Savage Hunt

Chapter 83

Chapter Eighty-Three: Talking with her mates

“We‘re staying here?” He asked, turning away from me and making his way over to the cabinet beneath the sink. He opened the white cabinet, pulling out one of the fluffy white towels and using it to dry himself off. Gideon watched me in the mirror and I wanted to ask him if that upset him. I was afraid of what he would say.

This was one of my favorite places in the world and I had hoped to be able to share it with my mates. Granted, 1 thought it would be something I shared with them much later. But I wanted them to feel comfortable here.

“Just for a little while.” Jason called from the other room. “I have to get back to the pack.”

“And I don’t think your dad likes us being here too much or it could be that we’re fucking his daughter.” Travis said and I finished drying off, looking over at him and Ryan as they lounged on my bed. From there, they had a direct view of the shower and they had been able to watch everything.

“He will learn to like you guys.” He was going to have to so was mom. My mates were just that and I didn’t want to do this without them. I couldn’t imagine being with anyone but them. Well, Gabe to but I was going to bring that up later. I

didn’t know how Gideon would feel about hearing that after he had just claimed me.

Or how Jason would take it after the possessive way he had tied me up and fucked me in the shower. Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

I finished toweling my hair dry as best as I could before moving back over to the shower to drape my towel over the shower rod. Gideon came over, hanging his towel beside mine and I reached out, giving his hand a squeeze.

“I’m happy you’re here.” I said, feeling the tops of my cheeks heat up.

He gave me one of those heart-fluttering smiles before threading our fingers together. “Me too.”

Gideon and I made our way to the bedroom. Travis had pulled on a loose pair of dark sleep pants that hung low on his hips. He leaned back against the headboard of my bed, pillows were stacked up around him. He was watching me as he trailed his hand up his chest.

“Sweets, watching you and Gideon fuck.” He toyed with his nipple ring, eyeing both of us like he was the big bad wolf and he wanted to gobble us both up. “It was fucking hot.”

Ryan lay beside him. He was dressed in a pair of basketball shorts and a ripped black concert t-shirt. The big moon

that was falling apart with a wolf’s head was emblazoned on the front. It was a Cannibal Moon shirt and I wondered if he liked the band too? They were one that I often listened to with Scott when I hung out in his garage, offering what little help I could while he worked on his Mustang.

“Thank you?” Gideon asked, his finger twitching in mine.

I looked over at him, realizing that we were the only two naked in the room. Jason had pulled on a pair of black slacks and a white button-up shirt. I was beginning to think that he didn’t have comfortable lounging clothing besides the sleep pants I had seen him in yesterday. Maybe I was wrong. I mean he did mention training with Ryan and the others before.

I couldn’t imagine that would be comfortable in dress slacks and nice button up shirts. Then again, maybe he liked to be ready for anything.

Jason did the bottom buttons of his shirt, leaving the rest of them undone so that glimpses of his pale tattooed flesh peaked out of the collar. He picked up a stack of clothing that he had sat beside Travis. Moving over to Gideon and me, he held up the clothing for Gideon.

“Put these on. We’ll go get your things from Branson’s before we head home.”

I pulled my fingers from Gideon’s and he reached out, taking the clothing from Jason and looking down at the dark fabrics. He held it to his chest before looking up at our mate. “Thank you, but there isn’t much to get. Gabe will be bringing it later.”

“You sure?” Jason asked, his brows knitting together. “We don’t mind picking up your stuff.”

“I’m sure. I talked to him when you two were in the shower.” He paused for a long moment, looking over at me before looking at the others. “He didn’t sound like himself.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, worrying the inside of my cheek with my teeth. Had he been hurt and Gideon didn’t want to tell us? Had something happened to hurt his brother?

“H, he seemed sad. I don’t know how to explain it.” Gideon Jooked away from me, his jaw flexing as he locked his eyes on the floor.

“Hey, we’ll figure this out.” Travis said from the bed and I nodded. He was right, we would. “I bet he just misses me and Tillie.”

Ryan shot him a glare and moved his hand to rest it on Travis’ leg. “You think you’re being cute, brat…” The threat hung in the air and I swallowed hard. Even when he was

worn out, there was still something about Ryan that just made me want to go to him.

“Daddy.” I whispered, looking at him with wide eyes. “Maybe he does miss us? He seemed quiet taken with

Travis.”

“Baby girl.” Ryan said, his gaze flicking over to me before he tilted his head to the side. He ran his tongue over his lower lip, closing his eyes.

“Endgame, daddy.” Travis whispered, squeezing his fingers softly against his thigh. “Besides, if we play with him, you can watch us.”

“Travis.” | growled. I hadn’t told the others how I was feeling yet and I didn’t want to hurt Gideon or Jason. I’d planned to talk to them after we had eaten. Looking over at Jason, he pressed his lips together, lifting an eyebrow up at me. Gideon watched me too, but with a different look in his eyes.

I sighed, turning away from him and moving over to the dresser. This conversation would be better had if I wasn’t naked and preferably after dinner.