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.

wanted to. Pat Domonic demanding to know all those things the way he

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

hemd up

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

shit. I want to

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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

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

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

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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 against my center eliciting another mean

hips continued their mechanical ministrations, rotating and pressing in to my heat, he asks. “Do you forgive me for

I nod

I am still wearing, his erection 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

battling back and lifting my hips

hand under my into lift me into the circular

the interse sensations he is creating getting the better of me as hands shout out to grip the muscles of his

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 into me. I wouldnt even have

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

cum,” he addit

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