The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

The Pack: Rule Number 1 – No Mates

Chapter One Hundred–Thirty–Seven

FELIX

“How did you move so fast?” I asked, my heart banging against my the Maybe a tle more tipsy than I thought I was. But ho. It can’t be that. Because he was on the sofa, 1 was looking at him as I walked in the kitchen. Then all I did was turn off the stove which takes: three seconds, or five if you really wanna stretch things – then I turn back around and poof. He’s right on top of me.

Like… literally… on top of me.

He’s got me blocked against the pantry, with his arms bent at the ethos and his hands on each side of my head. And now he’s staring down at me with crazy eyes.

“Say something.” I whisper.

He sighs, his hands fisting next to my head as he clenches his jaw and his body tenses. The strain–of his muscles flexing as he stares into my eyes. But still, he remains quiet.

Suddenly it occurs to me exactly what the problem is and it forces a lump into my throat. From the moment I met him, he’s held a certain opinion of me. Even after he realized that was the victim that day at the club. He knew what I was and he hated it. Maybe he even hated me for it. Maybe… he still does.

He knows I like him and he’s aware of how attracted I am to him… so maybe, he tried to give it a shot and maybe…

“You just can’t do it, can you?” I ask, my voice muddled with disappointment. I bat my lashes a couple of times, to keep the waterworks at bay then lift my chin, trying to smile. To let him know I don’t blame him.

His eyebrows draw together swiftly, his head drawing back. “Can’t do it? Can’t do what?”

I chuckle sadly, pulling my arms up and crossing them to protect myself like I always do. “You can’t get past it,” is all I say, because if I have to spell it out for him, and he walks away from me… my image of him will be ruined forever. And something tells me that no matter where I end up, or who I end up with… it will always be him, for me. As crazy as it sounds, it is just something that I know,

“You’re going to have to be a little more specific,” he says.

I huff, shaking my head, “I don’t want to remind you of it.”

his head.

or for mistreating me that day in the hospital. His

frowns down at me, straightening his arms and lowering his hands so they are just above my shoulders as he traces his thumbs gently over my flesh. My body shudders

listening,” he says. “You’re the one who isn’t listening.”

snort, “No!

search every little portion of my face I’ve just had quite a bit of alcohol and…” he shrugs “Some of the things that I want to say, are probably not the kind

I ask, seriously wanting

considers. “Shit, he curses, pressing in closer so that his

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a whisper, “Things like… how beautiful you are going to look bouncing on my dick with all that facken gorgeous hair of yours falling around you.” He pulls back, his

I’m

studies me, his eyes

does want me… why does he still look so formented? My mind whirls as I recall the other night when he came back with his uniform crooked. Looking The he had just come straight from a fresh tumble. Shit. Maybe there’s someone else. Someone who was here way before me. My throat cknes up

he’s confused. But I see it, the sudden shift in his

you feel that way about?” God I feel stupid. But I press on, Anyone else you… think those kinds of things about?”

asking me if there is anyone else that I want,

sigh, my eyes

immediate. “No,” he

shoulders sag and I start to smile with relief, he delves his fingers into my hair, tilting my head toward his. Suddenly every nerve ending is on fire. My body flushes out, and my heart begins to swell with anticipation. This is it. This is what I’ve been wanting from him from day one. Suddenly, I’m acutely aware of how hard he’s breathing as he stares down at my lips. It’s almost like he’s afraid of something. As if he’s making a choice right now that will change things

let me be your

his tongue traces over my lip, before diving inside. He plunges his tongue deeper and deeper, lashing and swirling against my own as he tightens his grip in my hair and groans deep into my mouth. My hands go up, and I tentatively place my palms on the smooth skin of his naked chest as he continues to plunder my mouth. I m

instantly drop

resting his forehead against mine

back on his chest and holding them there, as he dips his head to the side to gently nip at my earlobe. “Don’t ever apologize for