Unstoppable (Their Shifter Academy #6) - May Dawson Page 0,13

has to. Rafe is determined to un-spoil you, and I’d hate for him to win.”

I laughed—leave it to Jensen to turn this into a competition—then I looked more closely at the bracelet. There were eight charms, and I studied them closely as I began to realize what they represented.

A wolf.

A wand.

A science beaker.

A basketball.

Penn, Silas, Chase, Jensen. The alpha, the wizard, the science experiment. And the jock Jensen had been, before being a wolf tore away the life he’d had before.

I touched the basketball. “This is yours?”

“Yep. I couldn’t find one that looked like a nipple ring. I know that’s really your favorite thing about me.”

“It makes up for the personality,” I said, knowing he’d retaliate.

Sure enough, he leaned in and nipped my lower lip. I couldn’t help grinning as I kissed him back deeply, my legs wrapping around his waist.

Then I broke away reluctantly. There was a motorcycle, that was an easy one, and a knife, and a crown. I looked up at him quickly.

“I didn’t know,” he said. “None of us did. I just thought Ty was your favorite at the time, since he was being a dickhead. The king of the dickheads.” He flashed me a magnetic grin. “I know firsthand how much you like a jackass.”

I held up the eighth charm, which was a little sun. “What’s this one about?”

“Don’t play with me, Northsea. You fucking know.”

I grinned as he buried his face in my neck, kissing me until I squirmed in the best way against the edge of the sink. I ran my hand through his hair and cupped the back of his head, holding him close to me as his lips plundered my neck.

“If you and I fuck in the bathroom while Rafe is pacing around the car and Silas is annoying him, Rafe is going to murder us,” I muttered.

Jensen scoffed, and I felt the huff of his breath against my neck. It sent a throb of longing rippling all the way between my thighs, and I wasn’t sure I could survive without spontaneously combusting if I didn’t get any relief.

“Rafe would never murder you, although he might be looking for any excuse there is to spank your ass,” he said. “Anyway, he wouldn’t kill us. He needs us.”

Jensen kissed me, his hand gliding up the back of my neck, his thumb caressing my throat in a way that made my breath hitch. He pulled away to admit, “He just might accidentally glare us to death.”

“I’ll risk it,” I said, fisting his hair in my hand to yank him back to me.

Our lips met, kissing each other hard, his hands gentle on my hips no matter how fierce his mouth is. There was bite in his kiss, something sharp and dangerous.

But Jensen was so unexpectedly sweet under that tough, cunning exterior that this tightness in my chest I barely even recognized unspooled when we’re together.

His body against mine felt like a promise that everything was going to be okay, no matter how bad things seem right now.

I grabbed his collar. “This sweater looks like your grandma knit it for you.”

“Are you mocking the way I’m dressed, Northsea?” He gave me a cocky grin back and grabbed the bottom of the sweater with one hand, peeling it slowly off every inch of his chiseled body.

“Oh, last names. I’m in trouble.”

“You’re just trying to get me naked,” he accused, and then his lips were on mine again.

One big hand cupped between my thighs, caressing me over my pants, his thumb stroking the seam until I let out a breathy little moan that I couldn’t hold back. I didn’t have to look at his face to know he smirked.

He breathed into my ear, “I’ve been dying to fuck you with my tongue, since I thought we could do that quickly and get back before we offended Rafe’s sensibilities, but—”

There was a sharp knock on the door. Jensen stilled, his hand still cupping me like I belonged to him, as his forehead dropped forward onto mine. He sighed audibly; I was still trying to catch my breath.

“Search-and-rescue party,” Silas called, his voice muffled through the door. “I convinced Rafe I could handle the job on my own. I’m pretty sure he just wanted to get away from me for five minutes, though.”

I almost laughed. Most of us backed down from an argument with Rafe, but Silas never, ever quit. He was so accustomed to his independence and he didn’t see himself as truly one of Rafe’s students—even