Savage Hunt by Jane knight

Chapter Sixty-Eight: Want me to call you Daddy? 

Ryan shifted on the bed, moving so that his back was against the headboard. His blue eyes had grown dark with lust and his cock was half hard already. The room was filled with the scent of their coupling and I could smell it pouring from them.

I watched his hand move down his abs, unable to look away as he touched himself. I couldn’t help but take the time to admire his body. Taking in every hard line and muscular curve. His chest and arms were covered in swirling lines of tattoos that I recognized as Jason’s work. I wondered how long he had sat still with Jason touching him?

Had it turned him on the way that it did me when that needle hit his flesh?

Most people got freaked out when they got tattoos, the pain either being too much for them. Or they responded as I did, the pain bordering on pleasure that made fucking that much better after a good ink session.

Fuck, just thinking about Ryan all hard from Jason working on him made me feel dizzy. Add in Tillie, her body draped over one of the parlor’s chairs, eyes wide as she watched Jason lean over her. Those black gloves covering his hands as he touched her.

It filled my thoughts with plans for the future. I was going to take her into Jason’s hobby, let her pick something pretty and girly for him to tattoo on her. Then I was going to make her come in that chair, show her how good it could feel.

“Travis.” Ryan growled and I looked back at him, still shocked at the sight of his body and the effect that it was having on me. I had seen him naked after a shift plenty of times and it had nev er turned me on like this. Now, though, things were different. We shared a mate and it was only a matter of time before we would end up fucking.

my head

toes. His teeth sank into his lower lip as his hand moved lower down his body. Fingers wrapped

at my hard dick. It was red and swollen, precum leaking from the tip. I had been hard for so long that I was ready

me on more. Fucking Jason and

rocked back and forth and she let out a needy little sound as she rubbed her pussy against

was pulsing through the bond. She had to feel how

against the hand on her breast and he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, mak ing her let out a whimper. Her heartbeat changed and I knew that she wouldn’t be asleep too

tone was commanding and I found myself moving fucking

you

He growled out and my smirk

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ankle. I pressed an open mouthed kiss against the arch of her foot, trailing my lips up to dart my tongue over the ankle bone. A whimper escaped her lips

this what you wanted,

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