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.

to. Pat Domonic demanding to know all those things the way he did, didn’t really make much sette the sadden need to know who live fucked! Who my eors

honestly, I do want to do – 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 fall of Demonic’s powerfully cut chest,

hemd

the

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 have to stifle a moan as his hips

want to tacht

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of his unconscious response. I stroke him over the blanket slowly, careful not to squeeze more 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

begin to stroke downward, toward the base of of his

he lips me onto my back and presses his hips into mine. “Shit,” I hiis, biting down on my botim lip and staring up

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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 against my center eliciting another mean

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

I nod

most sensitive parts through my pants. God, how I want you,” he whispers, almost as if in wonder, “I want

battling back and lifting my

sliding a hand under

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

nibbling, rating. I slide one hand over the back of his neck, putting feverish in

side of my face. His mouth clamps down on my neck and his mouth in Lighter against the

cum,” he addit

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