Savage Hunt by Jane knight

Chapter Thirty-Two: Go inside, little mate  

“What if I don’t want to?” She asked and it tested everything inside of me. 

“I need you to go into the house if you don’t…” I trailed off, not trusting myself to warn her properly. 

“If I don’t, what? What will you do if I stay here?” She asked, looking at me. Her long lashes fluttered but it wasn’t overly so like she was doing it on purpose. Did she know how gorgeous she was when she looked like that? 

Did she know how the smell of her arousal made me want to do things to her that I knew that I shouldn’t? 

“Little mate. I would do anything you wanted me to do.” I growled, feeling my wolf pull to the surface. Tillie’s breath caught in her throat but she didn’t pull away from me. Her grip tightened on my wrists, almost like she wanted it just as much as I did. “You should go inside.” 

She pressed her lips together before shifting closer to me. Her lips almost touched mine, testing all of my carefully constructed self-control. 

wanted her so much. It would just be a taste, that was all I wanted. If I kissed her, 1 could stop with just that. I didn’t have to claim her, she was already spoken for her. But I wanted so badly to kiss her, to

say and I closed the distance. Tangling my fingers into her hair as I pressed my lips against hers. Her hands fell to my

was like tasting what things

fingers from her hair, moving my hand down to her hip. Pulling her close, she was all soft curves beneath her sweater and I wanted to push the sweater off of her so that I could feel the warm skin beneath the knit fabric. Her lips parted and I let out a groan as her tongue caressed against the seam of my lips, seeking permission that I was more

of her tongue against mine sent a shock of pleasure through me that I felt in every part of my body. Kissing Tillie was like nothing I had ever felt before and even though I knew that I couldn’t have her. I couldn’t help the way that

of her would be something that I would hold on to and maybe, just maybe, when I went feral, my beast would remember the

“Gideon, I didn’t-” She started to say, but I moved my hand from her hair to put my finger over her lips. My other hand gripped her hip to keep her close. Gods, I wanted to touch her more. My blood burned for my mate, but

could kiss you and I would say that I was sorry for doing it,” I said, savoring the way her lips parted beneath my finger. “But

of gravel sounded in the distance and I could hear the low rumble of an engine. She stiffened in my arms and as much as it pained me to do so, I let her

asked, her blue eyes

you

you don’t claim me?” She asked, worrying her lower

even the thought of it happening would make her eyes fill with tears. I wanted to lie to her, to tell her that everything would be okay. That I wouldn’t go feral, but I had made a promise to her and I was

and a tear slipped down her cheek.