The Pack Rule Number 1 No Mates

The Pack: Rule Number 1- No Mates

Chapter One Hundred-Thirty-Seven

FELIX

"How did you move so fast?" I asked, my heart banging against my the Maybe a tle more tipsy than I thought I was. But ho. It can't be that. Because he was on the sofa, 1 was looking at him as I walked in the kitchen. Then all I did was turn off the stove which takes: three seconds, or five if you really wanna stretch things - then I turn back around and poof. He's right on top of me.

Like... literally... on top of me.

He's got me blocked against the pantry, with his arms bent at the ethos and his hands on each side of my head. And now he's staring down at me with crazy eyes. "Say something." I whisper.

He sighs, his hands fisting next to my head as he clenches his jaw and his body tenses. The strain-of his muscles flexing as he stares into my eyes. But still, he remains quiet.

Suddenly it occurs to me exactly what the problem is and it forces a lump into my throat. From the moment I met him, he's held a certain opinion of me. Even after he realized that was the victim that day at the club. He knew what I was and he hated it. Maybe he even hated me for it. Maybe... he still does.

He knows I like him and he's aware of how attracted I am to him... so maybe, he tried to give it a shot and maybe...

"You just can't do it, can you?" I ask, my voice muddled with disappointment. I bat my lashes a couple of times, to keep the waterworks at bay then lift my chin, trying to smile. To let him know I don't blame him.

His eyebrows draw together swiftly, his head drawing back. "Can't do it? Can't do what?"

I chuckle sadly, pulling my arms up and crossing them to protect myself like I always do. "You can't get past it," is all I say, because if I have to spell it out for him, and he walks away from me... my image of him will be ruined forever. And something tells me that no matter where I end up, or who I end up with... it will always be him, for me. As crazy as it sounds, it is just something that I know,

"You're going to have to be a little more specific," he says.

I huff, shaking my head, "I don't want to remind you of it."

Laughing, he shakes his head. "Felix, what-

"You don't have to feel bad for me okay? I don't want you here with me just because you feel guilty, or for mistreating me that day in the hospital. His jaw clenches and he continues to shake his head at me. "No! You need to listen to me! I'm serious!" I told him.

He frowns down at me, straightening his arms and lowering his hands so they are just above my shoulders as he traces his thumbs gently over my flesh. My body shudders at the contact, a strange warm current flowing down my arms with his touch.

"I am listening," he says. "You're the one who isn't listening."

linch. Muh?"1-what?" I snort, "No! You haven't been talking!"

He chuckles, licking his lips, as his dark eyes search every little portion of my face I've just had quite a bit of alcohol and..." he shrugs "Some of the things that I want to say, are probably not the kind of things that should be said."

"Things like what? I ask, seriously wanting to know, "Please tell me.

He laughs, biting his lip thoughtfully, as he considers. "Shit, he curses, pressing in closer so that his mouth is next to my par. "Things"-he

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starts, his voice husky-like... me wondering how good it's gonna feel when I finally get you on top of me: I gap and he chuckles. Nestling gently into the side of my face, he says in a voice just above a whisper, "Things like... how beautiful you are going to look bouncing on my dick with all that facken gorgeous hair of yours falling around you." He pulls back, his eyes serious as he looks down on me. Those kinds of things," he says.

I stare up at him, and I just know I'm blushing. "That's what you were drinking about? Just now?"

He clenches his jaw, losing his smile. "Yes." He studies me, his eyes falling serious. And yesterday. And the day before."

So then, if he really does want to be here with me, and he does want me... why does he still look so formented? My mind whirls as I recall the other night when he came back with his uniform crooked. Looking The he had just come straight from a fresh tumble. Shit. Maybe there's someone else. Someone who was here way before me. My throat cknes up and I want to cry at that thought, but I refuse. Closing my eyes for a second to gather my bravery, I force myself to ask, "Is there um.. anyone else?

his brow furrows, as if he's confused. But I see it, the sudden shift in his feet and the tightness of his jaw. Anyone else?"

"Yeah. You know, is there anyone else that you feel that way about?" God I feel stupid. But I press on, Anyone else you... think those kinds of things about?"

Now he smiles, but just barely. "Are you asking me if there is anyone else that I want, the way that I want you?"

"Yes," I sigh, my eyes lifting to his.

His answer is immediate. "No," he says.

Just as my shoulders sag and I start to smile with relief, he delves his fingers into my hair, tilting my head toward his. Suddenly every nerve ending is on fire. My body flushes out, and my heart begins to swell with anticipation. This is it. This is what I've been wanting from him from day one. Suddenly, I'm acutely aware of how hard he's breathing as he stares down at my lips. It's almost like he's afraid of something. As if he's making a choice right now that will change things forever.

Please let me be your forever...

His grip is tight as he brings his mouth down over mine, teasing me with his lips as he gently tastes me. It's torturous and delicious at the same time and I can hear myself whimpering with want with every pass of his hot wet lips. His mouth hovers just a touch then, diving in he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth. A soft satisfied growl rumbles from behind his throat. I can't help but moan as his tongue traces over my lip, before diving inside. He plunges his tongue deeper and deeper, lashing and swirling against my own as he tightens his grip in my hair and groans deep into my mouth. My hands go up, and I tentatively place my palms on the smooth skin of his naked chest as he continues to plunder my mouth. I m gasping for air when he angles my head even farther back and his mouth dips down to my neck. I whimper as he frantically sucks and bites the flesh beneath my ear, and the sensation causes me to rake my nails sharply over the powerful grooves of his chest.

He hisses in pain and I instantly drop my hands, apologizing, "I'm sorry

He gently pulls away, panting and smiling before resting his forehead against mine and releasing my hair.

He grabs my hands, placing them back on his chest and holding them there, as he dips his head to the side to gently nip at my earlobe. "Don't ever apologize for touching me, sweetheart," he says, in my ear. Scratch me baby please."

I laugh as he pulls back to gaze down at me, a semi goofy smile on his lips. "What?" I chuckle.

He shakes his head, still grinning. "Nothing," he says, with a shrug. "It's just that... well... I've been waiting for you to put your hands on my chest all day.

My face is on fire and his dark eyes are sparkling with a barely contained hunger as they lock on a spot just beside my neck. His gaze is so intensely focused, that I swear the spot begins to pulse and ache for him. As my eyes climb up the muscles of his chest I want to reach for him again, I want to put my hands on every single reflexive groove that he has. Just as I am about to do it, to go for it, something flashes in his eyes. Their irises swirl and expand, going golden then black, the pupils in the middle changing shape. I gasp in shock, flinching back

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into the pantry door as he slam's his eyes shut and groans.

nier?" i yelp, "What just-

"We should eat!" he interrupts me and when he opens his eyes again they are normal. He steps away, moving about the kitchen and preparing two plates of the Chicken a la King and rice.

I just stand there. Frozen in place as I attempt to make sense out of what I just saw. Maybe I imagined It. But... I know that I didn't.

What the... hell...

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