The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

The Pack: Rule Number 1 – No Mates

Chapter One Hundred–Twenty–Five

DRAVEN

My eyes go wide with fear. Oh shit. Why didn’t I think of that when Railer was here earlier and I hugged him goodbye? What the hell a I going to say now?

Domonic’s fangs continued to sharpen, his hand on each side of me began to expand along with the muscles in his chest. His shirt was beginning to rip and I could feel the claws in his fingers spike through fe’s fucken clinging right here?

I take a deep breath, my mind scrambling over ways to stop him from shifting in our kitchen. Domonic,” I whisper, my hands grazing over the steel cords of his neck muscles. “Calm down, please. I can explain!” At least I think I con. Fuck. I’m going to have to lie to him. Exactly what I didn’t want to have to do. Then again, maybe I don’t have to lie if I can just tell some of the truth….

“Explain,” he snarls, his arms bulging, veins pulsing. “Quickly.”

He looks so fucking sexy like this, damn. Get ahold of yourself sister! He’s about to rip through the countertop with his claws. “Rainier came to apologize,” I say, grasping into the farthest reaches of my bullshit for some truth. “He voted against my coming here and he wanted to apologize. I hugged him and told him it was alright. That is all. H–he just wanted to apologize and reassure me that he didn’t take the

ring.”

Domonic’s chest puffs twice more, the shirt now history as it falls off his back and I’m graced with the mouthwatering reality that is his chest, Yummy. He is still breathing heavily but his eyes are swirling with silver, the black dissipating into itself as if spiraling down the drain. Jaw still flexed, his fangs begin to shrink in on themselves as he steps away from me, his eyes falling closed. “Fuck baby, Im so sorry. That was -his eyelids lift just barely–‘so close. I can’t believe I…he trails off, clenching his jaw again as his muscles tense and he glares at me. “I’m going to need you to shower. Now”

I nod gently, sliding down from the counter carefully. F1 can do that. Absolutely.”

“It’s too close to the full moon. My urges are… difficult to master. Especially with you pregnant. It’s never been that hard to control around you. This time… that was… he shakes his head helplessly.

not feeling

mouth turns up, “What

grin, I can’t help myself. “I said, that was sexy. If you could bring yourself to sniff a little lower than my hair,

how sexy.”

irises go black. “Oh baby. Don’t

is altogether different as he watches me. I smile, thinking it’s finally time for that strip show. T don’t even care that the shades are still open. “You want me to shower, breathe, taking the hem of my top between my hands. “Fine, I’ll shower.” I whip the crop top off my head and toss it at his feet, exposing the lacy black bra I’m wearing underneath. My eyes lock on the front of his jeans and the magnificent girth I see punching against his zipper. I step toward the stairs and up, listening as Domonic’s breathing becomes

almost want to ask him how many times he slept with her in bed, but don’t. Why revisit that bullshit? nothing good can come of it. What’s important is the here and the now and the

he hisses, setting me down on my feet in the center of the wide raintop shower. He licks his lips, kicking the door shut behind him as his eyes swallow

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gaze locked with his as I turn the hot water on and let the spray fall over my matching lingerie. “Come and wash me,” I say, popping my bra open in front and leaving it to hang as I lean back against the

he lips as his tongur flicks out to wet their points. I watch him as he undresses, his thick length springing free as he steps into the shower and closes the door. He continues to stare at me as I reach for the shampoo, handing it to him so that he can lather me up. The cords of his muscles flesh and pull with each of his movements as he spins me around and begins my torment. Massaging me everywhere, from the roots of my hair and down over my back, Under my thong and between my folds. He trails his fingers over my shoulders, dragging the straps of my bea downward so he can cup my mounds in his hands, pulling me back against his erection as he whispers in my ear. “The full moon is close. This might be too rough for you. You’re going to have to tell me if

his dick, placing my hands on the wall in front of me as water cascades over

my neck and then he is plunging into me from behind so deeply that we crash against the tiles. My legs are spread wide apart as he slides one arm around my waist and the other around my throat, punishing me stroke after stroke and grunting in my ear. The sounds he makes are animalistic, clashing with the chorus of moans coming from the depth of my throat with every thrust he takes inside me. My climax is rising, higher and higher, as

hisses and I toss my head back as a

different type of ecstasy ensues. Lean feel his teeth pump his venom into me at the same time he cums inside of my core and that alone

bed with his amis on either side of me, holding me close, one heavy leg stretched over both of

over his frises as he clenches his jaw tight. His breath catches as his eyes trace over my features. “I love you,” he chokes out.

him, biting my lips. “I love you too,