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.

feeling guilty at all.

turns up, “What

If you could bring yourself to sniff

how sexy.”

black. “Oh baby. Don’t you dare,” he

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 more and more ragged. “I’d hate for you to lose you femper again so close–to the full moon.” I tease, slipping my shorts down over my hips and glancing back toward where I left

be found. I He dashes toward our roon and I note with a swilt look around that there isn’t even 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

on my feet in the center of the wide raintop shower. He licks his lips, kicking the door shut behind him as his

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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

fall about his face and dance just above his wide, sculpted shoulders. The look be gives me is ravenous, his fangs shearing once again over 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

hands on the wall in front of me as water cascades over my back. “Hurt

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

back as a scream

desire, my body going completely limp against his as the pressure in my center explodes and a different type of ecstasy ensues. Lean feel his

naked in bed with his amis on either side of me, holding me

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

lips. “I love you too, Mister Mayor.”