Unstoppable (Their Shifter Academy #6) - May Dawson Page 0,42

that’s as good as a confession anyway.”

“You are a maddening man.”

“Yeah, and you deserve me.”

I pulled his cock toward me, and he gave in and grinned. In one smooth motion, he thrust into me, and I gasped, running my hands up the chiseled planes of his chest to rest on his shoulders. He began to pump in and out of me, taking his time. I followed his gaze down to watch my thighs wrapped around his taut waist, and the dark happy trail that led to the long expanse of his cock, sliding slowly in and out.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured.

He paused, buried deep inside me, and circled his thumb where his cock had teased earlier. The sense of his tip pressed against my g-spot deep within me as he teased against my clit soon had me breathing raggedly, and my back arched so suddenly that I slammed my head into the wooden cabinet behind me.

He hid his faint self-satisfied smile at the effect he had on me. His lips parted, probably to ask if I was okay, and I captured his mouth with mine. As we kissed, he kept teasing my clit until liquid heat seemed to flood my pussy, leaving me aching against his hand. He kissed me deeply, his tongue teasing against mine, the heat of his mouth echoing the heat of his fingers working my clit.

I broke away suddenly, and my voice came out breathless when I said, “More.”

Finally, he didn’t deny me. He grabbed my thighs and began to pump into me steadily. I threw my head back, my fingernails biting into his shoulders as I fought to keep from screaming. I didn’t want to wake the others. But he was slamming into me over and over, and the hutch began to rock against the wall, thudding over and over into the stucco.

As feeling built between my thighs, I tried to push his shoulders away—although my legs were still wrapped around his waist—and he only pumped into me harder, adding a little thrust to the end of every stroke that had my eyeballs about to roll into the back of my head.

I dug my hands into his shoulders as the heat between my thighs exploded into pleasure and tingles ran through my body, through every muscle and bone.

I bit my lip, trying to hold back my scream, and Rafe murmured into my ear, “Who cares if we wake those fuckers up? They deserve it for fucking you in the train while I was by myself thinking about you.”

Imagining Rafe adjusting himself in that chair, his cock hard as he fantasized about me, was a powerful thing, and his harsh confession pushed me over the edge, my channel tightening around him, my muscles all tightening so that my back arched and my legs stiffened, before pleasure rippled through my body. He answered me with his own harsh breathing as he drove into me a few final times, then he exploded too.

“I thought you were thinking about the mission,” I managed, my body turning boneless after the power of that orgasm.

“I’m always thinking about you,” he admitted, nuzzling his lips against my ear.

The two of us stayed close together until I stopped twitching from that orgasm. Then he helped me down from my perch, only to warn me, “Don’t think that’s a get-out-of-jail-free card.”

“Whatever do you mean?” I asked with the offended innocence I only managed when I knew exactly what he meant.

Despite the cum glistening on the tip of his cock, he was still hard. I could feel the combined evidence of our pleasure running sticky down my thighs.

But he was already turning me against the cupboard. Apparently, he had his own plans for us. His lips devoured my shoulders with kisses, his increasingly heavy hands gliding over the curves of my body.

“Let’s talk about that good girl spanking,” I said.

Chapter Nineteen

Silas

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“Maddie and I will lead the recon into the museum and make sure the shield is where it’s supposed to be,” Rafe said, looking around at the three of us before he locked eyes on me. “Since apparently, you have a magic signature, we should keep you out of sight until we need you.”

I shrugged. “I would’ve mentioned it before we left, but there are only a handful of people who know me that well, and I thought they were all locked away in Elegiah.”

Or dead. I didn’t say that; I didn’t even want to think about it. But Isabelle must be