Savage Hunt

Chapter 96

Chapter Ninety-Six: Girl talk

“Yes, I’m okay. Um,” My cheeks flushed and I felt that familiar pulse of arousal flare to life in the pit of my stom ach. How was I going to function like this? How was I going to tell my best friend that there was a claiming bite mark on my ass? That just the pressure against my sore bottom was

enough to make me squirm.

“Til?” Charity asked, a worried look in her eyes. She lift ed up her coffee mug and took a sip.

“Travis claimed my ass.” I blurted out, not wanting her to worry when I realized what I had said. I moved my hand over my face, feeling the heat from my cheeks beneath my palms. It felt like I was just digging myself deeper. “I mean, he bit my ass. That doesn’t sound any better.”

Charity sputtered, choking on her coffee. “Your ass?” She said between coughs. Bringing her hand up, she slapped her chest.

| sat my coffee down on to the glass coffee table in front of the couch. Scooting closer to my friend. I clapped my hand on her back. It would make things super awkward if she choked to death because I had told her about Travis biting my ass. I didn’t know if her mate would forgive me if that happened.

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“Char, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-”

“I’m okay,” Charity gasped out as she caught her breath. “He claimed your ass, huh? So things were like fun kinky?” NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

“You could say that.” I flushed, thinking about what had happened between Travis, Ryan, Jason, and me last night. How it felt when I was with them. Like I belonged to them.

It was like some higher being had made me for them and them for me.

“So tell me how the smoking hot bartender claimed your ass.” Charity chuckled, licking her lips before sucking the bottom lip between her teeth.

Leaning over, I picked up my coffee mug from the ta ble. I looked at the pale, creamy coffee that steamed in the mug.

“It happened at Savage, in Travis’ office.” I said, swal lowing hard. She knew that last night was a first for me. Not just the finding out about shifters, but I had never slept with someone that I had just met.

Let alone three someones.

“Public sex. That’s so hot, keep going.” Charity ordered,

drawing her other leg up onto the couch. She rested her arm over her knee, watching me closely.

“You’re one to talk. I saw how Aaron and you were go ing at each other in the ladies’ room.” I smirked.

“Touche. But no changing the subject.” She smiled at me and I knew that she wasn’t going to let me dodge talk ing about my night.

“Travis, he well. Okay so when I was dancing with him and Ryan, I um. I had an orgasm.” I didn’t know why I was so nervous to tell her about this. She was still my best friend, despite keeping the whole shifter thing a secret from me. “They had me like sandwiched between them, and Travis was controlling my movements while Ryan pressed his thigh against me. They were both all talking sexy, grow ly like.”

“Ohmigod, that’s so hot.” Charity yelled, resting her hand on her chin. “Keep going.”

“Well, I kind of freaked out a little bit because you know. I’ve never done anything like that before with a stranger, let alone two strange guys.”

“Understandable.”

“So we went up to Travis’ office and we were talking

and then he showed me the view of the club from this huge window in his office and he, uh… He told me to watch Ryan on stage.” I said, thinking about how he had told me to watch the other man drumming while he used his mouth and his fingers on me. How it had felt to just give myself to him as he worked me to an orgasm where anyone could have seen me.

“So while you were watching, was he….” She trailed off and I nodded my head, lifting up my coffee cup to hide my smile.

“Yeah, he did and then he bit me, but like it was strange, it didn’t hurt. But it was like a good hurt that made everything feel more powerful. Stronger.” | shivered, feeling that same pulse of arousal just telling her about it was working me up.

“Pretty normal for mates to feel that way.”

“Well, that’s good, but then Ryan came up there and then he bent me over Travis’s desk.” I pressed my thighs to gether, trying to ease some of the ache. Why did I feel like I was some kind of animal in heat just thinking about the things they had done to me? How they had both talked to me, telling me what to do.

It had been so freeing doing what they ordered me to do.

“That must have been why Ryan jumped off the stage and ended their set. Not that I’m complaining about it. I had my own fun.” Charity laughed, waggling her eyebrows at me. “So what happened next? Because that pic you sent me looked like you had gotten some good dick.”

“It was and I did. Ryan, he uh… Ryan is daddy.”

“Daddy? As in like, call me daddy during sexy times?” She asked.

| nodded, biting my lower lip. “It’s more like, call me ‘yes, daddy I’m your baby girl’.”

The two of us giggled and she took a long pull from her mug, finishing off her coffee and sitting it down onto the coffee table.

“Baby girl, ohmigod. Tillie, dude, that’s so hot. So he’s one of the claiming marks on your throat?”

“Yes, the other one is from Jason,” I answered, bringing my hand up to touch the marks on the side of my neck. “He’s the alpha.”