Savage Hunt by Jane knight

Chapter Eighty-Three: Talking with her mates

“We‘re staying here?” He asked, turning away from me and making his way over to the cabinet beneath the sink. He opened the white cabinet, pulling out one of the fluffy white towels and using it to dry himself off. Gideon watched me in the mirror and I wanted to ask him if that upset him. I was afraid of what he would say.

This was one of my favorite places in the world and I had hoped to be able to share it with my mates. Granted, 1 thought it would be something I shared with them much later. But I wanted them to feel comfortable here.

“Just for a little while.” Jason called from the other room. “I have to get back to the pack.”

“And I don’t think your dad likes us being here too much or it could be that we’re fucking his daughter.” Travis said and I finished drying off, looking over at him and Ryan as they lounged on my bed. From there, they had a direct view of the shower and they had been able to watch everything.

“He will learn to like you guys.” He was going to have to so was mom. My mates were just that and I didn’t want to do this without them. I couldn’t imagine being with anyone but them. Well, Gabe to but I was going to bring that up later. I

didn’t know how Gideon would feel about hearing that after he had just claimed me.

Or how Jason would take it after the possessive way he had tied me up and fucked me in the shower.

I finished toweling my hair dry as best as I could before moving back over to the shower to drape my towel over the shower rod. Gideon came over, hanging his towel beside mine and I reached out, giving his hand a squeeze.

here.” I said, feeling the tops of my cheeks

those heart-fluttering smiles before threading our fingers together. “Me

that hung low on his hips. He leaned back against the headboard of my bed, pillows were stacked up around him. He was

with his nipple ring, eyeing both of us like he was the big bad wolf and

lay beside him. He was dressed in a pair of basketball shorts and a ripped

wolf’s head was emblazoned on the front. It was a Cannibal Moon shirt and I wondered if he liked the band too? They were one that I often listened to with Scott when I hung out in his garage, offering what little help I could while he worked

his finger

were the only two naked in the room. Jason had pulled on a pair of black slacks and a white button-up shirt. I was beginning to think that he didn’t have comfortable lounging clothing besides the sleep pants I had seen him in yesterday. Maybe I was wrong. I mean he did mention training with

that would be comfortable in dress slacks and nice button up

that glimpses of his pale tattooed flesh peaked out of the collar. He picked up a stack of clothing that he had sat beside Travis. Moving over to Gideon and me, he held up the

We’ll go get your things from Branson’s before we head

dark fabrics. He held it to his chest before looking up at our mate.

sure?” Jason asked, his brows knitting together. “We don’t mind

you two were in the shower.” He paused for a long moment, looking over at me before looking at the others. “He didn’t

of my cheek with my teeth. Had he been hurt and Gideon didn’t