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The Pack: Rule Number 1- No Mates

Chapter Twenty–Seven

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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.

last night. I really wanted to. Pat Domonic demanding to know all those things the way he did, didn’t really make much sette the sadden need to know

I stay which 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

know hemd

the

sly, while stroking one hand over the side of his face. Lifting 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

shit. I want to

the strength 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 felt above the coverings. My breath

to stroke downward, toward the base of of

pas, my eyes daring in shock as he lips me onto my back and presses his hips

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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,

continued their mechanical ministrations, rotating and pressing in to my heat, he asks. “Do

I nod

want you,” he whispers, almost as if in wonder, “I want to sink into your heat and bury myself in you

I moon, battling back and lifting my hips

before sliding a hand under my into lift me into the circular torture of his hips.

I whimper, the interse sensations he is creating getting the better of me as hands shout out to grip the muscles of his arms.

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

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

cum,” he addit

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