Page 45 of Untamed

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 under the brightest sun.

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