Savage Mates novel 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 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.

I 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.

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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.” I 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 Charity’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 wild sexcapades.

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