Chapter 28: Lottie

I squirm in my seat the entire ride home, the need and desire building the closer we get to the cabin. The short drive feeling like an eternity.

It's easy to discern what Hunter craves because it is the same thing I crave. And if the brief glimpse of him rearranging himself in his pants is any indication of what's to come, I greatly look forward to arriving.

My leg bounces with anticipation the closer we get, but the moment the truck is shifted into park, the anticipation which hummed in my veins now causes me to freeze—a reaction I'm becoming accustomed to. I should really work on that; it won't always work out in my favor.

Thankfully, Hunter doesn't seem to care I haven't moved because he rounds the hood of the truck and opens my door, reaching in a hand to grip mine and help me out.

Once in motion my body no longer resists me or Hunter. I latch onto his shoulders, and without hesitation, he leans down to press a possessive and needy kiss to my lips. Searching and seeking that friction we both crave. Our bodies pressed flush against each other. His hard cock sandwiched between us only making me wetter.

His touch is intoxicating; the more I have of it, the more I want. The pull, that string tied from him to me, is growing shorter and tighter, causing the tension to grow and multiply. My body is pulsing and throbbing with need.

His lips are relentless as he commands my body. His tongue slips between my lips, demanding entrance, and I allow it. Opening to accept him. The sensations throughout my body intensify with each artful stroke of his tongue against mine. My pussy clenches, and I shamelessly grind against his erection, hoping if I stand on my toes it'll press against my clit.

He holds my waist tight, not allowing me to dry hump him like I want.

"Soon, Nightingale, I'll give you everything you want," he whispers against my lips.

In a haze of kissing and groping, we somehow end up inside the cabin. I don't recall unlocking the door or walking in, but we end up inside all the same.

I pull at Hunter's shirt, trying to pry it off over his head. He chuckles at my attempt as it gets stuck on his shoulders. He removes it completely and reaches for my thin sweater, which I slipped on over my jumpsuit. Once removed, it reveals my lace bralette underneath.

Hunter growls at the sight as I greedily run my hands over his exposed torso. The hard line of his abs creates a pattern I trace running up to his pec and around his nipple. A stuttered sound rumbles in the back of his throat at the touch. That sound goes straight to my pussy, making it throb eagerly.

I fumble with the button on Hunter's jeans, but before I can undo them completely, he stills my hands, his fingers wrapping gently around my wrists. I look up at him, pouting with the need to get him naked. I thought we were both on the same page. We both want this, crave it. He said so himself. So why is he stopping me now?

He must read all of this in my expression because he lifts my hands and presses them flat on his chest, pressing a kiss to my cheek.

"Don't worry, Lottie, I very much want to strip you bare and have you in every position. But there's something you should know first that I don't think my sister told you about."

Waiting patiently, I look up at him. I know we can't solidify the mate bond this way, I made sure to confirm that with Ginger. We have to be under a full moon, and he has to bite me. Just having sex won't do anything other than give us both great pleasure.

"Male shifters have a slight deviation in our anatomy from humans, even in our human form."

I frown, my gaze wandering over his body, trying to figure out what could possibly be different. I saw him completely naked in the forest when I first shifted in front of me, and I don't recall seeing anything different. Everything was where it was supposed to be. Albeit, he was larger than any man I've ever been with.

The thought has my mouth watering wanting to see it again, feel it. In my hands, in my pussy.

"Stop looking at me like you want to eat me, little bird, or I won't be able to explain properly."

Dutifully, I focus my eyes back on his and roll my lips between my teeth to try and still my movements. Once he repositions his hands on my backside, locking me in the embrace of his arms, he continues.

"Male shifters, on our cock, we have what's called a knot. It's a thickening swell at the base that locks inside our partner during sex. Helps to . . . keep everything inside, to promote fertilization and pregnancy. Not to mention it feels fucking fantastic. We think it stems from our beastly wolf nature since we're the only non-humans to possess it."

My mind is whirling with this new information. I've heard of such things from books, mainly fictional. Perhaps those books aren't so fictional after all. The image of him pressing inside me and filling me so fully, locking us together, has me rubbing my thighs together.

He may think these things will scare me off or make me second guess being with him. They won't. If anything, he's bolstering his chances.

I bite my lip, letting my hands roam back down toward his pants.

"I'm okay with that. Sounds fun."

Hunter's growling groan echoes through the dark cabin, his eyes never straying from mine. His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, and I swear I can see his canines elongate under his parted lips.

"It will be, but not tonight."

"What?" I stop my southward venturing, again confused by his words.

"Are we or are we not having sex tonight?" I ask, completely surprising myself with the stubborn pout in my tone.

Hunter only laughs and grips my ass tighter, pressing me harder against his still impressive erection.

"Oh, we're having sex, little bird. I'm just not going to knot you tonight."

My brow furrows, pulling severely between my eyes.

"But you just said—"

"I know what I said," he interrupts. "But it's not going to happen tonight. I just wanted to warn you before you saw it."

Leaning down, he brings his lips close to my ear and slips his fingers down my backside and between my thighs, rubbing at my pussy through my jumpsuit.

"When I knot you, it will be when we solidify our mate bond. After I chase you naked through the forest and pin you to the ground, bent over under a full moon. Your perfect ass on display, and your pussy dripping with need for me. Then and only then will I give you my knot and my teeth, sinking both inside you. Because if I were to knot you now, I would never let you go. Until then, having the rest of me will have to suffice."

A shiver rushes through my body at his words. Being a musician, I greatly appreciate words. Thoughts and feelings being made vocal for a partner to hear, to understand, and to feel. Spoken in his deep, gravely timber only makes them that much more effective. The visual of his description plays out in my mind like a flip book.

I know that if he were to chase me and catch me, I would let him do anything to me because I know I would like it. I would want it. I already want it.

"From the feel of it, you are more than sufficient."

I emphasize my point by gripping him hard through his jeans. He straightens and glares down at me with hungry eyes, a blue so piercing I can almost feel them penetrate my chest, straight into my heart.

Without words, he says everything he needs to. Pulling down the straps of my jumpsuit and I slide it off till it sits in a pile on the floor at my feet. Leaving me in nothing but my underwear. I do the same, finally able to unzip his pants and let them fall down his hips to join my clothes on the floor.

Hunter lifts me by the backs of my thighs, and I wrap them around his waist as he carries me to the bedroom. Our lips locking in our need for each other.

He falls onto the bed, me beneath him, his hands bracing him over me. Not waiting for him, I pull my bralette off over my head and throw it to the floor. His head immediately drops, and the tip of his tongue runs over the peak of one nipple. I groan at the sensation. My nipple hardens further when he sucks it into his mouth and nips at it with his teeth. The pain and pleasure of it shoots straight to my clit, and I tighten my legs around his waist, rubbing my pussy against his cock.

The hard length pulses, held back only by the thin cotton of his boxer briefs. Reaching down, I grip him between us, feeling far more of him now that his pants aren't in the way.

His shaft is thick and hot, and it twitches in my hand when I give him a tight squeeze. Hunter groans and releases my nipple, moving to the other, repeating his torturous process.

My hand wanders farther down, feeling for this knot of his; it's hard to miss when the base of his cock thickens to the point I can't touch my fingers together when I grip it. His mouth pops from my breast, and he growls, pressing his forehead in between my breasts, and his hips rock against my hand.

"Fuck Nightingale. I'm not even inside you yet, and I already want to go back on my word. If your hand feels that good around my knot, your pussy will feel even better."

Again, his hips rock, thrusting his cock in my hand. The shaft sliding up and down, each time I make sure to cup and grip his knot. He seems to like that.

With a growl, Hunter leans back, removing his cock from my hand, and stands practically ripping his underwear off, revealing himself fully to me. This time, I take my fill looking at him. There are no lights on in the bedroom, but moonlight streams through the window, illuminating him enough for me to see clearly.

He looks like any other man, well, not just any other. His wide chest leads to a tapered waist, and that desirable Adonis v. His cock stands proud at attention, hard, thick, and long. At its base is the knot I felt. A bulge thicker than the rest of him that only makes me want to sit on it more.

A needy whimper escapes my throat, the wetness in my panties embarrassingly growing. Hunter's nostrils flare, and I swear his eyes glow in the moonlight.

In one swift motion, he removes my damp underwear and relishes in my nudity, admiring every bare inch of me. I don't flinch or cover myself. I want him to see me. As he's appreciating me, I appreciate him.

"You're beautiful, Lottie. My perfect Nightingale. I want to stand here and look at you for hours, but I fear I don't have the willpower to resist you for that long." Hunter's voice strains at his admission.

His hands slide up my inner thigh, and he brushes a finger over my wet center. I moan at the startlingly sharp shock wave it sends through my body. He does it again and circles my clit, making me shake. My fingers dig into the quilt under me, and my back arches.

"So responsive. How about if I do this?"

I'm staring at the ceiling and can't see what he's referring to, but I feel it a moment later when his tongue licks up my pussy from bottom to top and when he suckles on my clit. I scream a surprised moan as I writhe under him.

"You smell the sweetest when you're aroused for me. I wonder how sweet you'll smell when you come for me."

Hunter returns to licking my pussy, and my mind blanks under the ecstasy.