Savage Hunt

Chapter 50

Chapter Fifty: Seems a little late for a hunt since you’ve already claimed ..

Chapter Fifty: Seems a little late for a hunt since you’ve already claimed her Ryan

I was so aggravated. It wasn’t so much that I was upset with Tillie. I just couldn’t seem to push past the anger that I had felt seeing someone that wasn’t one of us touching her. His hands had been on her. That wolf had been touching what was mine.

What was ours.

I had never thought of myself as a jealous person, but it seemed like my human mate brought out that side of me. Just seeing him touch her like that, the way that she had looked up at him like he was someone that she wanted, had set my blood boiling. My wolf had wanted out. It hadn’t liked her speaking with him; him touching her.

He had wanted to go after that man, to rip his arms from his body and punish him for touching what was ours.

That wasn’t who I was and I knew that. I had never minded sleeping with someone who was also with someone else. With Tillie, it was different. I didn’t mind sharing her with Jason and Travis. They were pack and not just pack. I felt a draw to each of them that went far beyond Jason being my alpha. It had gone beyond Travis being my beta. I was drawn to both of them.

The pull to please Jason had been growing stronger inside of me and I had felt it sharply the morning after we had mated Tillie. Now it was like a presence that I couldn’t seem to shake. But he was my alpha and my friend. I had never thought about how it would feel to be with him.

It would be a struggle, I knew. I wasn’t willing to give up control in the bedroom and I had a strong feeling that he wasn’t willing to give it up either. It wouldn’t be like how things were with Travis. There would be

no struggle for control before he eventually gave in to me because he knew the pleasure that I could give him. How good I could make him feel submitting to what I wanted.

No, things with Jason would be a fight, and fuck me if I didn’t want that with him. I didn’t know how Tillie would feel about that. Before anything happened, though, I was going to discuss it with her. I didn’t want to hurt her by being with him the same way that I had hurt her when I had claimed Travis.

But I knew that I wanted her to be a part of it. Fucking her while she had given Jason a blow job had been one of the best things that I had ever felt. Even while I was mad as hell.

In a strange way, it was like we were connected through her. I had felt it when he had locked eyes with me. The growling commands and praise for our mate slipping from his lips as he let out sexy little growls and groans as he fucked himself up into her mouth. Yes, he had told both Travis and I that he wasn’t interested.

But I had seen the look in his eyes. I didn’t know if sharing her was part of his kink. I was going to find out if it was. If that’s what got him off, then that was fine and we could keep sharing her as long as she wanted. I just hoped that it could be more, that he would eventually give in to Travis’ advances, and then he would be ours as well.

Damn, it made me hard just thinking about it. I needed to get myself under control, it wouldn’t do to get myself all turned on and ready to fight and fuck when I was around Tillie’s parents.

One of whom was a very pissed off bear that was glaring at my mate. Damn it, what had Travis said to piss him off so much? Or maybe it was just Travis being Travis. It was probably just Travis being his bratty self. You would think he would know better than to test our mate’s father. Then again, Travis liked to test his boundaries with everyone.

I didn’t have long to think about it before Jason finally spoke up. His voice was raised and I could feel his anger. “She wants to be in the hunt.”

“No, Tillie doesn’t need to be in any hunts.”

“She’s very determined,” Jason said, his lips twitching up into a half smile before his lips smoothed out again.

“She is, I take it you boys want to hunt her through my woods?” He said, looking between the three of us. His eyes lingered on my mark on Travis’ neck before he looked over at me. “She’s already been claimed though, seems a little late to try and hunt her down.”

“It’s not our hunt,” I said, trying to hold back my growl. “It was supposed to be, but plans changed.”

“It’s the pack in the woods.” Travis said with a pout. He was still sulking about not getting to hunt down Tillie and I couldn’t blame him.

“Branson?” He asked, his growing wide and the iris flaring with a deep orangy brown color. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

“Yes, it seems that Tillie met someone this afternoon who claims to be her mate.” I said, leaning back in the sturdy wooden chair. The long table was lined with them and there were bears and moons carved into the legs of the seats. There was a lunar pattern cross stitched onto the cushions that lined the backs of the chairs that was repeated on the curtains that hung over the big windows that looked out over the woods. So much detail had gone into decorating the room.

It was dim, with two lamps on either side of the heavy-looking doors. Their deep green coverings did little to help brighten the room. This wasn’t a place for family, this was the bear’s meeting table.

I could smell hints of wolf lingering in the air. They hadn’t been here recently. I’d say a month or two ago at best. But it was still there with the hints of the forest. Green leaves that were just getting ready to turn brown, soft dirt, and an almost gamy scent that some shifters always seemed to have.

Had Tillie’s father met with them in this room? Had those wolves sat across the table from him like we were now? What had they discussed?

“She won’t be taking part in the hunt. She’s my cub, she’s not a shifter.” His words were carefully measured and I nodded.