Savage Hunt by Jane knight

Chapter Forty-Two: The bear’s lair

“Yeah, he is.” Tillie said. Her voice was all breathless as she looked at my hooked fingers. Her lips parting, she sucked in a breath and I watched the way her eyes seemed to sparkle with what she knew was about to come.

Travis stepped back, tucking his softened penis into his jeans. He didn’t bother with the buttons or the zipper, just pulled them up over the swell of his buttocks. Letting the rough material rest on his slim hips. He looked at Tillie with a soft look in his eyes and I saw it. The love that was starting to develop in him for our little human. I wanted that.

I wanted him to fall for her. He would keep her safe if I wasn’t around to look after her. It was one of the main reasons that I was good with them wanting to share Tillie with me. Should anything happen to me, Tillie would always be taken care of. She would be there to take care of Ryan and Travis, too. To keep them steady and grounded if they ever had to deal with my loss.

Travis stepped closer to her, lifting his hand up to her face to brush his fingers over the top of her cheek and she looked away from me over to him. “Travis?”

“You should go show him what that dirty mouth can do, sweets.” His voice was soft, almost tender. I wonder if Tillie could hear the way that he was speaking to her? Did she know what it meant?

made her look so innocent and she nodded at him. Travis stepped away from her, moving to the recliner where Ryan was sitting. He perched himself on the armrest with a satisfied smirk on his face. Ryan reached out, wrapping an arm

get over it, he

a keep going gesture as I settled back against the couch. She bit her lower lip, bending down to

for me. Yes, we’d fucked and I’d even made love to her. But this, this was on a whole different level. It was like she

her legs. To taste that honey-like sweetness on my tongue. I wanted to feel her body shake as she gave herself to me. Her hips bucking as she worked herself faster, trying to take from me what she needed until she was panting and crying out for me. Her fingers locked onto my shoulders as she dug those blunt nails into my skin, marking me

little whimper. I knew she was feeling the arousal that I was feeling. That it was making her just as

to hunt down. I got the appeal of what Travis was always going on about now. It took mating with Tillie to

caught her. There was just one problem. These woods weren’t our home and

or if they were so blinded by their need for Tillie that it just hadn’t sunk in yet. I needed to know though, I needed to make sure that Tillie, Travis,

wondering who Tillie knew that