The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Eighty-Four

PAUL

“I am going to give myself up,”

A current of alarm rushes through me. Her words boil my blood and needle throughin a way that has me

feeling lightheaded.

She's bluffing. She's just trying to rile you up,

“What?” | hiss so quietly that I don’t even know whether | really spoke out loud.

My feet remain rooted to the ground, like stubborn wheels that just won't roll past the rocks, and | push up just

slightly on my feet. As | watch her step pasttoward my open bedroom door, each of her dainty steps times

with the suddenly weighted beat of my heart. It aches inside, pumping madly, beggingto stop the pain.

Pleading withto grab Anastacia tight and never let her go. Blood pumps through my veins so powerfully that

my entire body shakes with the need of her.

You know

you want her. Why not just take her?

11hy would she pick you, our of everyone, to call her mate if she didn’t truly believe it?

Because brain... my dick has made it more than obvious that I'm the easiest mark.

Or your dick is the easiest mark because she’s your mgte.

You want her. You know

know you do.

It’s true. | do.

But, | am an idiot. And idiots don’t take what they want. Rather than give myself what my body craves, what it

desires, | decide to snap at her instead. “Are you stupid? After all that running? After all the shit you told me

about the way he kept you from your grandmother.... you're just going to jump into his arms?”

It's that la

last part that finally haslunging for her. | don’t want Draco touching her. | refuse to allow it. No.

My arms go closed around her waist and | kick my bedroom door s shut before she can even sneak a toe past the

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threshold.

“Paul!” She moans, wriggling like a spoiled child. “Letgo!”

A groan of aggravation snakes past my lips and | hold her lush curves snug against my body. She snarls, her

head going back as she claws at my arms and kicks her feet violently. Buoyant, deliciously soft curls tickle my

jaw and | whirl her toward my bed, tossing her into the middle of it before climbing on beside her.

“No!” | growl, just as she flips around to faceand her tiny little fists beat upon my chest. “I won't let you do

it,” I snap, snatching her wrists easily and pinning them above her head.

Pressing my body over hers, | keep her there where she’s left panting againstlike a wanton goddess. Her

chest heaves and her indigo eyes flash wildly, but the purple mist from before is gone. Still, she’s raging and

wriggling beneath my hips so ferociously that my dick catches fire. The hard length of my shaft pulses and

throbs. Practically stroking itself against the top of her outer thigh through the fabric of my sweatpants. Ecstasy

rolls over my spine and | can’t help but groan deep. Holy shit, it feels so fucking good that my fangs snap out,

slicing right into my lip like I'm sfucken vampire. The moment she notices, she stills, molding into my grip.

But she remains panting, yet her heaves becnothing more than shallow gasps.

“Stop moving,” | choke out. “Please. Stop.”

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The deep purple of her eyes melts into a liquid blue and her pupils stretch wide but the look in her eyes begs

something als entirely.

No w

o you don't,” | say flatly

as the honeycomb scent of her arousal pours from her cto sing the barrie

“Letgo,” she repeats. Hut her words this taje listless and fall like a forgotten demand.

My eyes catch and snag on her bare shoulder, where the neck of my shit lay stretched gen breast. Fuck, she’s so

goddamin beautiful,

“I can’t do that, baby,” | say back to her, tracing my thumbs over the insides of her wrists ther the pink mo

I didn’t hurt her, | know that, but still... Ed much rather see my fingerprints elsewhere on her body. Like in ass.

Those | would nurture, those | would enjoy.

When she goes limp underneath me, she begins to sob quietly and her body quakes with grote stukes of breath

whimpers, and | suddenly want to kiss her more than anything else in the world. | want to put ber to bed. center

and she pours her heaven over my tongur,

Please don’t try my sweet, sweet girl. | really don't like it.

Remorse fillswhen | think about all the hate I've been spouting at anything but.

about charmers and witches. | called her ereepy and the

“All the accusations Ive been making against her are pointless, because, charmed or not, | want her too much.

My fangst ane burning witch the urge to sink deep and my dick wants to drive her to paradise.

The tops of her bare feet stroke across my own and | grind my hips upward at

“Mmm...., fuck,” I hiss, dropping my body almost completely on top of her. Her curves are draped in heat and

they brand so through clothes. Closing my eyes, | dip my nose into her hair, tracing her ear with my tongue. My

fangs teeter on the edge of madness abes shivers and gasps.

Letting the needle points of my teeth graze her honey glazed skin, | whisper, “Do you have any idea how much |

want to bite you righ now?” Circling my hips with punishing force, | say, “Do you know how dangerous that can

be for you if you are not my made? You could

She mos, undulating beneathand pushing her nipples into my chest. “Do it,” she begs, turning her face so

that | can look dist into her eyes. The longing and desperation that | see there mirrors my own.

She’s as b red byas | am by her.

Jesus Christ.

I want to do it. In fact, | don’t think I've ever wanted anything quite as much.

But | can’t. At least not yet. | need more tto think about this... about marking her. What if she is my mate?

What would that mean fo us? For my pack? To have a witch as a mate is unheard of. At least, it is out here in

Washington. | need Anastacia to fully understand wh it melns to be my mate first.

I.. that's who she is..

“Not yet,” | hear myself say, before | let my lips have her throat. The tiniest, barest little taste is all I'm going for,

but that’s got what | take. It’s more of a tease than a nibble and more of a nip than a bite, but it floorsand

I'm suddenly rendered helpless. Her throat baby soft and when my lips meet her pulse point, my fangs spark

with pleasure.

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“Paul!” she moans. Please, please, more.”

Oh you

little demort

My hands release her wrists to tangle in her hair and | angle her head backward to feast. Sucking on the sugared

column of her greedily, | manage to growl, “You need to rest, Anastacia.” Then | drag my bruising lips to her

collarbone to nibble, panting hot air anta her freshly reddened flesh as | do. And | need to taste you. | have to

taste you,” | rasp, ripping myself away from her with glazed eyes. “Right now.”

She whines, about to scream a protest when | leap from the bed, until she sees that all | mean to do is quickly

lock the bedroom When | turn around, the sight of her hasgrabbing my dick. She is writhing on my bed, her

fat bottom lip clamped tight behind her teeth and her delicate toes elegantly pointed, burrowing into the sheets

| have to be dreaming.

But of course, I'm not, because if | was, my tongue would be inside of her heat instead of posed to lash at the

bastard that suddenly up the stairs toward my door.

Rainier’s voice is clear as a bell when he speaks. “It'll be dawn in ten minutes. Tto take our treasure out

beach.”

Fuck!

My fists clench tight at my sides and my wary gaze drags over Anastacia’s bare legs to the apex of her thighs.

Alright, | call out.” right there.”

Anastacia’s brow furrows. “No! No, no! | have to go with you. | have to be with you or 1-

“No,” | snap, heading for my closet to grab a sweater and shoes. “You'll stay here with Cane. He's the fastest and

if anything should happen, he can get you out.”

“Cone? | don’t even know which one that is,” she complains at my back and | know without turning around that

she suddenly standin directly behind me. “You don’t get it, Pretty Paul! You are the only one | am safe with

| grit my teeth and turn around to see nothing but pleading in her gaze.

| start to shake my head no, but she suddenly grabs hold of my neck and places the sweetest of kisses to my

jaw, setting my fangs on once again. “Please, Paul. | need to be with you.”

Dawn her.

“Fine. Thr

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