The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

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The Pack: Rule Number 1- No Mates

Chapter Twenty–Seven

DRAVEN

I wake up on Domonic’s hand smooth chest. He is fast asleep, his heart hudding wildly in my ears causing me to

Hresting heartrate crazy!

“What the fuck? I whisper.

Tuming my body around to face his sleeping form, I place a hand over his heart and sli

tri calm himself. He doesn’t so much as tw% DE

mind powers of totally nonmagical being. Probably on–thed. The man really needs to get moor sleep…

The events of the night before suddenly flash, though my mind and my mood fakers, hit,” I lens.

the way he did, didn’t really make much sette the sadden need to know who live fucked! Who my eors were???

– then I will hot plenty of questions for this asshole when he wakes up. But just now, as I take in the compin early maming sun, just barely filtering

know hemd

the

I allow mysel to stuck him the way I ye wanted to since I met him. He is so beautiful like this Auburn hair unbound and softly feathered against the pillow. High sealpred naturally arched and slashed devastatingly over his barely tied eyes. His lashes are chicker than I realized–prominently resting upon his cheeks. As migu trails over the place the duvet covers his waistline and the remarkably large bulge that is dentered there my insides coll Heart stuttering in my chest, I bite my and slide my hand ever one blanketed cutter thigh and toward the seat of his virility. The closer

shit. I want to tacht

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than a feather’s touch. With every inch I trace over, his cock comes to life. Hardening and expanding with a heat that is ely felt above the coverings. My breath is coming in faster, my eyes ging henry as my palm costs the head of his dick and

begin to stroke downward, toward the base of of his pleasure, he grab

hips into mine. “Shit,” I hiis, biting down on

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doesn’t smile, doesn’t speak – just presses one knee between my thighs to string are heavily muscled leg under mine. Trapping me against the bed with the book of his ankle, he gruam, his hips rolling

and pressing in to my heat, he asks. “Do you

I nod

pushing against my most sensitive parts through my pants. God, how I want you,” he whispers, almost as if in wonder, “I want to sink into your heat and bury myself in you until I forget every fucking thing else in my world.”

battling back and lifting my hips

sliding a hand under my into

of me as hands shout out to grip the muscles of

dipping in next to my ear and his 1 groan, his teeth nibbling, rating. I slide one hand over the back of his neck, putting feverish in intensity, his weight cnahing

my neck and his mouth in Lighter against the side of my throat. His movements become

cum,” he addit

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