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

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

know hemd

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

want to tacht

–

for any sign of his waking, I grase my hand over the hardness of he shaft, my mouth watering at 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

toward the base of

his hips into mine. “Shit,” I hiis, biting down on my botim lip and staring

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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

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

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

and lifting my hips to meet

hand under

interse sensations he is creating getting the better of me as hands

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 to

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

cum,” he addit

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