Untamed (Rejected Mate Academy #1) - E. M. Moore Page 0,41
mate. It’s not just how sexy he is, it’s the comfort he’ll bring. It’s finding solace in the one person who’s supposed to be with me forever.
“Touch me. Do something.” I capture his mouth again, feeding into our kiss. I push the pace until I’m moaning, dry humping his cock.
It takes me too fucking long to realize he’s stock still. I peek up to find him staring at me. Indecision clouds his gaze, and it extinguishes all the fire inside my body at once.
I drop my head against the wall, chest heaving. I close my eyes, but Jonah isn’t having any of that. “Open up those eyes, Kinsey.” I swallow. When I return my gaze to his, he makes sure he has my attention before saying, “I can’t do this with you right now. It doesn’t mean I don’t want to. Obviously, you can tell I fucking want to.”
Judging by the fact that he’s still hard, yeah, I can see that.
“I was trying to distract you so you wouldn’t get into more trouble.”
I flinch at his words. “Mission accomplished,” I deadpan. I try to wiggle down his body, but he presses back against me, driving his hard cock into my hip.
I gasp at the sensations that course through me, and he levels a glare. “I’ll make you come right now. I’ll make your pussy mine. I’ll give you everything you want.” He slams his lips down on mine, and for a brief moment, I wonder if he changed his mind. However, this kiss doesn’t last long. He pulls away. “Your first orgasm shouldn’t be in some dank hallway, hidden in secret after the roller coaster of a day you’ve had. It should be private. Sensual. In a place where we don’t have to stop at one.” My pussy clenches, and more arousal floods my panties. Jonah sniffs the air and growls. “You like the sound of that.” His eyes yellow, staring at me as if I’m the prey.
“I love the sound of that,” I counter, giving him as much aggression as he’s giving me.
He swipes at the blood on his lip, zeroing his gaze in on the spot where my own mouth is tender. “You’d let me touch you? You just told me you hated me.”
I groan in frustration.
Jonah clasps my ass, holding me upright as he backs away. With his fingers digging into my skirt, he lowers me to the floor. He knows he’s won. He’s made me see reason through the rush of sex, and I hate him even more for it.
He straightens my uniform, making sure that my skirt once again covers all of my important parts before retreating to pick up my bag. Instead of handing it over, he throws it over his shoulder. In true, possessive wolf fashion, he says, “I’m walking you to your room.”
“Are you even allowed to?”
He gestures toward the opening in the alcove. “I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to be forcing you into dark halls either. Now, are you going to show me your room, or should I just start opening doors?”
I take a few moments to get my bearings. I don’t want to attempt walking and end up flat on my face because my legs have decided they’re going to desert me. Luckily, when I take my first step, they work fine except for a little wobble. “I’m on the second floor,” I mumble.
I show him up the twisting, ornate staircase. When people pass us in the hall, their eyes bulge out at his hulking form, and then they glare at me as if they want to poke my eyes out with hot irons. Not because of Jonah, but because they can tell he’s my mate. They most likely suspect I’ll be leaving soon—that I’ve done what they couldn’t—and they’re jealous.
Hell, I would be.
“You’re making a scene,” I whisper.
“I’m making sure my mate gets to her room after a rough day. I don’t care what anyone else fucking does.”
It’s too late to balk at the word mate, but part of me wants to tell him he should’ve thought of that before he sent me here. “This is me,” I say once we get to the top of the stairs. He inspects the huge, wooden door that’s big enough to accommodate his figure. I take my key out of my bag while he holds it out for me, and I unlock my room. Pushing the door open, I walk inside. “My humble abode.”