by E. M. Moore
I can’t wait to get undressed. I’m uncomfortably hot from all of the pent-up hormones. I strip down to nothing and lie in the middle of my bed. Squeezing my legs together doesn’t help ease any of the throbbing; all it does is intensify the heat. It’s so potent, I wonder if I’m somehow channeling Jonah, but he’s too far away by now—probably nursing his own blue balls. What’s the lady version of blue balls? Because that’s exactly what I have.
Trying to get comfortable doesn’t work. I throw myself back on the pillows, imagining Jonah running his hands all over me. I’m making it worse but I can’t stop. My fingers trail over my hip, but then I snatch them away. I’ve never masturbated before. In a lot of ways, I am a young pup. Mia acted like it was no big deal; she told me it was normal. And if Jonah won’t go any further, I might have to get acquainted with my own body. Plus, I can think of it as a science experiment. If I know what feels good, that will only make our first time better, right?
I press my lips together. Something makes me think I won’t have to worry about Jonah pleasuring me.
I moan in frustration. The more I think about him, the worse it gets. My body is calling to me, begging for relief.
Fuck it. I’m doing it.
I move my hands over my thigh and spread my legs. Before I think about it too much, I slide my finger down my pussy and then back up, settling it over the spot where the most heat emanates. I push down and circle. A gasp parts my lips as pleasure explodes. “Oh shit,” I mutter. I do it again, working my fingers until I’ve explored the whole area and know what gives me the greatest satisfaction.
Flicking the bean. Truth.
I moan again as I circle the apex of my core. Arousal trickles from between my legs, and my breath comes out in gasps.
Mmm. Kinsey.
I keep circling as an elaborate picture of Jonah hovering over me creeps into my head. He takes my breast into his hot mouth while his hands explore, just as mine are doing now. Jonah moans my name, egging me on.
Kinsey?
My mouth pops open as my body starts to shake. Oh God, it feels too good.
Jonah’s roar sounds in my head. Kinsey Walker, are you touching yourself?
I pause, my eyes rounding. He calls out for me again, and my stomach sinks.
Oh shit. I just connected with my mate while I was trying to make myself come.
19
His growl sounds like it comes straight from my own chest and bubbles up my throat.
I pause my perusal and don’t dare answer. He sounds pissed.
At the same time, my heart sings in my chest. You’re not supposed to be able to communicate with your mate in this way so soon. It’s a bonding thing that takes time, and here I’ve gone and freaking pushed it over the edge while wanting to relieve the tension coiled inside me. A tension he put there, by the way. So, in reality, this is all his fault.
If Mia were here, I’d curse her out. Actually, if Mia were here, it would be really weird, but you know what I mean. She said this was normal but communicating with my mate while flicking the bean isn’t normal. I mean, maybe it is. I don’t know. These weren’t discussions I had with my parents growing up.
My heart thunders in my chest, hands tangle in the sheets. I shoot upright when a thump sounds outside my window. Peering to my left, I gasp when a huge form stands on the ledge, completely blocking the moonlight shining into my room. Jonah lowers, pushing the window and providing just a fraction of space between the two side-by-side panes in which he uses his shifter claws to reach through the gap and open the latch.
He throws the panes open, completely naked, and jumps down, landing in a crouch, then turns to shut the window. “Holy fuck,” I mutter.
His perfect form, complete with one huge erection, is washed in moonlight. He stalks toward me. “I’ve gone through a lot of pants today because of you.”
My chest heaves, trying not to stare at his cock but failing. “What are you doing here?”
He stands at the edge of my bed, reaches out to grab my calves, and then tugs me toward him. He bends to his knees, and I make an embarrassing sound from the back of my throat while peering down my body at him. Rubbing circles on the inside of my thighs, he pries them open. “Taking an orgasm that belongs to me.” Keeping his gaze on mine, he leans forward. Hot breath caresses my core, increasing the inferno raging inside my body. More arousal trickles to the sheets, and Jonah sniffs the air. “So fucking turned on.”
My hands grip the side of the bed.
“Since you’ve never been kissed, I’m going to guess....”
I shake my head. “No. Nothing. No one’s ever touched me.”
“This desire belongs to me.” He parts his lips and licks my slit, curling his tongue around my nub.
A foreign pleasure rips through me, and I moan. He shudders in response, diving forward with an attention that drives my excitement to the extreme. He suckles and does this thing where he flicks his tongue, and I’m lost to the budding bliss. “Jonah, oh my God.”
He moans into my pussy. “You taste so good. Say my name again.”
“Jonah,” I rush out. I’m pretty sure I’m about to orgasm. It’s way too soon, but my body is rushing to a place I’ve not felt before. “Oh, Jonah, I—”
“Mine,” he grinds out. “Let me feel you.” He sucks my clit, and I explode. A scream tears through me, and he immediately places his hand over my mouth while his lips just barely graze my sensitive skin. “Quiet, Little Mate. We’ll get in trouble.”
I force my lips together, breathing heavily through my nose. Shivers rock my body while my toes stay curled from the initial burst. He flattens his tongue against me one last time, and aftershocks course through me. I close my knees on his head, and he chuckles. “I’m leaving.” He groans, the sound like pure sex. “I could keep going, though. You call to me. Everything about you calls to me.” His fingers flex into my skin, but he retreats, closes my legs, and shifts me back up the bed, sprawling next to me.
I’m sure my expression is as wondrous as the words sprinkling through my sex-addled brain. He’s a god. He has to be. I place my hand on his chest, still trying to regain control over my body.
“Did you enjoy that?” he asks, voice husky.
“Mmm,” I groan. “I didn’t realize how fun that was.”
He quirks a smile. “Imagine when you can last longer than ten seconds.”
Warmth rushes to my cheeks. “It was longer than that.”
He gives me a doubtful look.
I try to hide my face in the pillows, but he grabs my chin. “It was sexy, Kinsey. You were a goddess. I’ve never seen anything so—”His chest begins to rumble. “You’re never to take that experience away from me again.”
“That sounds like a command, mate,” I challenge, raising a brow at him.
He rolls on top of me. “It is.”
I loop my arms around his neck, loving the way we fit together. He crushes my breasts to his hard chest, and I feel every breath he takes. “We should probably talk about how you knew what I was doing. I thought that type of communication came much later?”
He tickles his fingers over my cheeks. “I guess fate has other plans for us.”
I swallow. Everything he’s saying sounds so right, but I can’t keep my hopes up if this is just his sexual nature talking. “Jonah, I have to know....” I lick my lips. “Taking the Pack Council out of this, do you plan on accepting me?” The squeeze of my heart tells me I’ll be broken if he says no. Not because of my wolf instincts either. Because it’s him.
And no, that’s not the post-coital haze talking either.
“That’s not the question that needs to be asked.” Dread sours my stomach. I glance away, but he pulls my attention back to him. “The question is, will you forgive me enough to accept me when I rescind my Mate Rejection slip?”
My mouth snaps shut. I stare at him, unsure if I should hold back the hope threatening to take over my body. A flood of warmth fills me as if I’m standing outside un
der the brightest sun.
Acceptance.
It’s a feeling I’ve not yet had the pleasure of basking in until now. “Are you sure? What about your job and your standing?”
He leans back on his legs and pulls me around him, carefully tucking his dick to the side so we’re not a few inches from coming together. “I’ve felt so many things with you over the last few weeks. Jealousy. Possessiveness. Desire. Anger. But one thing I can’t stop feeling is that you’re mine. Plain and simple. It’s not entirely my wolf talking. I’m obsessed with you, Kinsey Walker. Me. This side of me. Tonight opened my eyes, and instead of siding with the people I’ve known all my life, I sided with the person who is my life.”
My lip wobbles. His response is overwhelming.
“I’d take you to Lunar tonight if I could. Just, please tell me I have a chance.”
His eyes latch onto mine and won’t let go. There’s real worry there. I place my hand on his chest. “Your odds are very good, Jonah Livestrong.”
He cocks a smile, and I follow. How could I say no to that? He kisses me, taking his time as if savoring the moment. “I’m going to get you out of here, Kinsey. I’ll do everything I can.”
I frown, remembering something that the bitch said. I run my fingers through his hair when we part. “One of the girls mentioned your parents were so unhappy that they were doing everything they could to separate us. Like going to the Council about my parents? Is that true?”
His brows slam down over his eyes. “They haven’t been happy, but I didn’t know that. If it is them, they’ll listen to me.” He reaches his hands up my body and then down the length of my spine. “They’re going to love you. I can promise you that. They’re good people. They’re just looking out for me.”
“I can see that,” I tell him honestly.
He rubs small circles into the base of my spine. “We’ll figure this out. I promise.”
“You’re making a lot of promises,” I tell him.
“I’m about to make another one.” He leads me down to the mattress. “One day, I’m going to sink my cock inside your tight pussy. I’m going to come so hard that my seed takes hold, and in this perfect stomach, we’ll grow a life together.” He cups my tummy, and I nearly come from his words. His fierce wolf flashes at the surface, promising a forever.
“We better start practicing.”
“Trust me, my wolf is begging for it, but my rational, human side says that conceiving a child in the Rejected Mate Academy is a bad omen and something tells me you don’t have condoms.”
“Fresh out of those,” I deadpan.
He growls, and all it does is make the embers in my core come to life. “I guess I’ll have to—” He pins my hands above my head and lowers his lips to my breasts, sucking my nipple into his mouth, and my hips come off the bed. With the height difference, all I meet is his abs but, holy fuck, it’s the perfect sort of ecstasy.
“Not fair,” I groan.
He answers with a grunt and moves his lips to my other pebble, sucking and teasing. Holding both my hands in one of his, he reaches with his other and circles my pussy. I lower my knees to the bed, giving him as much space as he wants. His fingertips enter me. “This is the perfect torture,” he breathes, teasing my entrance.
I gasp, a moan filling the room. “Jonah.”
He pushes further, slowly awakening my core as my sides suction to him. “Let’s see how long you can last this time, Little Mate.” He moves down my body, trailing kisses over my ribs and stomach. He parts my legs again, pushing his finger in and out of me rhythmically while he licks my clit. I run my hands through his hair, keeping him in place as I lose my mind.
I last a little longer than last time but not much. His half-lidded eyes meet mine, and as I come down from my own high, I recognize the pent-up tension in his. “Move to your back,” I tell him, making my own demands.
He does as I ask, then slowly lowers his fist down his impressive length. I start like he did, placing soft, teasing kisses across his body, feeling him shake underneath me. I trail down his torso, exploring his hard planes and dips. He lifts his hips into the air, a silent command, and I hover over him. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I’ll damn well go down with a fight until he comes in my mouth.
“Tell me what you like,” I plead, whispering just over his cock.
He jerks up into my mouth. “Fuck, Kinsey.” I press my tongue against his head and suck. He breathes out, groaning. “Give me your hand.”
I place it in his, and he wraps it around his base where his were. Then, he wraps his free hand in my hair, applying slight pressure as I move. I squeeze his base and stroke him into my mouth.
His answering moan is evidence I’m on the right track. I continue to suck, taking cues from his body, loving when he gets a little rough and pushes me farther than I can take him. I groan at his demand and try to take him deeper the next time. His abs flex. “Kinsey, yes. Like that.”
His hip movements beg me to increase my pace, so I follow suit, stroking him quicker. I peek to find him twisting his fingers in the sheets, completely caught up in his own desire. I want to make him come. I want to overwhelm him until he thinks of nothing else but the pleasure I’m giving him. He keeps calling me Little Mate, but I’m the one with all the power right now. I have the biggest wolf in our pack eating out of my hands.
“Little Mate… Perfect lips. Suck me harder.”
I do as he asks, and we get caught up in a frenzy until the guttural noises he makes alerts me that I’ve done it. He’s going to come.
“Kinsey.” He pushes me off him and catches his cum in his fist, holding his cock tight to his torso. He reaches out for me as he jerks, bringing me to him.
I watch with fascination 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 w
ill 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.”
“It won’t happen,” he growls.
I like to think that Jonah could help, but in all honesty, we’re all at the whim of the alpha and the Council.
“Have you talked to your parents?”
I shrug. “Not about anything important. They’ve asked how things are going here, and I’m being vague. They’re really quiet. Have you heard any rumors coming out of Lunar? I’m worried they’re going through something and they’re not telling me.”