The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Eleven

DOMONIC

“What are you doing?” She asks me, her voice strained.

Trying to figure out how I’m going to touch you without losing control.

It’s as if I’m in some sort of trance while we’re sat there, her hair falling around her shoulders to the floor. Some of it over her breasts, some of it over my knees. Goddamn it, she is fire.

I trace the outside of her face with my thumb, stroking her skin back and forth and trying to pull my eyes away from the valley of flesh exposed by her tank top. But it’s harder than I thought it would be.

Everything is harder. Everything.

She simply stares up at me, her lips parted and wet, and her legs cris–crossed in front of her. I clamp my eyes shut for a moment and lean forward. I don’t open them again until I’ve released her chin to place my fingers on her mostly bare shoulders instead.

Her head is directly in front of my crotch now. Damn.

“Let me know if I hurt you,” I say, my voice coming out strangled and deep. I begin to work her muscles in her shoulders and the fall of her eyelids to crescents of feathered lashes is enough to tell me she’s enjoying my touch.

Her skin is softer than velvet.

She closes her eyes and moans as my hands knead and pinch and pull with ease. The sound is not one I will ever forget. I want to pull her up in front of me and do her entire back. I am dying to strip off her top and latch on to one of her heavy round breasts, but of course, I don’t. Instead, my fingers find themselves delving lower and lower over her chest, until they are cresting along the tops of her honey- colored mounds.

Fuck. She is so soft.

The plump fullness of her breast is begging me to slip my hand all the way in an hold the heavy weight of them against my palm.

“That feels so good,” she whimpers causing me to clench my teeth.

Hell yes, it does.

My hands start trembling, and I have to fight for control. Blood pounds between my legs turning my dick into a throbbing lead weight, and we were only five minutes in. She sighs and leans her head back so that I could roll my thumbs beneath her skull, and I find myself stroking the skin beneath the straps of her bra. It would be so easy just to slide deeper and cup her in my hands. I’m dying to wrap my fist in her hair and drag her up onto my lap.

I should. I really should. She’s mine. Why can’t

That’s it. I can’t do this. I have to stop.

I was about to, my hands stopped moving, and she opened her eyes. But instead of sitting back and away from her, what I say is, “Get up here.”

And God fucking damn

with the movement and a sound that is half moan half growl, rumbles

upward,

hands drop from her shoulders to stroke

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pants and I slide one hand over the front of her top to hold her throat, the

need to

are poking straight through the fabrics of their coverings and I brush my hand back and forth over the tops of them. A singe of

I groan.

my tongue. I close my arms more tightly around her, shivering at the

With my mouth traipsing sa close to her neck, I can feel my fangs tingling, begging to be

has to

are we doing?” She moans and the sound is fucking

I say, trying to turn her face toward mine and get

up and my body instantly missed her closeness. It’s painful. My skin

me like a wanton goddess, she is the most beautiful creature I have

stepping away from the couch. “You already

No, I didn’t!

“What? 1-”

town.” She crosses her arms over her bountiful chest and snaps, “You said it yourself. Liking someone and

I did say

minute Draven,

“No. Get out.”

my hands. What I

not, I will still

best I can with a raging hard on

Why

in my room, in my house. But if I do that, I will probably want to keep her and if I keep her I might no

because I am an actual

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on Paul and how it will difficult to even look at him should he taste

before I do.

I will taste them. I

and heading toward

don’t, then you’ll regret

doubt it.” Reaching inside her bag, she whips out a sexy lace negligee and says, “What do you