Savage Hunt by Jane knight

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Morning Coffee

Tillie

Coffee cup in hand, I stepped out onto the porch. It was early, but the sky overhead was overcast. Painting the lake and the surrounding trees, dark shades of gray making the shadows that much harsher. I looked at the lake, closing the door behind me softly, trying not to break the stillness of the morning. A cold breeze ruffled my hair, which was still damp from the hot shower that I had taken while my coffee steeped in the coffee press in the kitchen.

I pulled my sweater tighter around me, lifting up my coffee cup and taking a sip of the warm liquid, letting the rich creamy goodness of the coffee warm me up. They liked to use the good creamer, but it was something that I didn’t normally buy for myself. It was too expensive but if I finished it off, I would have to make a note to buy them a bottle. Sipping coffee out here while I looked over the lake made me feel almost normal.

The shower had helped ease some of the soreness and a good night’s sleep had my head clearer than it was before. I felt less like a trapped animal and more like myself. Lifting my hand to the side of my neck, I thought about the marks on both sides and the ones on my bottom. They were still healing, but not as angry looking as they had been. Yes, I was still bruised but the wounds looked like they had been there for over a week instead of just a day. I would have a scar, but I was no longer worried about the wounds getting infected.

The mark was strangely sensitive beneath my fingertips as I traced the lines of those teeth marks. It was like I could feel the touch all the way down to my toes inside the running shoes that I had pulled on. I wondered if Ryan could feel it when I touched those marks? If it felt just as good for me as it did for him?

It bordered on anger

he worried and angry that

When we had spoken yesterday, it had felt like he understood what I was feeling and that he was okay with me being away from them while I sorted out everything I was feeling.

the water towards the willow tree on the edge of the water in the distance. It marked my stepdad’s property line with its big wispy swaying branches. The summer that I had read Harry Potter, I had liked to think that the weeping willow on the grounds of Hogwarts looked something

felt a swell of anxiety bloom up in the back of my throat that threatened to take my breath away. Why was Jason anxious? Yes, touching that mark felt good just as it

hand to my bottom. Tracing the sensitive spot on my bottom where Travis had

doing to

me for being away from them? Or was something else

to Travis and Ryan last night. I felt like I understood a bit

left their marks on my skin and I wasn’t sure why, but it filled me with a strange sense of rightness. Like I was always supposed to be theirs. I liked that they had claimed me as theirs. Sure, I was still nervous about it. But it was what