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!”

at my arms and

I growl, just as she flips around to face me and her tiny little fists beat upon my chest. “I won’t let you do it,” I snap, snatching

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

choke out.

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blue and her pupils stretch wide

No w

don’t,” I

honeycomb scent of her arousal pours from her come to sing the barrie

this time aje listless and fall like a

neck of my shit lay stretched gen breast.

can’t do that, baby,” I say back to her, tracing my

rather see my fingerprints elsewhere on her body.

to sob quietly and her body quakes with grote stukes of breath whimpers, and I suddenly want to kiss her more than anything else in the world. I want to put ber to bed. center and she pours her heaven

girl. I really don’t

think about all the hate I’ve been

called her ereepy and the

her are pointless, because, charmed or not, I want her too much. My fangst

my own and

Closing my eyes, I dip my nose into her hair, tracing her ear with

you have any idea how much I want to bite you righ now?” Circling my hips with punishing force, I say, “Do you know how dangerous that can be for you if

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

b red by me as I am by

Jesus Christ.

I don’t think I’ve ever

fo us? For my pack? To have a witch as a mate

who she

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

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she moans. Please, please,

Oh you