Savage Hunt by Jane knight

Chapter 82

Chapter Eighty-Two: The good kind of sore

Tillie

Pulling away from Gideon, I stood straight. His hands moved over my hips before traveling up my back. He kept

his palms flat and his fingers splayed out like he was trying to touch as much of my skin as he could. He leaned closer to me, pressing his chest against my back before kissing my shoulder with a soft kiss.

“Thank you, Tillie.” He whispered and I looked over my shoulder at him. His eyes were glassy with unshed tears and I felt my heart ache for him.

Shifting around, I brought my hand up to his cheek. Stroking the soft skin of his face. I worried my lower lip, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just- I never thought being with my mate would feel like this.” He whispered, his face moving closer to mine. I closed my eyes, letting him kiss me. It was like he was trying to tell me things that he wasn’t yet ready to say. 

I moved my arm around his waist, trying to give him as much reassurance as I could. He let go of my lips, looking down at me with that same almost sad expression on his

face. His brows were drawn together and there was a wrinkle forming between them. I brushed my fingers over that spot. I didn’t want him to worry about anything and I wished he could tell me what it was that was bothering him so much.

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me. He looked over at Jason, his lower lip trembling, before he spoke again.

“It’s Jason, you don’t need to alpha me. You are both mine. I take care of what’s

body relax against mine and the tension release from the bond that we shared. I didn’t know what had happened in his previous pack. The one he was with before us must not have treated him right for him to be so hesitant with us. That was okay. I knew that Gideon was my mate too and I was going to do everything that I could to show

shower and I started to reach

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bright pink poof and the bottle of body wash. He uncapped the pale purple glass bottle, lifting it to his nose and breathing in the soft scent of vanilla and

“You don’t like it?”

clear liquid onto the puff before sitting the body wash down onto the ledge of the shower. He wasn’t wrong. The soap wasn’t the one that I normally used but I had snagged it from my mom’s bathroom last

suggested and he smiled at me. It was a soft, bashful smile that made my heart beat faster. I liked seeing him

“If you want.”

brought the loofa up to my neck. He took his time gentle cleaning the claiming marks that my Jason and Ryan had left on me. Each touch made

Taking special care to clean them before running his thumbs

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