The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Eighty–Four

PAUL

“I am going to give myself up,”

A current of alarm rushes through me. Her words boil my blood and needle through me in a way that has me feeling lightheaded.

She’s bluffing. She’s just trying to rile you up,

“What?” I hiss so quietly that I don’t even know whether I really spoke out loud.

My feet remain rooted to the ground, like stubborn wheels that just won’t roll past the rocks, and I push up just slightly on my feet. As I watch her step past me toward my open bedroom door, each of her dainty steps times with the suddenly weighted beat of my heart. It aches inside, pumping madly, begging me to stop the pain. Pleading with me to grab Anastacia tight and never let her go. Blood pumps through my veins so powerfully that my entire body shakes with the need of her.

You know

you want her. Why not just take her?

11hy would she pick you, our of everyone, to call her mate if she didn’t truly believe it?

Because brain… my dick has made it more than obvious that I’m the easiest mark.

Or your dick is the easiest mark because she’s your møte.

You want her. You know

know you do.

It’s true. I do.

But, I am an idiot. And idiots don’t take what they want. Rather than give myself what my body craves, what it desires, I decide to snap at her instead. “Are you stupid? After all that running? After all the shit you told me about the way he kept you from your grandmother…. you’re just going to jump into his arms?”

It’s that la

last part that finally has me lunging for her. I don’t want Draco touching her. I refuse to allow it. No.

My arms go closed around her waist and I kick my bedroom door s shut before she can even sneak a toe past the threshold.

“Paul!” She moans, wriggling like a spoiled child. “Let me go!”

her head going back as she claws at my arms and kicks

my chest.

wanton goddess. Her chest heaves and her indigo eyes flash wildly, but the purple mist from before is gone. Still, she’s raging and wriggling beneath my hips so ferociously that my dick catches fire. The hard length of my shaft pulses and throbs. Practically stroking itself against the top of her outer thigh through the fabric of my sweatpants. Ecstasy rolls over my spine and I can’t help but groan deep. Holy shit, it feels so fucking good that my fangs snap out, slicing right into my lip like

I choke

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eyes melts into a liquid blue and her pupils stretch wide but the look in

No w

don’t,” I say flatly

her arousal pours from her come to sing

Hut her words this time

catch and snag on her bare shoulder, where the neck of my shit

say back to her, tracing my thumbs over the

hurt her, I know that, but still… Ed much rather see my fingerprints elsewhere on her body. Like in ass. Those I would nurture, those

breath whimpers, and I suddenly want to kiss her more than anything else in the world. I

sweet, sweet girl. I

I think about all the hate I’ve been spouting

witches. I called her ereepy

because, charmed or not, I want her too much. My fangst ane burning witch the urge to sink deep and

her bare feet stroke across my own and I grind

my eyes, I dip my nose into her hair, tracing her ear with my tongue. My fangs teeter on the edge of madness abes shivers and

“Do you have any idea how much I want to bite you righ now?” Circling my hips with punishing force, I say, “Do you

“Do it,” she begs, turning her face so that I can look dist into her eyes. The longing and desperation that

b red by me

Jesus Christ.

I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything

need more time to think about this… about marking her. What if she is my mate? What would that mean fo us? For my pack? To have a witch as a mate is unheard of. At least, it is out here in Washington. I need Anastacia to fully understand wh it

who she

before I let my lips have her throat. The tiniest, barest little taste is all I’m going for, but that’s got what I take. It’s more of a tease than a nibble and more of a nip than a bite, but it floors me and I’m suddenly rendered helpless. Her throat baby soft and when my lips meet her pulse point, my fangs spark with pleasure.

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moans. Please,

Oh you