The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Forty-Four

DRAVEN

“What's wrong?” Quinn asks when | march toward the bar and pour myself a tall glass of whiskey.

What's wrong? What's WRONG???

Domonic is what's wrong. | practically threw myself at him upstairs and he treatedlike sbothersome

child. I mean sure, yeah, he said all the right things. But where | cfrom actions speak louder than words.

And his actions say he doesn’t wanttouching him.

“Nothing,” | snap, taking a long gulp of the burning amber liquid in the glass. Coming up coughing, | nearly retch

all over the plush white rug beneath my feet.

“Obviously,” Quinn laughs. Shaking his head, he pulls the tumbler out of my hands. “This isn’t going to fix it, you

know.”

| scoff, “There's only one thing that will fix it - and he’s not putting out

Koda giggles from the kitchen doorway and | can’t help but smile. Quinn lets loose with a high pitch whistle and

shakes his head at me, tumbling back on the sofa. He's already showered and dressed in dry clothes. So what

the hell is taking Domonic so long?

Gazing longingly at the stairs, | say, “He’s been in there for forty-five unholy minutes - doing God knows what -

all alone in the shower. Meanwhile, I'm down here in my chastity pants, with the

of his puppies. | groan, dropping down on the couch angrily.

“Hey!” Quinn snaps. “I'm all wolf lady. There's not a damn thing ‘puppy’ about me.” He grins, sending a wink my

way. “As you should already know. You've seennaked,” he reminds me, referring to his graceful fall in the

bathroom.

I laugh, feeling the burn of the whiskey tickle my cheeks. My head swims and | lick my lips. “Oh yeah. That's

right.” | smirk. “I have a question for you though.” He nods, swallowing down the rest of my whiskey. | can’t

believe I'm about to ask this. When in doubt - blit

on the liquor. “Which one is bigger? The wolf's the man’s?”

“No way,” Koda hisses, crumbling into fits of laughter.

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Whiskey showersin the face as Quinn sputters in shock. “No. No you did not.”

| cock my eyebrows. “I did. | diiiiiddd. And... | seriously want to know.”

Koda is gasping for air and Quinn's face is stoplight red. “Oh hell no,” Quinn snickers. “I can’t answer that.” Then,

as if he can’t help but chin with the hysterics, he says, “You'll just have to see for yourself on the night of the

full moon.”

Koda howls, chuckling so hard he’s gripping the counter top to keep from falling down.

“You know he’s gonna kill you, right?” Koda gasps.

Quinn nods, “Yup.” His body is shaking with laughte

fucken dead.”

as the three of us begin cracking up. Then between gasps of air, Quinn adds, “I'm so

For sreason,

his statement makes everything that much funnier and I drop to the floor hooting with cackles of joy. “My

stomach,” | complain, still laughing. “It hurts! Quick, more whiskey!”

“Jesus Christ,” a cold, menacing voice fills the room “What the fuck are the three of you doing?”

| sit up on my knees and bite the inside of my cheek. Slapping Quinn's leg to get his attention, | whisper, “Quiet.

The Priest is among us.”

“The Priest, Quinn hiccups, still giggling. “Oh no, no, no. Please stop.”

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But | can’t, | stand up, doing my best to hide my smile. Lowering my head as | approach Domonic, | say, “My

apologies Father Domonic,

cleansed?”

are you

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A hiss of giggling slithers out of my two warbling companions, but | notice Koda has placed his back to us and

Quinn's head has fallen into his lap. My cheeks are burning from trying to keep a straight face

“What?” He glares at me, his eyes shooting from Quinn to Koda then back again. He sneers at me, his eyes

slanting. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

| snicker, biting my lip as | notice for the first tthat

place comes a raging pool of liquid heat, straight into monic isn’t wearing a shirt. The laughter indies

immediately and in its

my panties. Holy moly he is hot. As my eyes travel downward, toward the front of his drawstring pants, my

mouth waters. | remember too well what treasures lie beneath.

Maybe | should stop teasing him and start tasting him instead.

| wonder how far he would go to stopif | didn’t let him. If | touched him the way | did this morning.

“What were the three of you talking about,” Domonic hisses, stepping away fromand into the kitchen to

retrieve his food.

“Animal anatomy,” | quip before | can stop myself.

The three men in the room freeze and | swear | see true fear in Quinn's gaze as he shakes his head at me. His

eyes are beggingto stop as his chest quakes with silent laughter.

Domonic’s back muscles tense and | trace each and every line with my eyes. Why doesn’t he want me? Because

| want him so badly that I'm practically dripping with need.

Just then, Koda’s phone flashes on the counter. After checking it, his eyes meet mine and then without another

word he heads out the front door.

Weird.

“Where the hell is he going?” Quinn questions, standing up to meet the menacing gray storm brewing in

Domonic’s gaze.

Domonic steps toward the sofa, plate in hand. Taking slow bites of his food. Every slice into his chicken is

carefully controlled. His angry silver gaze goes straight for me. “Go upstairs.”

The way he says it - in a voice laced with cruel demand - puts my natural born bitch on high alert. Readying her

and preparing her for battle. “Excuse me?” | snipe, all amusement gone from my tone.

He sizesup in a slow perusal that is anything but friendly. “You heard me. Get your ass upstairs.”

“Fuck you,” | hiss. “No.”

Quinn's eyes bulge, his lips going tight. “That's all right, I'm just going to go and-"

“No,” Domonic says “You are not. | want to know what the fuck was so goddamn funny when | first entered this

room and you're the one who's going to tell me.”

“Fuck,” Quinn sighs, his eyes falling shut.

“The fuck if he is,” | snark, sitting my ass down on the sofa and crossing my legs. “Since you want to know so

damn bad - I'll be the one to tell you.”

“Please don’t,” Quinn breathes out.

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“Okay then, you tell me,” Domonic says softly, his eyes glowing with barely contained fury. “Tellall about the

night of the full moon. The wolf and the man and the bigger and the better. Tell me.”

My face heats and | bite back a grin. This stupid bastard heard us. He heard the whole damn thing.

Suddenly I'm angry and the whiskey is roiling in my gut. “Fuck off,” | seethe, standing up. “I'm going to bed. By

myself,” | grind out between clenched teeth. “Do not even think about joining me,” | snap, climbing the stairs

two at a twith the speed of an Olympic

athlete.

Asshole. | hate him.

| make it two steps inside and swing the door closed with all the force can muster, but it doesn’t slam shut.

“What the fuck?” | say and attempt to turn around. But before | can make it, Domonic’s smooth bare arms clamp

aroundfrom behind. His muscles lockin as he liftsfurther into the room.

Soft hot lips find the shell of my ear and he whispers, “You think | don’t want you? We're back to that again, are

we?” He pushes his hips forward, grinding his erection into the back of my ass and | groan. “Really?” He

chuckles. “You calleda Priest. A puppy.”

“Letgo, whimper, my body trembling with need. “I don’t want you touchingright now.” Lies. Ha!

He releasesand | fall forward onto the bed. Edging backward, | turn around to stare at hig

in anger, but what | feel when | see him - is anything but. The dark tattoos of Domonic’s chiseled shoulders,

quiver and and expand with the heave of his chest. The deep dimpled smile he’s givingis full of arrogance as

he reaches behind himself to lock the door and dim the lights.

Biting his lip, he stalks toward me

slowly, his hand going to the seam of

his pants and the thickening bulge

“ ,

there. “Are you sure you don't want

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