Savage Hunt by Jane knight

Chapter Eighty-Six: Sweet kisses and a note

Ryan pressed a kiss to my shoulder before nodding. “It was when we came in here, baby girl. I wouldn’t worry about your parents hearing anything, though. They left around the time that you got into the shower with Jason.”

I relaxed against him. It helped to know that Scott hadn’t heard everything that had happened between my mates and I. If he had, I didn’t know how I would ever be able to face him and mom again. Sure, she didn’t have shifter hearing but he would have probably told her and they had already seen more of us than I ever wanted them to see.

Ryan squeezed my bottom one last time before moving to follow Travis out of the room. Jason shot me a look before he too moved to follow them and I was alone with Gideon. Picking up a pair of leggings, I pulled them on before turning to look back at my mate.

He hadn’t moved, his-honey-colored eyes were still locked on me. It was almost like he was nervous to be alone with me now that he had claimed me. I could feel his worry in the bond that we shared. Moving away from the dresser, I made my way over to him.

“Are you okay?” I asked, resting my hand on his forearm. He

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clutched the clothing in his arms tighter, biting his bottom lip.

it feels when I’m inside of you.” Gideon said, looking into my eyes. He moved his hand over mine, those sparks of pleasure danced over my

breathe in the clean, sweet scent of his skin. He smelled so good, my mouth watered and for a moment I wanted to trace his skin with my tongue. To

a mark on him, too. To bite him as

hadn’t expected to feel. I wasn’t a shifter like them, but I wanted everyone to know that he was mine even if Jason had claimed

the top of my head with a soft press of his lips.

matter what happens, you’ll always be mine.” I said, pulling back to look up

mates were strong and demanding, but this sweetness. This sweetness was a

as I helped him button up his shirt, I wanted him to know how special he was

when I was a teenager and my mom would do this when I would have friends over for sleepovers. It made me feel like she was accepting of my mates and me being together. The thought made me feel like this was

it was like, she was mated to a shifter. If anyone could understand, it

the recliner, leaning against one another. Travis seemed to almost hover beside Ryan. He had teased him

laying on the ground knocked out had scared the crap out of me. I could only imagine how Travis must have felt watching him get hurt. The anger that he must have felt. I was just glad that they weren’t upset at me for Ryan getting hurt. I still blamed

paper for me. A smile playing at his lips that made him look boyish.

said, holding the white sheet out to me. The small flowers in the corner were some of the stationary notepads that I had