Savage Hunt by Jane knight

Chapter 32

 

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. 

could stop with just

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

her like this was like tasting heaven. It was like tasting what things could be like between the

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 than happy to give her.

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 I longed for

went feral, my beast would

and I pulled back, opening my eyes to look at her. “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

said, savoring the way her lips parted beneath my finger. “But I would be lying to you, Tillie and I promise I will never

the low rumble of an engine. She stiffened in my arms and

asked, her blue eyes watering as she

do you mean?”

you turn feral if you don’t claim

of my soul that she would worry about me going feral. That 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

eyes and a tear slipped down her cheek.

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