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

a sound that is half moan half growl, rumbles

slides upward, pushing

roll my hips against her. My hands drop from her shoulders to

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pull her hips in closer so that she could feel my dick straining against my pants and I slide one hand over the front of her top to hold her throat, the other gliding up to capture one full

so bad. I need to have

through the fabrics of their coverings and I brush my hand back and forth over the tops of them. A singe of fire pumps through my

I groan.

tightly around her, shivering at the feel of her body in my grip. Pulling her in tighter and she rolls her hips back against my erection and I almost bite her it is that

murmur, all pleasure, no protest. With my mouth traipsing sa close to her neck, I can feel my fangs tingling, begging to

has to stop

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

her face toward mine

body instantly missed her closeness.

wanton goddess, she is the most beautiful creature I have ever

stepping away from the couch. “You already told me

No, I didn’t!

“What? 1-”

chest and snaps, “You said it yourself. Liking someone and wanting to fuck someone are two different

did

a minute

“No. Get out.”

hands. What I wouldn’t give to

the best. Whether I want her or not, I will still need her to leave when the time comes.

as best I can with a raging hard on in my pants. “But cancel your date

Why

I will probably want to keep her and if I keep her I might

because I am

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mind thinking on Paul and how it

before I do.

taste them. I

she scoffs, grabbing her shopping bags and

bite down. “If you don’t, then you’ll regret it.”

me. “I doubt it.” Reaching inside her bag, she whips out a sexy lace