Savage Hunt by Jane knight

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Vanilla and Bourbon

Tillie

Pacing the floor of the living room, I glared at the window that overlooked the water where Jason, Ryan, and Travis stood talking. Like they hadn’t just shown up at my stepdad’s house and messed up my time alone and scared Gideon away.

I knew I should feel guilty for talking with him, but I couldn’t. Gideon needed me and I had the feeling that I needed him too. That even though the others didn’t know him yet, I had a feeling that they would feel the same pull that I was feeling if they just met him. It just felt right when he touched me. I got those same butterfly like feelings in the pit of my stomach and my heart beat faster.

I just wished that I could make them see that. Crossing my arms, I looked out the window. Watching my mates as they looked out at the water. Travis was still furious and I could see that anger beating against the back of my mind like a steady drum. It was feeding into my own anger and I knew that I needed to figure out how to block that feeling or I was going to end up saying or doing something that I didn’t want to do.

That wasn’t who I was, but damn it when he had glared down at me. His hard chest pressed against me, his eyes all dark. It did something to my insides that I didn’t know it I liked yet. It was like something inside of me wanted to do what he wanted, even as I had fought against the feeling.

I wasn’t going to give into that feeling. I couldn’t, I couldn’t back down from him about this. The things I felt for Gideon were like what I felt for Travis. What I felt for Ryan and Jason. I could no more turn my back on them than I could on him.

his lips moving. They were pulled back into a snarl and it looked like he was in pain. What had Jason said to make him

a calmness in that storm of emotions and I knew the moment that I felt

it would be him. I needed to talk with him, to see if

willing to accept Gideon, I had a feeling that it

help me talk to Ryan and Travis. They had to understand. I mean, they were

He shouted something at Jason but I felt something different from anger. Something like understanding. I didn’t know what had happened out there but I felt relieved that maybe I would be able

wood. Jason and Ryan stood beside the lake

I turned away from the big window to look over at him. He closed the door, dropping his black duffle bag off to the side. It was the same bag that he had used the night before last. The one that

not thought I would be feeling at thinking about those toys that he had brought. The toys that Ryan and Jason had used on

body. I