Page 30 of Untamed

“I was trying to distract you so you wouldn’t get into more trouble.”

I flinch at his words. “Mission accomplished,” I deadpan. I try to wiggle down his body, but he presses back against me, driving his hard cock into my hip.

I gasp at the sensations that course through me, and he levels a glare. “I’ll make you come right now. I’ll make your pussy mine. I’ll give you everything you want.” He slams his lips down on mine, and for a brief moment, I wonder if he changed his mind. However, this kiss doesn’t last long. He pulls away. “Your first orgasm shouldn’t be in some dank hallway, hidden in secret after the roller coaster of a day you’ve had. It should be private. Sensual. In a place where we don’t have to stop at one.” My pussy clenches, and more arousal floods my panties. Jonah sniffs the air and growls. “You like the sound of that.” His eyes yellow, staring at me as if I’m the prey.

“I love the sound of that,” I counter, giving him as much aggression as he’s giving me.

He swipes at the blood on his lip, zeroing his gaze in on the spot where my own mouth is tender. “You’d let me touch you? You just told me you hated me.”

I groan in frustration.

Jonah clasps my ass, holding me upright as he backs away. With his fingers digging into my skirt, he lowers me to the floor. He knows he’s won. He’s made me see reason through the rush of sex, and I hate him even more for it.

He straightens my uniform, making sure that my skirt once again covers all of my important parts before retreating to pick up my bag. Instead of handing it over, he throws it over his shoulder. In true, possessive wolf fashion, he says, “I’m walking you to your room.”

“Are you even allowed to?”

He gestures toward the opening in the alcove. “I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to be forcing you into dark halls either. Now, are you going to show me your room, or should I just start opening doors?”

I take a few moments to get my bearings. I don’t want to attempt walking and end up flat on my face because my legs have decided they’re going to desert me. Luckily, when I take my first step, they work fine except for a little wobble. “I’m on the second floor,” I mumble.

I show him up the twisting, ornate staircase. When people pass us in the hall, their eyes bulge out at his hulking form, and then they glare at me as if they want to poke my eyes out with hot irons. Not because of Jonah, but because they can tell he’s my mate. They most likely suspect I’ll be leaving soon—that I’ve done what they couldn’t—and they’re jealous.

Hell, I would be.

“You’re making a scene,” I whisper.

“I’m making sure my mate gets to her room after a rough day. I don’t care what anyone else fucking does.”

It’s too late to balk at the word mate, but part of me wants to tell him he should’ve thought of that before he sent me here. “This is me,” I say once we get to the top of the stairs. He inspects the huge, wooden door that’s big enough to accommodate his figure. I take my key out of my bag while he holds it out for me, and I unlock my room. Pushing the door open, I walk inside. “My humble abode.”

He leans against the frame and peers in. He doesn’t take a step over the threshold, just drops my bag inside the door and crosses his arms, watching me as I prop my hip on the desk, waiting for him to say or do something. “It’s nice,” he says.

“Yeah, it’s bigger than my room at home. I even have my own bathroom and the buffets for breakfast, lunch, and dinner are to die for. I’m not”—I clear my throat—“used to that.”

His hands turn to fists at my words. The muscles on his forearms pop out. Something I’ve said has triggered him. Maybe it’s the revelation of my life back home? Even with the small house and being the black mark upon the pack, I’d much rather be home.

He frowns at me. “I know I did this to you. If you could not hate me while we figure this shit out, I’d be grateful, Kinsey.”

I blink at him. A response doesn’t immediately come to mind, so I stare into his eyes. The rawness in his words and expression squeezes my heart.

When I don’t say anything after a few good minutes, he reaches for my door and starts to pull it closed. “Have a good night.”

The door shuts with a soft click. How a huge man like himself can be so delicate, I have no idea. I throw myself on my bed and curl up, stuffing a pillow under my head. Scared to think about my predicament for fear I might freak out again and be unable to control myself, I, instead, throw myself into the moment I had with Jonah. My body heats all over again. I’m about to yell outWhy?when my wolf gives me a dubious look. It’s not as if I can see her, but her movements are mine, like a separate but identical entity. I can feel her emotions, and right now, she’s saying,Duh. It’s the nature of our match. I can still hate Jonah and want him to kiss me like that again.

I’d spent so much time hoping I didn’t mate with anyone from Lunar that I forgot to research how it would be if I actually did get paired with someone. I wasn’t expecting the whirlwind of emotions. I need legitimate, first-hand accounts of bonding with your fated one. Rumors don’t help.

Do all normal shifter pairs start out with more of a physical bond? Or is it just us?

These are questions a pack could answer. Too bad mine has never wanted me.

14

Judging by the looks I got from some of the other residents of Greystone Academy when Jonah walked me to my room, I can’t tell Mia and my new friend group that Jonah and I made out yesterday. It’s not that I couldn’t tell them—it’s not against the rules or anything—it’s that I don’t want them to feel bad that they aren’t making out like horny teenagers with their own mates. It’d be like telling your friend who’s struggling to lose weight that you’ve lost ten pounds without trying. I’m pretty sure they’ll want to cut me.

I wait until we’re all seated with our trays at breakfast before bringing up the physical attraction talk. “So, you know how you guys are my first friends?”

Nathan chuckles. “Still think that’s a little weird, but yes.”

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