The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Twenty-Eight

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Tomsonic?” | whimper, as he lifts himself off the bed and makes his way toward the broom,

His steps stutter, but he doesn’t born around. | have sthings to take of Ito shower. Then he disappears into the bathroom and closes

the door without looking back.

What he just happened

My body heats as I attempt to shake the need to have him between my legs and his on my neck. A ignition of rippling hot energy

tumbles att longing stronger than I have ever felt before

1 want him on me. | want him to bite me

What the fuck? I place a hand over my neck at the junction of my shoulder. My flesh is throbbing in the spot. Almost as if in need mb it

out and the pain slots dies.

But why did he stop!

1 think | made it pretty clear of what I wanted him to do to me.

Maybe he’s still feeling guilty about last night. Or maybe, he feels like I pushed him in our le escapade by stroking him in his sleep

(did kind of molest hom didn’t t

But I’m not sorry about it.

Or... maybe after the waterworks I displayed at his questioning, he was afraid | was on traumatized to duck properly. God. Rolling my

eyes I slide from the bed just in I hear the shower go on. Grabbing a imel from his closet and a few items from the bag he brought over

from the condo, I make my way out of the room and down the hall to the other bathroom. Opening the door, I don’t notice the steam

right off. Nope. All I can see in the glistening caramel skin of a taut male ass.

Quinidin shock, his eyes going wide at my obvious approval. “Fuck” He shouts

Scrambling for his towel, he slips on the wet floor. Feet going high enough in front of him that I can see the neatness of his clipped toils

- he is momentarily airborne before landing with a ground shattering thud onto the floor. Which places his head right at my feet and his

junk on full deploy,

“Nice,” | comment, stifling a giggle and laying my towel over his crotch like the hem

“Th-thanks,” he groans, wincing as he lay there in shame. “Shower’s free

and so that h

| laugh and turned around so that he could adequately cover himself.

“What the fuck?” Dumenit says.

He is standing just behindprobably has been from the moment Quinn landed and the face he wears is not

one of moment. In boot, he looks downright stary- If you don’t count the water trickling down his abs and the

haphazard way he clutches his towel around himself. That part is exceptionally sexy.

“He fell | say simply, shugging my shoulders and going around him to retrieve ander towel. “Are you finished

almady?” | ask from his bathroom doorway, noting that he probably isn’t, because the shower is still on.

He stumps toward mom the bedroom doorway with so much force that | back against the wall. “What the buck

were you be doing?” He snaps, tucking his towel in and placing two hands on either side of my head.

| smile wickedly, knowing full well what | am about to say will piss him off. “Nothing last sold him about how

you're nothing but a great big tease and he promised

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to handlelater.”

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His eyes rumour, his body going rigid. That's real oute.” He smirks. “You're calling tease? If | remember correctly,

| didn’t even have to remove your pants to get you to call over my hand”

I laugh, “Did you hear yourself? Your hand? Really? Even Margo got more than a hand

He meets. “Is that who you want to be? Margo?”

| dare. “Fuck off” | shove him in his skippery chest. He does’t so much as bilge, Trend your charity case.”

“What?” The anger, so hot and dominant a moment ago dissipates from him yes. You think tim afraid to fuck

you. Because of your” He s

“Don’t!” | snap, clenching my teeth. Do not mention him!*

His gaze gentles as he steps in closer to me, tipping my chin up with one hand. Hes. There's so much that you

don’t know aboutin way | wanted to the way | WANT to would be criminal if | didn’t tell you everything fintTM

My eyes light, bravery surging through me. I lift my back from the wall and press into him just a touch more.

Then, as | lean toward his car, i air hand to tront of his towel, smiling when I find he is still as hard as stone. His

body shudderes his hips pushing his dick harder into my palm. | whisper. “Then telleverything

He freezes, his breathing turning ragged as he pressesinto the wall is an attempt to contain whatever

demon he is battling against. “T.. can b yet.”

The phone on his nightstand rings

Tuck,” he complains and | think for a minute that he’s about to turn around to arser. Instead, his mouth finds

mine as he pullsinto a penishing kiss. “Can‘ you tell how much | want you?” Tongue going deep his hands

clamp down on my ass and he holds my body flush to his. | moan against his lips, my bead filling back as his

mouth travel over my jaw toward that place that aches for his teeth. The phone rings a second tas my nais

raked over his chest. “I have to answer he says, ripping himself away from me, Glancing my way, his eyes fall

slowly over my body, Gracingwith a deeply dimpled smile, he promises, ater” Then biting his lip he shatches

his phone. With one last look at where | stand painting, he stares atalmost lovingly. Then he reaches inside

the front of his towel to stroke his dick. Momentarily flashingand causing my eyes to go wide with the sight

of him.

oo the hall whi

Then he strides out the bedroom door and into the hall where | hear him say, “I'm on my way. Don’t let that

fucker love.”

That facker? Who in the hell is that fucker?

Maybe the peeping Tom that rang the doorbell the other night. Or the blonde cutie the ban Who knows? One

thing is for sure... En not getting any more than a clit rub this morning.

1 wont to go with hin 7 want to know who he's talking about.

Even though I know he probably isn’t going to

to let me, 1 am going to ask. Turning my attention to the shower and steam of his bathroom, I slip-inside and shut the door. I need to

shower as fast as possible.

Half an hour later, when I am dressed in a pair of skimpy jean shorts an oversized yellow crop top, 1 bound down the stain to find three

men in the kitchen who are NOT Domenic

“Quisa_Ingan, and... Koda?

At least I think his nIroda, I can’t completely remember. He is the the quietest of the bunch

They are all huddled together; seemingly deep in discussion I saunter into the kiten and pour myself some

n

“Draven,” Logan smiles. So nice to see you again.” He eyes my outfit. “Should you may be wearing that? Don’t you have any pants

available? |

Laughlipping him off and making my way toward the front door to peer out the willows toward the driveway.

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Just as I suspected

That asshole left without saying a goddamned thing to me.

“Son-of-a-bitch,” I snarl, whipping out my phone.

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