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,

I comment, stifling a giggle and laying my towel over his crotch like

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

so that h

laugh and turned around so that he

the fuck?” Dumenit says.

is standing just behind me probably has been from the moment Quinn landed and the face he wears is not one of moment. In boot, he looks downright stary- If you don’t count the water trickling down his

“Are you finished almady?” I ask from

I back against the wall. “What the buck were you be doing?” He snaps, tucking his towel in

about to say will piss him off. “Nothing last sold him about how you’re

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calling tease? If I remember correctly, I didn’t even have to remove your pants to get you to

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

you want to

skippery chest. He does’t so much

hot and dominant a moment ago dissipates from him yes. You think tim afraid to fuck you. Because of your” He s

snap, clenching my teeth.

with one hand. Hes. There’s so much that you don’t

hand to tront of his towel, smiling when I find he is still as hard as stone. His body

an attempt to

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 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

the hall whi

out the bedroom door and into the hall where I hear him say, “I’m on my way. Don’t

facker? Who in the hell is that

other night. Or the blonde cutie the ban Who knows?