The Pack Rule Number 1 No Mates

Chapter One Hundred Eighty-Nine

DELILAH

"Hes standing right behind me too, isn't he?" I ask without turning ardend.

"Yup," a cold emotionless voice answers. A voice that does not belong to Quinn.

"How much did the two of you hear?" I ask, wiping the tears from my eyes before I turn around.

"Everything, they say in unison.

Great, now not only do they think Cane could give a fuck less about his sister, but they know he tried to kill his best friend and lied about it.

Despite that I know my brother is in the wrong, and that he is a calss A bonehead, I'm still in protective sister mode. Crossing my arms defiantly over my chest, I snap, "Well, good for you. Not that it really matters, because I'm not going to help you kill him." "Whoa, Lilac!" Quinn says. "Nobody's wants to kill him!

Well that's a lie. For one thing I do

orAlpha...or Domanic... smirks. "That's not true. Gryffin definitely does," the thickly muscled, handsome stranger says

Quinn's friend... or and 1 glare.

"Dom!" Quinn growls and a look passes between the two.

"Right," Domonic nods, stepping back. "We'll talk more about this tomonow then."

"Oh no, we won't I say smoothly.

Domonic's eyes narrow, his eyebrows bunching as he studies me, then he flashes me a quick smile that promises more violence than it does joy and he turns around. "You know what I need Quinn," he says. "Get it to me."

Quinn says nothing, simply watches me, a muscle ticking in his jaw, before he sighs and chases after the overly built male that disappeared up the stairs.

I turn back around to watch the black ripples of the ocean and the thick fog rolling in. Am I stupid to think that I can make Cane listen? What if I was the one Elder Roman wanted thrown in the river, would Care have done it? The sad truth was... I don't know, I don't think so, but that's the kind of surprise I can definitely do without.

Where are you Cone? Where did that bastard Roman take you?

Leaning toward the railing, I prop my elbows up and rest my chin on my hands. Maybe it's simply time to let Cane go. He is where he wants to be. Where he has always wanted to be, I suppose. I mean, it's not like he would be the first in my family to choose the Elder path. Nor is the the first to shock me with his betrayal. That award will always belong to my mother. Could be that he's more like her than I realized. Maybe he was only playing a part until the opportunity arose for him shed his skin and slither into a den of serpents, like the little snake he is. Cut old ties in favor of new ones?

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1 groan in frustration as I play back the little details Charlie shared with me about this morning. The arm skinning thing is gruesome as fuck and yet, don't have a hard time picturing Cane completing that part of the act, There's not a doubt in my mind that Cane would have done it just to Pledge. But... I refuse to believe that Cane honestly expected Charlie to die. I will not accept that my brother meant for Charlie to drown. Charlie was able to get free somehow... he was able to untie his wrists and drag himself out of the river. Cane had to have left the binds loose on purpose or something.

Fuck Cane, I hope being Elder Roman's little bitch is worth it..

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Elder Roman is the only one of the The Elder Fow that I furys makes to address with his title. Why? Because when I was sixteen Elder Roman walked up on Ted (yes, that douche from the burger joint) trying to force his tiny sausage into my hoo-haw and he ended up tossing Ted across the room. I guess I probably shouldn't have hugged the dude when I thanked him, because the next thing you know, he was everywhere. Always looking out for me, keeping me pure. At first eemed like a normal sort of Uncle type thing to do for me, but then it started to get out of hand. Soon he was showing up at my school and Ilipping out on any guy I talked to. I finally had to let him know that I wasn't a virgin and that he didn't need to save me from the world of cock. At first the news seemed to have its desired effect. But the next thing I know, he's flirting with me every chance he gets. Family barbecues, family Meetings, camping trips... until my mother began to notice. That was all it took for me to find them fucking in the poolhouse. I'm sure my mother probably thought I was jealous, and I think I even pretended to be, just so she gave it her all. That night, she declared that men like Elder Roman could never be satisfied by a young girl like me and made me promise never to address him as anything less than Elder. Because he was a mo and I was a girl. No problem, manat Getchal

Sadly, my dad had no idea that his beloved was in the backyard bainking his best friend. In the end, it didn't really matter, because Elder Roman treated my mother like the plague from that day on and I couldn't help but laugh at how frustrated that made her

The Pledges of the Elder Few have always thought of Elder Ruanan as somewhat of a legend. The man has never accepted an apprentice until now. Until, Cane. Elder Roman choosing to train Air out of all the sons of the Elders is probably the hand stroking Cane's balls at the monsent, and until his balls unwind, Cane won't know which way is up.

Then again, Cane is a twenty-three year old virgin, and I can't help but think maybe he should at least get some pussy before he decides what direction his life is headed in.

Just as I start to turn, large hands grip my hips on each side, holding me in place and preventing me from moving at all. They stroke up and down from my outter thighs to my waistline to my ribs, then my ribs down to my outter thighs and back again.

You have the sexiest hips, Lilac," Quinn whispers, dipping his head into my neck and nibbling on my exposed shoulder. Sparks tingle and warm the skin with each and every drag of his lips. I have been waiting all day to have you back here and alone," he groans. "You have a promise to keep."

'I do?

Uh-huh, he coos, his arms closing around my middle. Sliding his hands under the front of my blouse, he fires the bare flesh across my stomach, nipping and licking at my earlobe the entire time. "You can't tell me you don't remember," he whispers then dips one hand into the front of my leggings to cup my mound and one hand into my bra to cup my breast. He squeezes both roughly and I shudder in his arms, gasping for breath. "You promised to let me use you tonight, he moans, his hand exploring more and more flesh beneath my shirt as the other begins to dip beneath my panties and stroke mercilessly between my folds.

Why is he rushing this? 1 groan as he presses into me from behind, grinding his thick hard shaft into my back as he shoves me up against the mailing. "Quinn!" I gasp, feeling his hands grope me, yanking off my top and tossing it to the side, then pulling down my leggings and panties in one hard sweep.

"Fuck," Quinn growls, and I can feel his gaze on me. Strangely enough. Im not at all cold. In fact, Em burning up. He groans deep in his chest, as both of his large hands close over the globes of my hare ass. He bends over me, pushing my stomach over the wooden railing and stroking his hands up my back to my shoulders. "I want to take you just like this. Fast and rough, with your perfect hips between my hands and my fangs on the back of your neck. Like a beast."

"Fangs?" I whimper, and Quinn grabs my chin in one hand, tuming my face so that I can see the japossibly sharp canines protruding from his lips. I moan, biting down as his eyes swirl black and yellow.

Now that I see how fucking perfect you are," he groans, his whole hand pinching the flesh over my hip, "I need to be inside of you."

I shudder, wondering how he was able to hide all this intent from me when his friend was standing next to him. I hear his belt buckle, then his zipper. I feel the head of his impossibly thick cock wetting itself against the honey of my entrance as his free hand strokes up and down my bare back.

"Wait!" I try and stand up, but he doesn't let me. "Shouldn't we use protection?"

Quinn groans, kicking my legs apart and dipping the tip of his dick between my sopping folds. "You're my mate, Lilac. We are each others

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protection," he growls, reaching forward with one hand to grab the front of my throat while stroking the other up and down my back. "My god you are so fucking soft."

I whimper, loving the possessive way his hands explore my curves as the head of his dick bumps my clit and I cry out. "Quinn," I whine, arching my back so that my ass presses against his hip.

"Oh fuck," he growls, squeezing my throat at the very same time he plunges his cock two inches into my heat. He trembles against me, "Fluck... This is going to be quick, baby. I'm not going to lust."

I moan, falling limp over the railing as an exquisite warmth begins to tingle behind my slit. A throbbing electricity that is begging for movement. So I circle my hips and edge backward, attempting to bring him in deeper as my pussy begins to pulse with need.

"Shit, he hisses, and I can feel him watching as he releases my throat to caress and pinch my hips in his hands. Then, without warning. his hands clutch my flesh painfully and he slams into me, knocking my body hard into the railing. He moans and grunts, pulling out and slamming back in repeatedly, Sending me careening over the railing with each and every thrust. Stronger and harder he pounds into me. Until the sound of his skin slapping mine is louder than the ocean waves below.

I yell, half pleasure, half pain as the hot thick length of him invades my body and my muscles tense, over and over again. "God!" l-grab for the railing with my hands, even though I'm still pitched over it. Suddenly my core begins winding tight, and Quing's hands reach up and clasp my shoulders.

"You feel so good," he whispers, pulling me backward now, pounding me into every thrust. His hips pistoning so powerfully each hit knocks a scream from my lungs. I'm going to explode."

The way that he says it is breathless and tortured and I could swear his cock is swelling inside of me. Growing bigger even now as my walls go impossibly tight. With one final thrust, he plunges deep and I melt all around him, shouting his name as I fall apart and my juices coat my thighs. He follows after me with a rumbling growl, planting himself inside while grinding his hips into my sex. I feel his mouth on my sweaty back as he pants for breath and I shudder.

Quinn smiles against my ear and whispers, "Can you feel it now?