The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Twenty–Two

DRAVEN

The beast is staring at me with eyes like silver fire. Eyes that are almost a bit familiar. A wolf that big has got to be a male and this one studies me with the cool intellect of a human being. I and transfixed. My body frozen as the creature scrutinizes me. I can almost feel it’s gaze caress the exposed flesh of my legs through the glass of the large back windows. Then, as if noticing Quinn for the first time, the wolf growls inhis direction. His teeth are barred and ready to rip Quinn’s throat out. Snarling and snapping in his direction.

“Oh, shit, Quinn breathes. “Why don’t you go upstairs and put some sweats on Draven.”

I can’t move. “I’m sorry?”

The wolf taps the glass, his claws screeching, sharp and heavy against the window pane.

“Now!” Quinn snaps.

“I–I–I don’t want to move.”

“Would you rather I left you down here to get them for you?” Quinn chastises, with a slight turn of his head in my direction.

“N–no! I stammer, placing my cup on the island counter and backing out of the kitchen as slowly as possible.

The wolf’s eyes follow my every movement, his gaze steady on me as I scamper up the stairs.

Once on the landing I spin around and head for Domonic’s room to find a pair of pants.

Wait a minute! What the fuck? How the hell are pants going to help this situation?

“Don’t ask questions Draven,” I say to myself, grabbing a pair of Domonic’s sweats from his long dresser against the wall. Tying the knot in place, the fabric of the legs swirl around me, only going tight at the plump of my ass.

Gazing at the open doorway, I take a deep breath. I can’t leave Quinn down there with that ‘thing‘! That enormous monsterous predator.

him in his

bastard is

more primal. A creature of nightmares. Something no one would believe he was should I decide to tell them. Sometimes I’m not even sure if

stairs only to find Domonic has returned, his powerful chest bare

Holy fucking shit.

was

had muscles. I stumble down the last few steps, catching

anger, “Why are you awake?” His gaze seemed to assess my clothing, a deep dimpled smile quiking across his face. “You’re wearing my

my eyes glued to the powerfully bare skin of his deeply tanned chest. “You’re not,” I breathe, one hand

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prickled with sweat. I swallow the moan of pleasure the feel of him elicits from my thoat and step away.

not cold?”

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He is wearing running shoes and black basketball shorts. No underwear the outline of

God

as if there hadn’t just been a large red wolf on the porch. “Did

He nods.

wolf out there! Did you see it? It was huge! You need to be more careful!” I ball my hands

–

I walked up.” I shove at him, stepping by and

say snidely. “That thing was enormous and I think I’ll be taking you up on that offer

on.”

softly, meeting Domonic’s eyes behind my head. “She was scared to death. Especially

and choking on the first sip when I felt Domonic press his arousal into my rear from