Savage Hunt by Jane knight

Chapter Five: Matilda, please pick up

Tillie

Toweling off my hair, I stepped out of the bathroom. I had taken a super long, hot shower. Taking special care to clean the bite marks that Jason, Travis, and Ryan had left on me. I had coated them with Neosporin, hoping that it would help lessen the scarring that I knew was going to happen.

I didn’t know why the bites hadn’t hurt as bad as they looked. The marks had bruises around them, my skin was covered with molted shades of green and purple. They looked like they had happened days ago. They weren’t as tender as I thought they would

be.

If I hadn’t known that they were only a day old, I would have assumed that they were days, if not weeks, healed. They were healing so much faster than any scrapes or cuts that I had ever gotten before, and I didn’t know if that was some neat side effect of being mated to shifters or what. I just wished that it had helped heal my sore body the same way.

I couldn’t win them all.

| clutched my toiletry bag beneath my arm, taking it over to the bed and putting it into my overnight bag before zipping up the golden zipper of the black and white bag.

The mirror on the back of the bathroom showed me my reflection. The white bandages on my neck were a sharp contrast against my skin, clashing with my black tank top and gray yoga pants. I had taken the time to clean and bandage the marks, even if they were healing. It would suck if they got infected because all three of my mates seemed to enjoy licking those marks.

had been just as

them. To feel Jason’s hands guiding my hips as he sucked the flesh between his

I was going to give in and go

was nothing compared to the heat that I felt rising along my

tongue over my lips. I pulled the towel away from my hair, taking it over to the hamper and hanging it on the side. It was full of my work clothes,

hoped that Jason, Ryan, and Travis never saw me in those outfits. If they were going to be around, then I was going to have to buy some

from my little trip, I was going to have to do some shopping and some laundry. I had been putting it off most

and all of my household chores. But

happy tones. I dragged my fingers through my hair,

I picked the phone up, unplugging the charger as the call went

calling? No one besides my mom left me voicemail messages. Everyone that I knew usually texted if I didn’t

number and I figured that he would probably share it with the others. My

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Five: Matilda, please