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!”

past my lips and I hold her lush curves snug against my body. She snarls, her head going back as she claws at my arms and kicks her feet violently. Buoyant, deliciously soft

little fists beat upon my chest. “I won’t let you do it,” I snap, snatching her wrists

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’m some fucken vampire. The moment she notices, she stills, molding into my grip. But she remains panting, yet her heaves become nothing more than shallow gasps.

I choke out. “Please.

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liquid blue and her pupils stretch wide but the

No w

I say

of her arousal pours from her come to sing the barrie

she repeats. Hut her words this time aje listless and

snag on her bare shoulder, where the neck of my shit lay stretched gen breast. Fuck, she’s so

back to her, tracing my thumbs over the insides of her wrists ther the pink mo

didn’t hurt her, I know that, but still… Ed much rather see my fingerprints elsewhere on

and her body quakes with grote stukes of breath whimpers, and I suddenly want to kiss her more

don’t try my sweet, sweet girl. I really don’t like it.

I think about all the hate I’ve been spouting at anything but.

witches. I called

against her are pointless, because, charmed or not, I want her too much. My fangst ane burning witch the urge to sink deep and my dick wants to drive her

stroke across my own and I grind my hips upward at

on top of her. Her curves are draped in heat and they brand so through clothes. Closing my eyes, I dip my nose

I want to bite you righ now?” Circling my hips

it,” she begs, turning her face so that I can look dist

b red by me as

Jesus Christ.

it. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever

What would that mean fo us? For my pack? To have a witch

who she is..

I hear myself say, 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.

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Please, please, more.”

Oh you