Savage Hunt by Jane knight

Chapter 32

 

Chapter Thirty-Two: Go inside, little mate  

“What if I don’t want to?” She asked and it tested everything inside of me. 

“I need you to go into the house if you don’t…” I trailed off, not trusting myself to warn her properly. 

“If I don’t, what? What will you do if I stay here?” She asked, looking at me. Her long lashes fluttered but it wasn’t overly so like she was doing it on purpose. Did she know how gorgeous she was when she looked like that? 

Did she know how the smell of her arousal made me want to do things to her that I knew that I shouldn’t? 

“Little mate. I would do anything you wanted me to do.” I growled, feeling my wolf pull to the surface. Tillie’s breath caught in her throat but she didn’t pull away from me. Her grip tightened on my wrists, almost like she wanted it just as much as I did. “You should go inside.” 

She pressed her lips together before shifting closer to me. Her lips almost touched mine, testing all of my carefully constructed self-control. 

whispered. It was a pained sound but I wanted her so much. It would just be a taste, that was all I wanted. If I kissed her, 1 could stop with just that. I didn’t

closed the distance. Tangling my fingers into her hair as I pressed my lips against hers. Her hands fell

heaven. It was like tasting what things could

of her so that I could feel the warm skin beneath the knit fabric. Her lips parted and I let out a groan as her tongue caressed against the seam of my lips, seeking permission that I was more than happy to

felt in every part of my body. Kissing Tillie was like nothing I had ever felt before and even though I knew that I couldn’t have her. I couldn’t

would treasure this kiss until that day. This taste of her would be something that I would hold on to and maybe, just maybe, when I went feral, my beast would remember the way that it had felt to kiss our mate. That it would keep my wolf calm

I pulled back, opening my eyes to look at her. “Gideon, I didn’t-” She started to say, but I moved my hand from her hair to put my finger over her lips. My other hand gripped her hip to keep her close. Gods, I wanted to touch her more. My blood burned for my mate, but I knew that

way her lips parted beneath my finger. “But I would be lying to you, Tillie and I promise I will never do that to you. You should go into the house

sounded in the distance and I could hear the low rumble of an engine. She stiffened in my arms and as much as it pained me to do

will you do?” She asked, her blue eyes watering

you

you, will you turn feral if you don’t claim me?” She asked,

of my soul that she would worry about me going feral. That even the thought of it happening would make her eyes fill with tears. I wanted to lie to her, to tell her that everything would be okay. That I wouldn’t go feral, but I had made a promise to her and

her eyes and a

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