The Pack Rule Number 1 No Mates novel Chapter 284

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 through me in a way that has me feeling lightheaded. 

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

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

My feet remain rooted to the ground, like stubborn wheels that just won’t roll past the rocks, and I push up just slightly on my feet. As I watch her step past me toward my open bedroom door, each of her dainty steps times with the suddenly weighted beat of my heart. It aches inside, pumping madly, begging me to stop the pain. Pleading with me to 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 møte. 

You want her. You know 

know you do. 

It’s true. I do. 

But, I am an idiot. And idiots don’t take what they want. Rather than give myself what my body craves, what it desires, I 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 has me lunging for her. I don’t want Draco touching her. I refuse to allow it. No. 

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

“Paul!” She moans, wriggling like a spoiled child. “Let me go!” 

A groan of aggravation snakes past my lips and I 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 I whirl her toward my bed, tossing her into the middle of it before climbing on beside her. 

“No!” I growl, just as she flips around to face me and 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, I keep her there where she’s left panting against me like 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 I 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 some fucken vampire. The moment she notices, she stills, molding into my grip. But she remains panting, yet her heaves become nothing more than shallow gasps. 

“Stop moving,” I 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,” I say flatly 

as the honeycomb scent of her arousal pours from her come to sing the barrie 

“Let me go,” she repeats. Hut her words this time aje 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 goddamın beautiful, 

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

I didn’t hurt her, I know that, but still… Ed much rather see my fingerprints elsewhere on her body. Like in ass. Those I would nurture, those I would enjoy. 

When she goes limp underneath me, she begins to sob quietly and her body quakes with grote stukes of breath whimpers, and I suddenly want to kiss her more than anything else in the world. I want to put ber to bed. center and she pours her heaven over my tongur, 

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

Remorse fills me when I think about all the hate I’ve been spouting at anything but. 

about charmers and witches. I called her ereepy and the 

“All the accusations Ive been making against her are pointless, because, charmed or not, I 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 I 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, I 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, I whisper, “Do you have any idea how much I want to bite you righ now?” Circling my hips with punishing force, I say, “Do you know how dangerous that can be for you if you are not my made? You could 

She mos, undulating beneath me and pushing her nipples into my chest. “Do it,” she begs, turning her face so that I can look dist into her eyes. The longing and desperation that I see there mirrors my own. 

She’s as b red by me as I am by her. 

Jesus Christ. 

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

But I can’t. At least not yet. I need more time to 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. I need Anastacia to fully understand wh it melns to be my mate first. 

I.. that’s who she is.. 

“Not yet,” I hear myself say, before I let my lips have her throat. The tiniest, barest little taste is all I’m going for, but that’s got what I take. It’s more of a tease than a nibble and more of a nip than a bite, but it floors me and 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