Untamed (Rejected Mate Academy #1) - E. M. Moore Page 0,65

you out,” he promises.

I smile at him, holding back. “Just be careful what you say to who, Big Guy.”

He wraps his fist around my hair and tugs me to him, lifting his hips at the same time so I can feel his erection. “No one is taking you from me.”

I bite my lip. Turned on is a constant state for us now. Fate keeps moving forward no matter where we are. We’ve been connecting in dreams where we fuck like rabbits. At least, I’m pretty sure it’s not purely in my imagination because if it is, I’m kinky as fuck, and I didn’t know it.

Voices drift toward us, and I glance up to find Mia and Nathan walking our way. I scramble off Jonah’s lap, and he pouts. “It’s hurtful to them,” I say quickly before my two friends approach. “Hey, guys, come to help me with my garden?”

Mia laughs. “No, we wanted to make sure you weren’t going to work through dinner again.”

Jonah’s eyeing Nathan with a hard stare, and I almost crack a smile. “Jonah, this is my friend Nathan. He’s from Daybreak like Mia.”

Jonah stands to his full height. He’s taller than Nathan by a few inches. Of course he is, he’s taller than most people. “Hello,” he greets, though it sounds more like a death knell than a welcome.

Nathan glares at me, and I can’t keep a grin off my face. When he turns to Jonah, he hints at a smile. “Good to meet you, man. You’ve got a good wolf there.”

“I know.”

I press on Mia’s shoe to get her attention. When she peers down at me, I gesture toward the school and plead with her using my eyes. Understanding dawns right away. She grabs Nathan’s arm. “Come on, we’ll meet Kinsey there. We didn’t know she already had company.”

“Bye,” I call after them. “See you soon.”

Jonah turns back at me with menacing, yellow eyes. “I could take him.”

I have no doubt about that. Jonah’s a beast, and Nathan doesn’t seem like the fighting type. I cock my head. “Hmm.” I pretend to think anyway because I love it when he gets all possessive.

Jonah leans over and scoops me into his arms. “Choose your words wisely, Little Mate.”

I love poking the wolf. Secretly, I think he loves it, too. He enjoys treading that fine line. “Maybe you should prove it to me with your stellar skills.”

His eyes darken. “Maybe I should punish you and not join you in your dream tonight.”

My stomach drops out, settling into a wildly raging fire between my legs. “Sounds like a punishment for yourself, too.”

“You have no idea.” He kneads my ass underneath my academy skirt, and I moan. Peering behind him, he grins before walking that way. My legs start to shake in anticipation. Branches catch on our clothing as he squeezes between the trees and finds the stone perimeter wall. He hoists me up until my legs are on his shoulders and I’m leaning against the hard surface. Flipping my skirt out of the way, his mouth meets my panties, and I suck in a breath.

“Jonah, fuck.”

A pinch on my pussy sends a wash of heat through me, and one sharp incisor shreds my panties in half, allowing him to take me fully. “Try to be quiet, Little Mate.”

Mission impossible. I stifle as much as I can as he works me into a frenzy. No matter how hard I try to prolong our tryst, my pussy spasms way too quickly, and he soaks up my juices on his tongue, groaning into me.

I drop my head against the wall, chest heaving. He carefully unwraps my legs from his neck, and I slide down his body. “I take back everything,” I pant, barely able to stand on two legs.

He pins me to the wall with his hips, then threads his fingers through my hair. “I can’t wait to feel that intense release around my cock.”

I shudder. “The anticipation is slowly killing me.”

“Well, we can’t have that.”

“I agree.”

“Soon, Little Mate.” His words make me ache even more.

He drags me back out to the garden to gather my things and helps me to Greystone Academy so I don’t miss dinner. I stop him at the entrance to the cafeteria, though. “I know. I understand.”

“It’s just not fair to anyone here.”

He opens his mouth to answer, but then the air changes. Both Jonah and I feel it—a tensing in our shoulders. We turn to find Jesse Greystone striding down the hall toward us. He