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.

I’m inside of you.” Gideon said, looking into my eyes. He moved his hand over mine, those sparks of pleasure danced over my skin at his touch. “I want you more than

skin. He smelled so good, my mouth watered and for a moment I wanted to trace his skin with my

bite him as

I wanted everyone to know that he was mine even if Jason had

before he kissed the top of my head with a soft press of his lips. “Tillie, I don’t

mine. No matter what happens, you’ll always be mine.” I said, pulling back to look up at him. “I promise that I will always take care of

were strong and demanding, but this sweetness. This sweetness was a good balance to everything that they gave me. With Gideon, I knew that things would

him get dressed in Jason’s clothing. Pressing soft kisses to his skin as I helped him button up his shirt, I wanted him to know how special he was to me. All of my mates were special, but I had the

front of the couch. It reminded me of 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

to a shifter. If anyone could understand, it would

we were all going to sleep together. Jason was seated on the couch and Ryan and Travis were sitting on the recliner, leaning against one another. Travis seemed

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

a piece of paper for me. A smile playing at his lips that made him look boyish. When he smiled at

in the corner were some of the stationary notepads that I had gotten my mother last year for mother’s