Untamed (Rejected Mate Academy #1) - E. M. Moore Page 0,63
at the passion that rolls through him but then I pout. “I would’ve swallowed.”
“My cum belongs in your pussy, not your mouth.” He yanks me closer, crushing our mouths together in a possessive kiss. He hovers his lips over mine. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear you were lying about not having experience.”
“Maybe you’re a good teacher.”
“Maybe fate was right all along.” He pulls back, placing a kiss on my forehead. “I need to wash up. Can I use your shower?”
“Mm-hmm.”
I watch him stand, his muscled ass curving and giving way to tree-trunk thighs. The man is gorgeous as he walks away, his back muscles still pulling taut. I lie on the bed as the water turns on in the other room.
This is not how I thought this night would end. Honestly, I thought it was going to be a disaster, and I was half right. The first portion of the night sucked ass, but I wouldn’t take this part away for anything.
Jonah truly likes me, and not just with his wolf nature kicking in. He actually likes me. And I feel the same way.
Also, future thought. Screw everyone who slut shames. I’m pretty sure I’ll be worshipping Jonah’s cock from now on. How am I ever going to want to do anything else when I could be doing this?
20
The smell of the earth wafts up, tingling my senses. I take a deep breath, relishing in this moment—outside, working in my new garden. A few days ago, Ms. Ebon approved my self-study: cross pollination. I want to see what I can make by crossing two plants. I have several different species of flower seeds at the ready, but first, I need to till the soil and actually plant them.
The ten foot by ten foot square I’ve been given will soon be filled with seeds, and then I have to research the shit out of cross pollination to make sure I don’t screw this up. Etiquette and history classes are a good base, but they’re not what makes my heart pound.
Now, if one of my classes was Jonah Livestrong, I’d be getting an A+ for sure. I smile to myself as I work. It took a couple of hours to stake out the plot and dip up the soil, separating the well cared for academy grass from where I’ll grow my experiments. Using the spade, I draw a line a few inches deep, ready for me to drop the seeds in and cover them back up again. Nourishment will do the rest.
A shadow falls over me, and I peek over my shoulder. The sun creates a halo around Jonah’s coif of brown hair. “Hey, Big Guy.” My heart wrestles to come out of my ribcage. Since the night of the party, my wolf and I have been content and in complete agreement. She’s not threatening to burst free all the time now that Jonah is on our side. It’s done wonders for my mental health, and I’m not feeling like I’ll crawl out of my own damn skin if I can’t set her free.
“Little Mate,” he all but purrs. Sitting next to me, he pulls one leg up and drapes his arm over it. “What are you doing?”
“Planting flowers for my self-study.”
“Need help?”
“Oh, now you ask. You got out of all the hard stuff,” I tease, gesturing toward the huge plot of dirt. “But to answer your question, no. I’m good. I love doing this. I don’t mind the company, though.” I never mind his company anymore. From the moment he jumped out of my window that night—naked, landing on all fours like a shifter god, bare ass toward the moon—I can’t get enough of him. It’s borderline obsession.
“Ms. Ebon might yell at me.”
We both smirk at that. There are a ton of reasons my advisor might yell at him, and this seems like the least likely culprit. Showing up in my room past curfew and pinning me to the bed while he tongue fucks me are bigger issues. However, I have a feeling Ms. Ebon wouldn’t mind because she can count me in her positive statistic column. Now, we just have to worry about the Pack Council.
He rubs his chest. “You’re thinking about it again.”
I’m so not used to having someone else in my mind—or at least all up in my emotions. It’s weird. “I just don’t want them to take me away from you now.”