The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter One Hundred–Thirty–Six

FELIN

Control your breathing. Felly! Do NOT act like a weirdo,

But……. my face feels like it’s filling with blond. I can feel it rushing up from under my chin. It’s making my tongue thick, and my jaw ache. Now is not an ideal time for me to use my feet. Because he is still staring at me and if he watches me walk toward him, I will undoubtedly walk crooked! Just look somewhere else!

And… I’ve ne

never kissed anyone 1 liked before. Not ever. Or come on, Felt He’s probably not even trying to kiss you!

He sighs heavily, tipping his head back and chuckling at the ceiling. “Come on,” he chortles, with his head tipped back.

“Alright!‘ 1 snap, walking slowly around the counter and into the kitchen, just to stand there awkward as fuck

He grins, tipping his head back down and his back off of the fridge. He simply stares at me, slowly losing his smile as his eyes travel down my body.

“Now that I’m here,” I remind him. “Just like you asked me to be. What am I doing… here?”

He starts laughing again, this time quite a bit harder and now I’m wondering if he’s laughing with me or at me? Like… what if he’s getting a kick out of pretending that be… that he what, Felix? He never said he is interested in you.

Almost too suddenly, his laughter cuts out and he reaches out his hand, Come on, come here.”

Releasing a breath of air, I cock up a suspicious eyebrow and step closer, allowing him to take my hand. He smiles brilliantly, then with one swift bug he pulls me in front of him, turning me so that I am now facing the cutting board and his vegetables.

But… he’s standing so close behind me that I can feel his face against my hair. And… he’s holding both of my wrists so gently that it almost feels like he’s stroking them.

“We’re going to make dinner.” he says softly, his lips so close that I can smell the mint of his breath. “Do you know how to cut vegetables?

1 snicker, “Unfortunately,”

He laughs shortly, the sound dark and undeniably male. “Okay. Then st

step up to the plate.”

I step forward, feeling somewhat like an idiot as he steps with me, his hands still on my wrists. I eye the ingredients on the counter and they are just a little weird. Potatoes, sweet peppers, com on the cob, onion, carrots, and radish

“What are we making?” I ask, grabbing the knife to pick up where he left off and slice the potatoes.

“Hmm?” he murmurs absently. “Uh…”

His hands rest on

on the counter now. One on each side of me. I have no idea what exactly he is doing while I ans slicing, but whatever it is,

“What are we cooking? ask again, laughing.

chuckles, “Honestly? I don’t know. I didn’t

I tense a bit, my face heating again, but I continue to slice the potatoes faithfully. “Is there any

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see,” he

damn near panics. It felt really nice hiving him near me like that. What if he grates the ingredients and decides to do something else? Like… stand somewhere else?

toss them in a bowl, covering them in hot water before setting them

boneless chicken thighs and jasmine rice,” he says walking

perfect,” I

there anything that you

need me to do

strips and get a scop pot boiling with about four quarts of water in it. And if you want, you can start the

side of my waist and squeezing me playfully. His fingers come away so slowly that I could swear they stroke, rather than slide off Get a grip. Your’re

precision, and if he were any faster at it I might think he wasn’t human. The muscles of his arms flex and shift as he deftly butchers each and

his face.

next?” he

staring at it and I could swear he makes a sound. “Rinse the chicken and then throw it in the pot. Don’t forget to add garlic salt!”

“Okay,” he says.

and super ninja knife skills and I’m still on carrots. When I finally finish them, I grab for the onion, knowing this is about to be a

me do this one? I don’t want to you to cut yourself because you’ve been blinded

his arms come around me like before and his body presses into me from behind. When he begins cutting, it’s just like with the chicken. Every single stroke he takes with the knife is perfectly executed.

you?” he asks. “Just turn your face into my shoulder. Right into

can’t. And my eyes aren’t bothering me, but I do. Turning my head, I press into his shirt and suddenly I’m overcome with the delicious scent of vanilla boubon. It smells so delightful that I think I hear myself moan. A minute later, my head is still turned away and he’s not moving. At.. all.

back toward the cutting

my hair by my ear and asks, “Is that all the vegetables?”

answer softly. But I wish there were

go, he steps the kitchen with

s out of

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the water is freezing right now,

“Not for me. Don’t worry,” he says, his

nod, fascinated as I watch him walk out on

I close the lid

But checking over the sides of the rails… and I

What the hell?

lean farther and farther over, but nothing. I can’t even hear anyone splashing Oh

hear him say behind me. “Praise the

raise

you.”