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.

he did, didn’t

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 early maming sun, just barely filtering in

hemd

the

I lean forward to place my lips gently on his Kissing him 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 slide my hand ever one blanketed cutter thigh and toward the seat of his virility. The closer my fingers get to it, the ligger

I want to

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face 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

toward the base of

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

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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

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

I nod

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 thing else

and lifting my hips

his forehead against mine before sliding a hand under my into

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

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

on my neck and his mouth in Lighter against the side of

cum,” he addit

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