The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Ten

DOMONIC

Glancing down at my phone | see I've been here for an hour and fifteen minutes. “Right. Go ahead, | have to get

out of here too.”

After locking up my office, | am stopped at the door by Margo in her glittering silver stars and heavy make-up.

Her body is on full display, and | mean full display. After all, she works here at the club and brings in a lot of

customers. But | notice right away that for the first tsince meeting her, my dick didn’t so much as twitch.

Damn it.

“Where are you going?” She asks, grabbing my arm to preventfrom hedging out the door.

“I'm busy Margo. | already told you that. Get out of my way.”

“Wait!” She purrs. “What about tonight? Can | cover. You leftpretty unsatisfied last night. Too busy with

that bitch to take care ofthe way you should.”

| have to laugh. This dumb bitch. “Margo, you are not my girlfriend. You know that. It would be best if you

stopped coming over until the girl is gone.”

She narrows her eyes at me, crossing her arms under her heavy breasts. “What? Why?”

“Don’t worry about why. Just stay away for now.” Then | leave without so much as a look back.

When | arrive in front of the boutique, | am floored by the sight of Draven across the street laughing with Paul.

Motherfucken traitors. All of them.

DRAVEN

“There's my ride.” | stand up and grab my bags the moment the Hummer appeared across the street.

Paul smiles, “Okay. So, I'll see you tomorrow night then.”

I nod, “Yup. I'll be waiting.”

| cross the street, rolling my eyes at the black windows of the Hummer.

You're late douchebag.

Once I'm inside the car | run my hands up and down my arms to chase away the chill before buckling my

seatbelt.

Looking over at Domonic, | see his gaze is locked on the cafe and on Paul reentering the building. He doesn’t so

much as blink.

“I thought you said half an hour.”

He doesn’t look at me. His jaw is clenched angrily, and his hand is white knuckled over the gear shift. “My

thing... it ran late.”

“I can see that. What's up? Are we going back to the condo or what?”

Again he doesn’t speak, nor does he look away from Paul's shop.

“Domonic-"

“I thought you needed to go shopping.”

“I did go shopping,” | say, shaking the bags in front of me. “I’ve been done shopping for almost an hour.”

He laughs, darkly. “So, you've been across the street with Pretty Paul for an hour?”

| scowl. “I guess so. Isn't he your friend?”

He finally rips his eyes away from the shop to turn towardwith a tight-lipped smile. Putting the car in gear,

he studies the road ahead but makes no move to roll away from the curb.

“What did the two of you talk about?”

Glaring at him, | remember what Paul toldabout how Domonic ordered them not to help me. “Mostly we

talked about how great a guy Bart is for hiringeven though you told him not to. In fact, despite you

demanding that no one help me.”

He hisses, “But did they listen? No.”

Then he pulls out onto the street, and we race away. He isn’t driving slowly this time, swerving around cars and

running a red light as | clutch the bottom of my seat.

“What the fuck?” | snap. “It’s still foggy you know.”

He sighs, slowing down and gracingwith a weary sidelong glance. “You shouldn't let Paul charm you. He's a

player.”

I laugh. “What?”

“I said, he’s a player. He's gone out with most of the women in this town.”

“Even Margo?”

He chuckles, “Yes. Even Margo.”

“Ew. Then | better cancel our date tomorrow night. | don’t want anything that skank has touched.”

The hummer suddenly screeches to a stop in the middle of the road, causing my body to snap forward and my

neck to wrench.

“Ouch!” | scream, glaring at him. “What is wrong with you?”

“Date? You have a date with Paul?” Hs words cout way more incredulous than his face lets on and it is all |

can do not to smack his pretty little mug.

“Yes asshole!” | shout. “And now my neck hurts.”

He glanced at me, his eyes full of remorse. “Shit. I'm sorry.” He groans. “I really didn’t mean to do that.”

He begins driving more slowly and | unzip my hoodie so that | can massage my neck. It is stiff and painful where

| touch it and suddenly, | am filled with rage. “I'm going to need to soak in a hot bath of Epsom salts now, thanks

to you. Was there another squirrel in the road?”

He lets out a long breath as we pull into the back of his driveway. “No squirrel.”

“Then what is your problem? You've got more mood swings than a fifty-year-old woman.”

He snickers. “I'm sorry. | need to learn to control my temper. It’s just beginning to becmore and more clear

that nobody listens to me.”

“So this is about how you're the only one who didn’t want to help me.” | turn toward him as best | can with the

stabbing pain at the back of my skull. “Who the fuck are you, the damn mayor?”

He grins. “Something like that.”

“Are you really?”

“No,” he says, taking my bags and exiting the car to caround to my side.

| open the door and try to step out, but he stops me, liftinginto his arms so that | am pressed against his

hard warm chest.

And oh, what a chest it is.

While we are stood there, the flex of

his biceps sealin against his raw

energy. | can feel every ounce of his

power in the easy Ke) holgs me.

oo fingers 3g itching slide over

h pectorals and into his shirt. Our

eyes meet and for a long moment he

just stares down at me. Flecks of

gold in his dark gray eyes seem to

throb and stretch across the irises.

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“I can walk you know,” | whisper softly as his gaze falls toward my lips. Licking his own, he seems frozen, his

head lowering slowly before he shakes himself and rips his eyes away.

He ignores my words, kicking the door shut and carryinginto the condo. Depositinggently, to stand next

to the sofa, he drops down on top of it and widens his legs pointing toward the empty spot in front of him right

between his knees. “Sit,” he orders, his voice thick and low.

“What?”

“Take off your sweater and sit down on the floor. I'll rub your neck.”

| cock an eyebrow at him, but I'm not going to argue with a free massage. Especially when he’s the reason

behind my needing one.

“One condition,” | warn as | slowly unzip my sweater. “You don’t get to ask about my bruises.”

He nods, his eyes glittering with heat

as | slip my arms out of my sleeves.

Then | sit down in front of him like he

asked. For a moment nothing m

happens then | heare) sfghand

skoot Dr to place his strong

warm hands at the sides of my neck.

There's a thrumming there, where he

touches me. And liquid heat is piling

in at my core ready to release with

the slightest of urgings. | lean back,

and the heavy warmth of the bulge

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| can feel him straining in the tension

of his legs on either side of me. Feel

the hesitant longing in his fingertips

where they rest upon my skin. I'm

becoming dizzy with tie wantof him

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purr against the heat of his thighs.

My body is begging to shift

backward. With just his touch, some

dark part of my mind is sparking to

life. Whispering that if | can just trust

this man — if | can just bring myself

to tell him everything — then he might

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No. No way. It’s too dangerous.

Instead of massaginglike he promised, Domonic curses, slipping one hand under my chin to tilt my head

upward and back as delicately as possible. His fingers gently gliding down my throat toward the dip of my

bosom. Eyes alight with silver fire, | suffer the intensity of them until the only sound | can hear is the thump,

thump, thumping of my heartbeat.

Swallowing thickly, he bites his bottom lip as his eyes go black, his pupils dilating completely. It is only then that

| realize, he can see right down my shirt.

Is it hot in here?