The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

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The Pack: Rule Number 1 – No Mates.

Chapter Fifty–Six

“Trigger Warning Strong Language and Depictions of Sexual Assault ***

DRAVEN

“You know” -Leo croons, unbuttoning his pants and walking toward the cabin room door-“I was going to wait until we were at least a hundred miles from here before punishing you. But I think now’s as good a time as any.” He licks his lips and stops at the foot of the bed, his gaze going wildly bright as he stares at me.

“I’ve never done anything to you!” I hiss. “What do I need to be punished for?”

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“You mean ether than trying to sever my tongue?” He coos, softly. “For running away, Had you only waited a little longer. Had you only stuck it out, a for weeks. I would have killed my father for you, and you could’ve been mine.” The touch of his eyes seems to reach out with a physical force, creeping over me like a parade of imects. I resist the urge to cry out as he drops his pants and exposes himself to me. I don’t shut my eyes. I can’t. I have to be aware of every little move he makes. If I let him see how scared I am it will only spur him on. So instead, I keep my eyes open, my game steady. Trying like hell to keep my body from trembling as he begins to stroke the thick length of his sex.

“Don’t look at me The that Draven. I know you think I hate you, but I do not.” He chuckles. “Pretending you’re not afraid of me won’t get you anywhere,” he grina. “Because, you see? I’ve known you since you were twelve years old and I know you’re afraid. You are terrified. Nor do you want me. So act any way you like. Smile, moin, groan, freeze up. It won’t matter.” He pauses to lick his lips before reaching out and whipping my pants of ‘I know how much you’re going to hate having me inside of you and that will be more than enough to keep me going Again he licks his lips, his eyes dancing from my exposed breasts to the curve of my hips, then hack again. “You are so damn perfect. I cannot wait to break your

I grit my teeth, struggling against the bonds on my wrists. Do him?

He steps all the way out of his pants, climbing onto the bed completely naked and wapping his hands around each of my ankles. “You see, I’ve noticed something out bitches like you, and sluts like Emily. Bom beautiful, thinking you’re free to go cheer you please. Do whomever you please. You seem to think you’re the good to belong to any one man. As if you actually should have a choice in how you’re treated. In what happens to you. But you’re wrong. Culs like you, are only good for one thing.” He meets my eyes. “Fucking”

I can’t help it, I shiver a bit at the evil I see there. His gaze appears the same as it always has in the past–yet his words have given that look meating as to where before, there was only hate. Now? Is so much more than that. Now I see the venom of what he believes. He doesn’t at hate me he hates everyone that isn’t him.

know what you always thought of me. You thought I was weak. Well, surprise, surprise. I’m not. My father is the weak one. Unlike him,

the ocean against the hull. The thunder outside–the pelting of rain Anything

his eyes falling on my red thong as his fangs creep all the way out. Arching almost completely over his chin

to fuck it out of you.” He lets loose with a feral hiss. “My scent will fit you perfectly and if I

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an attempt to test his

I’m going to make things a bit more painful. Maybe break your jaw or crack a rib. Whatever brings the fear back to your eyes. All for my pleasure.” He giggles. “The more frightened

be rescued. If I want to live, Ell have to think of some way to get him to unbell my wrists. I glance around, searching for anything I can use should I get free. My eyes graar over the nightstands on each side of me, then toward the shelf above

15 take the damn thing off I don’t care if I have to use my teeth. It seems whats about to happen is just

have to pre. Can I per first? Lane — but worth a shot

heartily, his hairy

must pee, then pee. I don’t mind. I’ll take

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Chapter Fifty–Six

grips but he only lightens his hold on them. He begs to climb up my body and I try to buck upward, only for him to groan and drop his weight fully between my legs. He moans, his mouth finding my throat and socking viciously

hisses, biting my earlobe hard enough

despite my internall vow not be and his body

No please not

bed with it. I’m panting and ping for breath as his disgusting hands slide currywhere mer my body, lin mouth locks on my throat as he

I scream, bucking my hips to keep him from

knee him in the stomach. He growls, ing up and

ashes out for a second and I taste blood. My cheek feels like an explosion of flesh and bone, but still, I do

limp and I feel hins smile against my