The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Twenty–Eight

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Tomsonic?” I whimper, as he lifts himself off the bed and makes his way toward the broom,

His steps stutter, but he doesn’t born around. I have some things to take of Ito shower. Then he disappears into the bathroom and closes the door without looking back.

What he just happened

My body heats as I attempt to shake the need to have him between my legs and his on my neck. A ignition of rippling hot energy tumbles att longing stronger than I have ever felt before

I want him on me. I want him to bite me

What the fuck? I place a hand over my neck at the junction of my shoulder. My flesh is throbbing in the spot. Almost as if in need mb it out and the pain slots dies.

But why did he stop!

I think I made it pretty clear of what I wanted him to do to me.

Maybe he’s still feeling guilty about last night. Or maybe, he feels like I pushed him in our le escapade by stroking him in his sleep

(did kind of molest hom didn’t t

But I’m not sorry about it.

Or… maybe after the waterworks I displayed at his questioning, he was afraid I was on traumatized to duck properly. God. Rolling my eyes I slide from the bed just in I hear the shower go on. Grabbing a imel from his closet and a few items from the bag he brought over from the condo, I make my way out of the room and down the hall to the other bathroom. Opening the door, I don’t notice the steam right off. Nope. All I can see in the glistening caramel skin of a taut male ass.

Quinidin shock, his eyes going wide at my obvious approval. “Fuck” He shouts

Scrambling for his towel, he slips on the wet floor. Feet going high enough in front of him that I can see the neatness of his clipped toils – he is momentarily airborne before landing with a ground shattering thud onto the floor. Which places his head right at my feet and his junk on full deploy,

my towel over

groans, wincing as he lay there in

so that

laugh and turned around so that he

fuck?” Dumenit says.

In boot, he looks downright stary- If you don’t count the water

around him to retrieve ander towel. “Are you finished almady?” I ask from his bathroom doorway, noting that he probably isn’t, because the shower

toward mom the bedroom doorway with so much force that I back against the wall. “What the buck were you be doing?” He snaps, tucking his

full well what I am about to say will piss him off. “Nothing last sold him

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oute.” He smirks. “You’re calling tease? If I remember correctly, I didn’t even have to remove your pants to get you to come all over my hand”

“Did you hear yourself? Your hand? Really? Even Margo got more than

who you

him in his skippery chest.

yes. You think tim

I snap, clenching my teeth. Do not

up with one hand. Hes. There’s so much that you don’t know about me in

i air hand to tront of his towel, smiling when I find he

his breathing turning ragged as he presses me into the wall is an attempt to contain whatever demon he is battling against.

on his nightstand

toward that place that aches for his teeth. The phone rings a second time as my nais raked over his chest. “I have to answer he says, ripping himself away from me, Glancing my way, his eyes fall slowly over my body, Gracing me with a deeply dimpled smile, he promises, ater” Then biting his lip he shatches his phone. With one last look at where I stand painting, he stares at me almost lovingly. Then he reaches inside the front of his towel to stroke his dick. Momentarily flashing me and causing my eyes to go wide

the hall whi

the hall where I hear him say, “I’m on my

in the hell

blonde cutie the ban Who knows? One thing is for sure… En not getting any more than a clit