of people. Delilah (Lilac, sthing) seems like someone | would hang with,

we have the spersonalities (thank God we didn’t hav...