The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

❗😲❤This Alpha has discovered his human mate, yet the pack's law forbids any union. What shall he do?🐺 He lets out a long breath as we pull into the back of his driveway. "No squirrel." "Then what is your problem? You've got more mood swings than a fifty-year-old woman." He snickers. "I'm sorry. I need to learn to control my temper. It's just beginning to become more and more clear that nobody listens to me." "So this is about how you're the only one who didn't want to help me." I turn toward him as best I can with the stabbing pain at the back of my skull. "Who the fuck are you, the damn mayor?" He grins. "Something like that." "Are you really?" "No," he says, taking my bags and exiting the car to come around to my side. I open the door and try to step out, but he stops me, lifting me into his arms so that I am pressed against his hard warm chest. And oh, what a chest it is. While we are stood there, the flex of his biceps seal me in against his raw energy. I can feel every ounce of his power in the easy way he holds me. My fingers are itching to slide over his pectorals and into his shirt. Our eyes meet and for a long moment he just stares down at me. Flecks of gold in his dark gray eyes seem to throb and stretch across the irises. Electricity buzzes through me, causing my breath to catch in my throat. "I can walk you know," I whisper softly as his gaze falls toward my lips. Licking his own, he seems frozen, his head lowering slowly before he shakes himself and rips his eyes away. He ignores my words, kicking the door shut and carrying me into the condo. Depositing me gently, to stand next to the sofa, he drops down on top of it and widens his legs pointing toward the empty spot in front of him right between his knees. "Sit," he orders, his voice thick and low. "What?" "Take off your sweater and sit down on the floor. I'll rub your neck." I cock an eyebrow at him, but I'm not going to argue with a free massage. Especially when he's the reason behind my needing one. "One condition," I warn as I slowly unzip my sweater. "You don't get to ask about my bruises." He nods, his eyes glittering with heat as I slip my arms out of my sleeves. Then I sit down in front of him like he asked. For a moment nothing happens, then I hear him sigh and scoot forward to place his strong warm hands at the sides of my neck. There's a thrumming there, where he touches me. And liquid heat is piling in at my core ready to release with the slightest of urgings. I lean back, and the heavy warmth of the bulge behind my head draws a soft hiss from the man above me. I can feel him straining in the tension of his legs on either side of me. Feel the hesitant longing in his fingertips where they rest upon my skin. I'm becoming dizzy with the want of him and it's all I can do not to moan and purr against the heat of his thighs. My body is begging to shift backward. With just his touch, some dark part of my mind is sparking to life. Whispering that if I can just trust this man - if I can just bring myself to tell him everything - then he might be the one person in this world that will actually believe me. No. No way. It's too dangerous. Instead of massaging me like he promised, Domonic curses, slipping one hand under my chin to tilt my head upward and back as delicately as possible. His fingers gently gliding down my throat toward the dip of my bosom. Eyes alight with silver fire, I suffer the intensity of them until the only sound I can hear is the thump, thump, thumping of my heartbeat. Swallowing thickly, he bites his bottom lip as his eyes go black, his pupils dilating completely. It is only then that I realize, he can see right down my shirt. Is it hot in here? ad.readinkapp.com