The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

DRAVEN

I wake up not really knowing where I am. The bed beneath me is so soft I honestly wonder if I might be asleep at all. Maybe I’m not asleep, maybe I am dead and in heaven.

But then the doorbell rings.

Did I have plans this morning? I think I did. I’m almost sure I did…but what?

I open my eyes. “Shit! What time is it?!”

The doorbell sounds again, and I fall out of bed reaching for the things I wore yesterday. “Fuck! I’m coming! Hold the hell on!”

Stumbling down the stairs in my dirty clothes, I flip the switch allowing the shades to reveal the heavy fog of morning crowding the yard. The sight brings a contented smile to my face.

Wow…it really is beautiful here.

Ding dong!!!!

“Jesus!” I screech, opening the door. “The fuck is your deal?”

He stands there looking sexy as hell, the hint of a smile on his face. “I told you nine a.m. sharp.”

Domonic.

Of course. I forgot all about the breakfast appointment.

him smoothly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and flipping

with amusement. “You are late. It’s ten

my arms over my chest and trying not to notice how crisp and fuckable he looks in white sweats and a stark white tank

showing. And his muscles. And I want to put my mouth on

then… his perfume wafts toward me and

I can smell her all

do

a few more minutes laughing because, I got what I wanted and

and his smile disappears. “You got what you wanted. Which

scoff. “Not you. So, bye!” My attempt to shut the door in his face is thwarted by a

down! Wait a minute! I told you

grin.”No. We’re not. Have breakfast with Margo

in amusment. A half smile quirking up as he wets

yeah? Did she

as I throw him a sarcastic frown. His

cocking my head at him warily. Then with a

questions get stupid answers,

casting his eyes downward as if ashamed. “This

thought you said you were taking her home, last night,” I quip at him and slanting my eyes as I push

if someone might jump in and save him from my wrath. “I was going to but I-,” he stops, crossing his arms over his chest and idadvertanlty making his pectorals more prominently visible. His face turns indignant, ” -wait a minute, I don’t have to answer

in annoyance. “You’re just going to push yourself inside? You

eyes are shing with perverse pleasure. “You’re jealous,” he accuses, rotating his shoulders and sizing me up as he

couch with a laugh. “No. I’m not jealous. I just don’t like you or your bitch. I never intended to come to breakfast,” I lie. I was going to, but now that I know she only just left, I’m

to argue with himself about something, his eyes ticking back and forth as if he doesn’t know what else to say. They finally fall on me and he swallows

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