Savage Hunt by Jane knight

Chapter Fifty-Four: That smile

Chapter Fifty-Four: That smile

Tillie

Slamming the door behind me, I stomped down the stairs of the porch. I was so mad at Scott and my mom that I didn’t know if I would ever be able to move past it. I loved my parents, but this, this was too much.

It felt like my entire world had been turned upside down and then to have Scott try to tell me what I could and couldn’t do. I wasn’t a child; I hadn’t lived under their roof in years, and to try to have him parent me now felt… wrong. It wasn’t that I didn’t want him to still be a parent to me, but I wasn’t a kid anymore, and I didn’t need looking after. If I wanted to be part of the hunt, then I was damn well going to do what I wanted.

The air had grown cooler and I wished that I had grabbed my sweater from the living room but it did little to cool down my anger. Wrapping my arms around my middle, I made my way to the path that was closest to the house. The steps creaked on the porch and I whipped around, pressing my lips together and glaring at whoever had followed me.

me than he should have been. It had to be like some shifter superpower, but I didn’t know why he had followed me. I’d said that I

back

head to the side. “And while I find it hot as fuck, when you’re all pissed off. I’m not going inside unless you are with me. You’re my mate and we’re in

the entrance to the path that I had planned on taking

smooth and kinda scary hot. “What I mean is if I were one of them and you were the prize… I’d be mapping out this forest so that I could take a bite out of this ass.” He growled low as he stopped in front of me. His hand moved around to grip my ass cheek almost too hard as

lower lip, looking up into his heated gaze. When he looked at me like this, it made my

you what I would do,” He roughly squeezed my ass cheek, his fingers grazing the claiming mark that he had left, sending a thrill of heat through my body that made my clit pulse. His skin was warm beneath my hands and I couldn’t help but look at his chest. Were all shifters incredibly fit like him

chest. The heat of my anger was slowly being replaced with something else. Something I didn’t have a name for, but it was just as primal as the anger I

chase me? Would it be like the hunt that I was planning to enter tonight?