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,

stifling a giggle and laying my towel

wincing as he lay there in shame. “Shower’s

that h

so that he could adequately

the fuck?”

not one of moment. In boot, he looks downright stary- If

to retrieve ander towel. “Are you finished

so much force that I back against the wall. “What the buck were you be doing?” He

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

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Chapter Twenty–Eight

me later.”

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correctly, I didn’t

hear yourself? Your hand? Really? Even

who you want to be? Margo?”

off” I shove him in his skippery chest. He does’t so much as bilge, Trend

anger, so hot and dominant a moment ago dissipates from him yes. You think tim afraid to fuck

I snap, clenching my teeth. Do

so much that you don’t know about me in way I wanted to the way I WANT to would be criminal if

tront of his towel, smiling when I find he is still as hard as stone. His body shudderes his hips pushing

presses me into the wall is an attempt to contain whatever demon he is battling against.

on his

think for a minute that he’s about to turn around to arser. Instead, his mouth finds mine as he pulls me into a penishing kiss. “Can‘ you tell how much I want you?” Tongue going deep his hands clamp down on my ass and he holds my body flush to his. I moan against his lips, my bead filling back as his mouth travel over my jaw 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

hall whi

out the bedroom door and into the hall where I hear him say, “I’m on

in the hell is that fucker?

Or the blonde cutie the ban Who knows? One