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

have to feel bad for me okay? I don’t want you here with me just because you feel guilty, or for mistreating me that day in the hospital. His jaw clenches and he continues to shake his head at me. “No! You need to listen

they are just above my shoulders as he traces his thumbs gently over my flesh. My body shudders at the contact, a strange warm current flowing

am listening,” he says. “You’re the one

“No! You haven’t

had quite a bit of alcohol and…” he shrugs “Some of the things that I want to say,

what? I ask, seriously wanting

biting his lip thoughtfully, as he considers. “Shit, he curses, pressing in closer so that his mouth

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gap and he chuckles. Nestling gently into the side of my face, he says in a voice just above a whisper, “Things like… how beautiful you are going to look bouncing on my dick with all that facken gorgeous hair

just know I’m blushing. “That’s what you were drinking about? Just

losing his smile. “Yes.” He studies me, his eyes falling serious. And yesterday. And the day

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 and I want to cry at that thought, but I refuse. Closing my eyes for a second to gather my bravery, I force myself to ask, “Is there

I see it, the sudden shift in his feet and the tightness of his jaw.

know, is there anyone else that you feel that way about?” God I feel stupid.

if there is

eyes lifting

answer is immediate. “No,” he says.

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

let me be your

wet lips. His mouth hovers just a touch then, diving in he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth. A soft satisfied growl rumbles from behind his throat. I can’t help but moan as 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 gasping for air when he angles my head even farther back and his mouth dips down to my neck. I whimper as he frantically sucks and bites the flesh beneath my ear, and the sensation causes me to rake my nails sharply over the powerful grooves

and I instantly drop my hands, apologizing, “I’m

panting and smiling before resting his forehead against mine and

holding them there, as he dips his head to the side to gently nip at my earlobe. “Don’t ever apologize for touching me, sweetheart,” he says, in my