Savage Hunt by Jane knight

Chapter Thirty-One: Do they treat you right?  

Gideon  

My mate stared at me. Her blue eyes were wide and filled with a longing that I felt echoed deep inside of me. There were so many things that I was feeling just by having her here with me. It felt right to touch her like this, even though I knew that I was supposed to wait until the hunt started. 

Her skin was soft beneath my hands and I knew that the rest of her would be just as soft if she let me touch her. Tillie was everything I had wanted in a mate. She was soft and I could just tell from the way that she held herself that she was gentle. She wasn’t meant for something as brutal as the hunt. I wanted to fall to my knees to show her exactly what it meant to be my mate. 

To taste her, to hear her voice telling me what she wanted me to do to her. 

Tillie was perfect. There was only one problem. She had been claimed already by three other shifters. 

the clean scent of the floral soap that she had used. The scents didn’t bother me. If anything, they seemed to almost enhance her sweet candy-like scent. The woodsy scent combined with a sweet lemon scent and with that, a warm scent like

of them. Did she consider them her home? If so, then why was she out here? Didn’t Tillie know

that he would take too well to having someone at his house that smelled of

after I had caught the scent of her, I had been unable to leave the lakeside. Everything in me had demanded that I go to her, to lay myself down at her feet in the surrender of myself. The need to please her was so strong that it felt like it would drown out every rational thought that I had

belly beneath my hands, and trace my fingers over the full lines of her hips. To bury myself between her thighs and

me to do to her. I wasn’t one that took orders very well, but for her… I would do anything that she

full pink lips and the smell of her arousal hit me hard. My mouth watered and I bit the inside of my cheek. She smelled so divine that all I could think about was pulling her body closer to mine. Feeling the press of her breasts and curves against my body, her hands on my wrists excited me with the thought that, maybe. Just maybe, she would pin me down while she rode me. Seeking her pleasure that

wanted

was no way that I was going to be able to hunt her tonight. I didn’t want my pack to see those curves. I didn’t want to share that special moment with her, that was

hoped she did. I wanted to belong to this little human in front of me. I wanted to claim her as my own. She had mates though and I knew I couldn’t get my hopes up. There was also the issue of

was trying to cross him by