The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Eleven

DOMONIC

“What are you doing?” She asks me, her voice strained.

Trying to figure out how I'm going to touch you without losing control.

It's as if I'm in ssort of trance while we're sat there, her hair falling around her shoulders to the floor. Some

of it over her breasts, sof it over my knees. Goddamn it, she is fire.

| trace the outside of her face with my thumb, stroking her skin back and forth and trying to pull my eyes away

from the valley of flesh exposed by her tank top. But it’s harder than | thought it would be.

Everything is harder. Everything.

She simply stares up at me, her lips parted and wet, and her legs cris-crossed in front of her. | clamp my eyes

shut for a moment and lean forward. | don’t open them again until I've released her chin to place my fingers on

her mostly bare shoulders instead.

Her head is directly in front of my crotch now. Damn.

“Letknow if | hurt you,” | say, my voice coming out strangled and deep. | begin to work her muscles in her

shoulders and the fall of her eyelids to crescents of feathered lashes is enough to tellshe’s enjoying my

touch.

Her skin is softer than velvet.

She closes her eyes and moans as my hands knead and pinch and pull with ease. The sound is not one | will ever

forget. | want to pull her up in front ofand do her entire back. | am dying to strip off her top and latch on to

one of her heavy round breasts, but of course, | don’t. Instead, my fingers find themselves delving lower and

lower over her chest, until they are cresting along the tops of her honey- colored mounds.

Fuck. She is so soft.

The plump fullness of her breast is beggingto slip my hand all the way in an hold the heavy weight of them

against my palm.

“That feels so good,” she whimpers causingto clench my teeth.

Hell yes, it does.

My hands start trembling, and | have to fight for control. Blood pounds between my legs turning my dick into a

throbbing lead weight, and we were only five minutes in. She sighs and leans her head back so that | could roll

my thumbs beneath her skull, and | find myself stroking the skin beneath the straps of her bra. It would be so

easy just to slide deeper and cup her in my hands. I'm dying to wrap my fist in her hair and drag her up onto my

lap.

| should. | really should. She's mine. Why can’t

That's it. | can’t do this. | have to stop.

| was about to, my hands stopped moving, and she opened her eyes. But instead of sitting back and away from

her, what | say is, “Get up here.”

And God fucking damn

Cass into my groin with the movement and a sound that is half moan half growl, rumbles deep within my

She slides upward, pushing her

chest and | roll my hips against her. My hands drop from her shoulders to stroke the outsides of her thighs,

massaging and kneading as

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she pushes back against my chest. | pull her hips in closer so that she could feel my dick straining against my

pants and | slide one hand over the front of her top to hold her throat, the other gliding up to capture one full

breast.

God, | want her so bad. | need to have her. At least one time.

Sweet Jesus. Her nippples are poking straight through the fabrics of their coverings and | brush my hand back

and forth over the tops of them. A singe of fire pumps through my cock and

| groan.

“You're fucking perfect,” hiss, tasting her shoulder and causing her to moan. My tongue swirls over her flesh and

she heats against my tongue. | close my arms more tightly around her, shivering at the feel of her body in my

grip. Pulling her in tighter and she rolls her hips back against my erection and | almost bite her it is that good.

“Mmm,” | murmur, all pleasure, no protest. With my mouth traipsing sa close to her neck, | can feel my fangs

tingling, begging to be revealed and sink deep within her flesh. Squeezing her breast, | tip her head back and

groan.

Somebody has to stop me.

She freezes.Wait. What are we doing?” She moans and the sound is fucking beautiful.

“Kissing,” | say, trying to turn her face toward mine and get a taste of her lips.

She jumps up and my body instantly missed her closeness. It’s painful. My skin is fucking throbbing with

remorse.

Panting in front oflike a wanton goddess, she is the most beautiful creature | have ever seen.

“You don’t like me,” she snipes, stepping away from the couch. “You already toldso.”

No, | didn’t!

“What? 1-"

“In the car. On our way into town.” She crosses her arms over her bountiful chest and snaps, “You said it

yourself. Liking someone and wanting to fuck someone are two different things.”

Shit. I did say that.

“Wait a minute Draven, I-”

“No. Get out.”

“Fuck,” | say, dropping my face in my hands. What | wouldn't give to wind this shit back a little.

Really, it is for the best. Whether | want her or not, | will still need her to leave when the tcomes. But...

“Fine,” | say standing as best | can with a raging hard on in my pants. “But cancel your date tomorrow night.”

She laughs. “No. Why the hell would I?”

| grit my teeth, wanting to scream at her. Wanting to scoop her back into my arms and lock her in my room, in

my house. But if | do that, | will probably want to keep her and if | keep her | might no strike that | can’t keep her.

| can’t. She's already had two monsters in her life, | doubt she'd go for another one. Especially one with secrets

like mine.

Especially because | am an actual beast.

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“You won't have a good time,” | say simply. My mind thinking on Paul and how it will difficult to even look at him

should he taste her lips

before | do.

And | will taste them. | will.

“Says you,” she scoffs, grabbing her shopping bags and heading toward the stairs. “I'm not canceling.”

| bite down. “If you don’t, then you'll regret it.”

She smiles. Actually smiles at me. “I doubt it.” Reaching inside her bag, she whips out a sexy lace negligee and

says, “What do you think?

Too much for a first date?”

The image of her modeling that scrap of lace for anyone who isn’t me, burns into my mind. “You wouldn't dare,” |

growl.

I'll kill them! I'll kill them both if she wears that for hiim.

And somehow, that thought is what sobers me.

| would do it. That's how jealous | am feeling.

“You're right,” she laughs. “I wouldn't. Not on the first date. Maybe on the second.”

My muscles tense. The need to caution her as vital as drawing breath. Draven, I'm warning you.”

“You're warning me?” She laughs.

“Okay Mister Mayor.” She poy