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The Pack: Rule Number 1- No Mates
Chapter Twenty–Seven
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I wake up on Domonic’s hand smooth chest. He is fast asleep, his heart hudding wildly in my ears causing me to
Hresting heartrate crazy!
“What the fuck? I whisper.
Tuming my body around to face his sleeping form, I place a hand over his heart and sli
tri calm himself. He doesn’t so much as tw% DE
mind powers of totally nonmagical being. Probably on–thed. The man really needs to get moor sleep…
The events of the night before suddenly flash, though my mind and my mood fakers, hit,” I lens.
I almost left last night. I really wanted to. Pat Domonic demanding to know all those things the way he did, didn’t really make much sette the sadden need to know who live fucked! Who my eors were???
If I stay which honestly, I do want to do – then I will hot plenty of questions for this asshole when he wakes up. But just now, as I take in the compin early maming sun, just barely filtering in from the windows edges, and the steady stand fall of Demonic’s powerfully cut chest, all my
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smiling down at him, I lean forward to place my lips gently on his Kissing him sly, while stroking one hand over the side of his face. Lifting my head. I allow mysel to stuck him the way I ye wanted to since I met him. He is so beautiful like this Auburn hair unbound and softly feathered against the pillow. High sealpred naturally arched and slashed devastatingly over his barely tied eyes. His lashes are chicker than I realized–prominently resting upon his cheeks. As migu trails over the place the duvet covers his waistline and the remarkably large bulge that is dentered there my insides coll Heart stuttering in my chest, I bite my and slide my hand ever one blanketed cutter thigh and toward the seat of his virility. The closer my fingers get to it, the ligger it becomes and I have to stifle a moan as his hips jerk upward in his sleep.
Holy shit. I want to tacht
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Watching his face for any sign of his waking, I grase my hand over the hardness of he shaft, my mouth watering at the strength of his unconscious response. I stroke him over the blanket slowly, careful not to squeeze more than a feather’s touch. With every inch I trace over, his cock comes to life. Hardening and expanding with a heat that is ely felt above the coverings. My breath is coming in faster, my eyes ging henry as my palm costs the head of his dick and I moan just a breath above a whisper
fast as I begin to stroke downward, toward the base of of his pleasure, he grab my wat
1 pas, my eyes daring in shock as he lips me onto my back and presses his hips into mine. “Shit,” I hiis, biting down on my botim lip and staring up into his
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He doesn’t smile, doesn’t speak – just presses one knee between my thighs to string are heavily muscled leg under mine. Trapping me against the bed with the book of his ankle, he gruam, his hips rolling against my center eliciting another mean from my lips.
Staring into my eyes as his hips continued their mechanical ministrations, rotating and pressing in to my heat, he asks. “Do you forgive me for at night?
I nod
The fire in his gate dances across the crop top I am still wearing, his erection pushing against my most sensitive parts through my pants. God, how I want you,” he whispers, almost as if in wonder, “I want to sink into your heat and bury myself in you until I forget every fucking thing else in my world.”
Thimie,” I moon, battling back and lifting my hips to meet his
“Fuck,” he hisses, pressing his forehead against mine before sliding a hand under my into lift me into the circular torture of his hips.
“God,” I whimper, the interse sensations he is creating getting the better of me as hands shout out to grip the muscles of his arms.
“I could cum just like this, he whispers, his head dipping in next to my ear and his 1 groan, his teeth nibbling, rating. I slide one hand over the back of his neck, putting feverish in intensity, his weight cnahing into me. I wouldnt even have to enter you
It steuning the side of my face. His mouth clamps down on my neck and his mouth in Lighter against the side of my throat. His movements become
cum,” he addit
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“Shit, I hiss again as he undulates Tx hips, his hard shift strumming my core, Winding me and winding me until I am like a how aning about to mép. Fuck,” I grind out, as his hand releases my ass to slide toward the front of my jeans so that he can button my pants.
“I want to touch you,” he whispers, unzipping me and tugging down just enough for hand to fit in over my mound. “I just need to such you” he says, almmt as if he is talking to himself and not to me. Lifting his head to watch my face, he begins to stroke and caress and fire me into oblivion. His fingers sliding over the top of my shit to bathe themselves in my wetness. My hips beck upward against his palm the massages – hin erection stroking itself against my thigh in rhythm with the
thek of his wis
“Domonic,” I moan, my own hand going over his to press him harder at my one I am writhing, my body grinding against him as his movements become quicker with my every gasp. “Task,” I shout, as my climax surges and, stilling me against lus hand and forcing my back off the bed. I whimper, trembling against him an he dips his head and groans against my a
He is panting nearly as heavily as I am, his cock still rock–band and pulsing against my leg. Propping himself up on both armis, he studies we a
Then, with the clench of his jaw, he shakes himself and quills away is me, leaving me in a veritable quivering mess,
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