Unstoppable (Their Shifter Academy #6) - May Dawson Page 0,77

flooded me, that same pleasant tingle resuming.

Then his hand slid around to find my clit, toying with me over and over, until my orgasm came so hard I bit my lower lip to keep from screaming. I felt him stiffen behind me as he came too, and he couldn’t hold back a gasp of my name.

We were right there in the shower for easy cleanup, and I stepped back under the hot water, trying not to wince when the spray hit a welt that must have opened.

“Are you sure that was okay?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Jensen said skeptically, giving me that look that told me I was being ridiculous. “I would do it again. Like every day for the next sixty years, because that’s how long I hope you’re stuck with me.”

I smiled faintly, trying to imagine a geriatric Jensen. I’d bet he’d be the hellraiser of the nursing home.

“I thought the way I looked might ruin things,” I said.

“Nah,” he said. He cupped my face, before brushing his lips in an innocent kiss across my forehead. “Does it make me want to kill a certain someone? Absolutely. But it’s fine.”

I leveled a look at him, and he said, “I wouldn’t actually kill him. I’m just going to fantasize about it.”

“We’ve got to trust each other,” I told him, “And we’ve got to trust him.”

Jensen pressed his forehead to mine. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Maddie. I know you’ll always put the mission first but please, for my sake… try to see yourself as half as valuable as I do.”

He would never understand that it was his love in part that made me feel reckless with my life, fearless about living in service to something bigger than myself. He made me stronger, better, more powerful. I’d like to think we did that for each other.

But I just kissed him.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Silas

* * *

Once our shift was over, even as we made small talk with the other guards, even though he smiled and talked and pretended everything was fine, I knew that deep down, Rafe was vibrating with rage.

There might be a reason that Rafe and rage were only one letter off from each other n fact.

I couldn’t believe none of us ever noticed that when we were enraging him at the academy.

Rafe suggested, “Let’s go have a smoke before supper.”

I yawned. “I’m not sure I’m in the mood.”

I couldn’t even tell if I was fucking with him or if I really didn’t want to be alone with him.

It wasn’t Rafe I was scared of. I’d always found his bossy, brotherly act at the academy rather charming; his good intentions were always so obvious. And if he hated me now, well, that would be sad but I really didn’t have the bandwidth to care. Not with all the Rebels to save.

But I didn’t want to think about what I’d done to Maddie. Every time I remembered her face, the way she’d gone rigid with pain, her fingers flexing helplessly in the mud…

Well, I couldn’t afford to think about that. But if we made it out of here alive, if we completed our mission, Maddie would think it was worth it. I knew that about her. She’d chosen that, and she’d saved Isabelle from so much worse pain and possibly from death.

And if Maddie thought it was worth it, maybe I did too.

At least I would try to.

But holding onto that was a tenuous thing and I wasn’t sure it could survive close contact with Rafe and his protective fury.

“Let’s go hunting then,” Rafe said suddenly. “There must be something we can hunt at night.”

“Yes, of course,” I said. It was brilliant thinking; if we established what looked like t might become a routine now of going out at night and returning with a brace of rabbits, it would provide us with a lot of freedom to leave camp without arousing suspicion. We could meet our friends on the other side.

“Be careful out there,” Tobias warned us. “Lots of things out there now with the rips that might be hunting you while you think you’re hunting.”

I laughed. “Why don’t you come with us?”

“No thanks. There’s a warm fireplace and a cards game calling my name.”

I wondered what Maddie and Jensen were doing right now—there was probably no warm fire for them—but I pushed the thought aside. They were survivors, they’d be fine. They were going through far less than others who were trapped here and knew that it was unlikely they’d