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.

“Honestly? I don’t know. I didn’t really have a

potatoes faithfully. “Is there any chicken in the fridge? And maybe… rice? We

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he says, turning around.

felt really nice hiving him near me like that. What if he grates the ingredients and

bowl, covering them in hot water before setting

have boneless chicken thighs and jasmine rice,” he says walking back toward

perfect,” I

anything that you

to do while

boiling with about four quarts of water in it. And if

His fingers come away so slowly that I could swear they stroke, rather than slide off Get a grip. Your’re like a twelve year

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 every piece. Before I know it, he’s done and I’m… hot. He looks over at me, with

his face.

he grins.

I notice him 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

“Okay,” he says.

I’m still on carrots. When I finally finish them, I grab for the onion, knowing this is about to be a mess. Shit. At least I don’t have

let me do this one? I don’t want to you

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.

to you?” he asks. “Just turn your face

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

tuming back toward the cutting

ear and asks, “Is that all the vegetables?” And 1 feel the slightest touch of his lips as they trace

answer softly. But I wish there were

for a quick, incredibly tight and delicious hug. When he lets go, he steps the

s out of

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open. “But the water is freezing right now, int

worry,” he says, his smile faltering just

I watch him walk out on the deck. Working as quicidy

I close

But checking over the sides of the rails…

What the hell?

nothing. I can’t even hear

right,” I hear him say behind me. “Praise the

suddenly raise up froen whatever he was looking it. Think God. Seetões find

you.”