Savage Hunt

Chapter 97

Chapter Ninety-Seven: Pancakes and pain relievers

“You snagged an alpha? What’s that like? I’ve always heard that alphas are super intense in bed?” She asked, but then frowned. “But then that makes me think about my dad and there are some things that I just don’t need to know.”

Super intense was one way to put it. Being with Jason was like playing with fire. The way that he had kept me so on edge until I felt like I was going to go out of my mind. How everything seemed to fade away and it was just him and I.

The way that he talked to Travis, ordering him to call him sir. It was all just very intense.

| swallowed hard, taking another drink from my mug to avoid saying anything for a moment. I wasn’t sure how much I should tell Charity. Normally, I told her everything but I didn’t want her to dislike Jason without getting to know him first.

Last night wasn’t really just his fuck up, he wasn’t the only one to blame. We all were. We should have talked about things like he and Ryan said this morning. Should have talked about safe words and limits.

I didn’t really know mine yet, so that was something that we were going to have to figure out. I just knew that I didn’t like being pushed as far as Jason had pushed me. To the point where pleasure turned into pain and I couldn’t form the words to tell them what I needed.

Charity could be a bit protective of me and I didn’t want her to worry about me more than she already was.

“Til, I didn’t mean for you to not tell me. I very much doubt Jason is like my dad. But if he wants me to call him daddy?” She teased and I shook my head.

“I think he’d much prefer, Sir.” | smirked, thinking about how he had handcuffed Travis to the bed while the other man had called him sir.

“Sir, oh. Sir, I like that. So he likes being in charge?”

I finished off my coffee and sat the mug beside Chari ty’s. Moving back, I brought my hands up. I rested them in my lap, trying not to pick at my nails as I thought about how to word things. If this were a normal morning, I would be telling her what Jake and I did the night before and she would be entertaining me with wild tales from her night. We would share every little detail, down to the smallest things.

Now that I knew she was a shifter, I couldn’t help but worry how much she had omitted from the stories of her

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wild sexcapades.

“You okay?” She asked, bumping her knee against mine.

Inodded, pulling my leg onto the couch and resting the bottom of my foot against my inner thigh. “Sorry, I got lost in thought. Tell me about your night with that smoking hot singer.”

“Oh, Tillie.” She gushed, her hand coming up to the side of her neck as she fell back against the couch cushion. Her face lit up and she smiled like she was seeing the sun for the first time. Did I light up like that when I was talking about my mates? “Aaron is everything that I could have ever wanted in a mate and then more.”

“Good, I want you to be happy.”

“He makes me so happy, Tillie. He’s giving and super sweet afterward. But during… During he goes all dom and growly ordering me onto my knees as he does all kinds of nasty things to me. It’s, it’s so, goddess, it’s so perfect, Tillie.” Charity gushed and I smiled, grabbing her hand and giving it a squeeze.

“And these marks?” | said, running my index finger over the red and purple lines. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“They’re the good kind. I promise. It was like a Fifty

Shades of Gray thing, but so much better.” She said, her cheeks flushing as she dragged her hand through the strands of her messy bun. Her eyes went bright as she sat up, looking at me. “He blindfolded me and used the head phones on me so I couldn’t hear anything but the beating of my heart. It was the best night of sex in my entire life.”

T relaxed at her words. This was so much like our normal mornings that it made me feel like things between the two of us wouldn’t change. Even though she was a shifter and we were both now mated to some really hot guys.

My stomach growled again and Charity hopped off the couch. “We should eat something. You have to keep up with your mates and I’m famished.”

“Sounds good.” I pushed myself up to stand, picking up our coffee mugs.

I followed Charity to the kitchen, it was small but cozy. A black Formica table with two chairs sat off to the side. She had already stacked the pancakes into towers and fixed us big glasses of orange juice. A bottle of pain reliev ers sat next to my glass and I could have cried with relief.

“I hope you like it. Aaron helped me fix them before he left.”

“I will. It smells amazing.” | said, putting the mugs into the sink before making my way over to the table and sitting

down. Opening up the bottle of pills, I shook two out before tossing them in my mouth and dry swallowing. The sweet scent of the pancakes made my mouth water and I couldn’t wait to dig in. “Thank you, Char.”

“Of course, Til. You’re my person. I couldn’t think of anyone I would want to have with me this morning more than you.” She said and my heart felt all warm.

Things with us were going to be okay. We dug into our brunch, making conversation and gossiping about the night before. This was just what I needed after last night. It helped me think things through. I knew what I needed to do after this.