Page 56 of Untamed

“Is this where you bring me into your dreams?” I ask.

“I haven’t slept here yet,” he informs me. “When fate paired me with you, I held off on moving in until I knew for sure what was going to happen. Most of all, I wanted to bring my mate here so we could start this life together.”

I grin. “I’m already in your bed, you don’t need to keep sweet talking me.”

He gives me a teasing smile before pulling his boxers down and revealing the cock that is definitely proportionate to his body. He reaches into the drawer next to the bed and throws a few condoms on the sheets. “I’m just telling you the truth, Little Mate.” He grabs my chin again and forces my gaze to his. “Tonight, I intend to make good on every fantasy I have with you.”

“My curfew?”

“I got Ms. Ebon to allow us extra time. She really likes me.”

“Well, I guess that makes two of us.”

He crawls over me, irises glowing yellow. “My wolf senses yours.” He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, shuddering. My own wolf rattles the cages of her confines. She wants out. Jonah nuzzles my neck, thick cock rubbing my thigh. “Soon,” he promises her.

A breath releases from my chest, and my back arches. Fur cascades down my arms and then retreats, leaving my human hair sticking out on end. Jonah matches my movements, his russet hair tickling my bare skin briefly before it retreats.

He reaches down, moving my panties to my ankles, and I kick them off. He hovers over me, lips just out of reach. “I’m going to be as gentle as possible. I don’t want to hurt you, so talk to me, okay?”

Nerves ricochet around my chest but as soon as Jonah trails his fingers across my thigh and to my heat, I’ve already forgotten what I should be scared about. I arch into him as he strokes and plays, dipping his fingers inside agonizingly slowly until I’m writhing against him.

I yank him down, sealing our lips together, and he has to pull his hand out to catch himself from falling on me. He moans into my mouth and reaches for the first condom. Sitting on his haunches, I watch as he tears it open, discarding the wrapper over the side of the bed and rolling the rubber down his length.

Lowering himself over me again, he nudges my thighs apart and reaches out to place a few strands of hair around my ear and stares straight into my eyes. “Little Mate, I accept you.”

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All my life, I’ve bucked against the system. I’ve shied away from the pack bonds, believing I was better without them. When Jonah uttered those three words, I realized that acceptance was all I’ve ever wanted.

A half-human, half-wolf howl works up my throat and echoes through the room. Who knewI accept youwould mean so much more to me than the human affirmation of love?

The tip of his cock pushes past my folds. I clutch his shoulders, sucking in a breath at the feeling of him stretching me. “Jonah, yes. I accept you.”

Jonah filters his fingers through my hair once he’s fully seated inside. “Are you okay, Little Mate?”

I wiggle around him, getting used to the feeling of him inside me. More than anything, I feel full…and happy. Nothing has ever felt as right as this. “I’m more than okay.”

He groans. “Thank fuck because I need to move.”

Jonah retreats, pulling out before sliding in again. Pressing his lips together, he watches my face, reads my body. When I start to move with him, welcoming his thrusts, he takes it up a notch until pleasure highlights every little movement. I exhale on a moan. “Is it supposed to feel this good?”

The corners of his lips quirk, and he nudges my head to the side to kiss a trail from my jaw to my ear. “It is for us.” He nips my ear, grabbing my lobe between his teeth and yanking on it playfully. “Fuck. You’re so tight.”

His words spur my confidence. I explore his taut body with abandon, skating my fingertips over his hips and then around to his muscular back. His skin flexes under my touch in ripples of satisfaction.

My heels dig into the mattress as he crushes his hips to mine. Shifting weight from one arm to another, he traces up my side, skirting up my rib cage until he palms my breast. “So perfect.”

I arch against him, and his movements stutter.

“Mmm, Little Mate. I’m trying to be good.”

I reach around and clasp his ass, sinking my fingers deep into his muscles. “Are you holding back on me?”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Hurt me,” I beg, not imagining that it could feel much better than it already does.

I was wrong.

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