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

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 in from the windows edges, and the steady stand

hemd up

the

my head. 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 my fingers get to it, the ligger it becomes and I

shit. I want to

–

to squeeze more than a feather’s touch. With every inch I trace over, his cock comes to

base of of his pleasure, he grab my wat

in shock as he lips me onto my back and presses his hips into mine. “Shit,” I hiis, biting down on my botim

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under mine. Trapping me against the bed with the book

hips continued their mechanical ministrations, rotating and pressing in to my heat,

I nod

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

I moon, battling back and lifting

against mine before sliding a hand under my into lift me into the circular torture of his

getting the better of me as hands shout out to grip the muscles of

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 into me. I wouldnt

His mouth clamps down on my neck and

cum,” he addit

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