Savage Hunt by Jane knight

Chapter Seventy-One: Alpha… Sir 

“She will be up for it, won’t you sweets?” Travis’ eyes moved over my naked body. His cock twitched and I watched his softened penis start to grow hard. He looked at me like I was a piece of meat and he was starving.

I thought about what he said. The way he said it, like he was so sure that I would be able to handle ten orgasms in a row. I didn’t even know if I would be able to handle it.

“I, I don’t know. I’ve never, I mean. Ten orgasms is a lot. What will you do if I’m not able to handle it?” I asked, licking my lips and rocking my hips back into Ryan. His cock slid between my ass cheeks, fitting in the cleft.

A growl slipped past his lips and his hand moved down to my hip as he nipped at my shoul der. “Baby girl, I’m sure Jason and I can think of something for him to do if you can’t handle what we give you.”

A pulse of arousal hit me so hard that it took my breath away. My lower belly tightened, my pussy clenching at air. I closed my eyes, gripping the side of the bed. It felt like I was being pulled under by the waves of their need. Feel it moving over my skin, sucking me down.

“You like that, don’t you, my sweet candy girl?” Travis asked, his voice a dangerous growl. “The thought of them taking care of me has you fucking wanting it, doesn’t it?”

“Travis,” I whimpered, opening my eyes. I did want it. I wanted everything that they could do to me and to each other. I wanted to watch them, to see the way that their bodies would move together.

How each of them would respond to the other’s touch.

“Stop teasing our mate.” Jason said, moving behind Travis. His words were rough, his eyes swept over my body. Lingering at the hand on my hip. There was a possessive gleam in his cool gray eyes but it was gone just as quickly as I had seen it.

my spine. That look, it was like I was his and he didn’t care who touched me. Who pleased me, as long as I knew that

up, the tightening in my belly intensifying. A needy sound slipped from my

again. He stepped closer to Travis, so close that Travis shivered at his nearness. He looked away from me, over his

your arms over the footboard, and spread your

closed just as quick. His witty retort dying on his lips as

so different from how he sounded with me. He stepped closer to the footboard, his long fingers

His nostrils flared and I knew he

the same type of voice he had used with me at Savage when he had told me

fingers stiffened and he gripped the wood tight. Leaning over it and spreading

are listening so well.” Jason purred, his voice thick as his eyes moved over Travis’ body. He stepped to the side of the bed, grabbing Travis’ wrist in his hands. His fingers moved over his tattooed skin

white teeth sinking into his lower

said, before correcting

wrist down to the handcuff. Clasping the smooth metal

way he moved, securing Travis to the bed, the tender care that he used not to bruise his skin or hurt him. It made me wonder what

me, Travis. What is in

to the side of the bed. “My duffle bag, it’s just some clothes and other

what you like. The kind of things