Chapter 35: Lottie

This is it. The moon is full in the sky, and the eclipse is not far off, giving the moon a ruddy red coloring. The time has come, and people are peeling away from the crowd to enter the forest. Thankfully, before they strip naked.

Hunter eyes me with hungry anticipation, licking his lips and reaching for me. I let him pull me into his arms and kiss me. It's a deep, passionate kiss that I feel over my entire body. His touch is more electric than it has ever been. Because of the eclipse? The full moon? Who the fuck knows, but I love it.

"What is your decision, little bird? Will I be chasing you into the forest tonight? Or will I have to wait and ravage you when I return from my run?"

He doesn't try to guilt me into deciding or push me into choosing. Either way, he will return to me tonight, and I'll still be in his bed. There's no ultimatum or demand—just a question, the answer to which is completely up to me.

I give him my sweetest smile and step backward, slowly slipping out of his hold. Trailing my fingers down his arms and biting my lip, I watch him practically grow bigger as he tamps down his shift, waiting for my decision.

I already know my answer. My decision was probably made the moment he asked me. I just had to come to terms with it.

Taking a few more steps away from him, I make sure he's out of arm's reach before stopping. He continues watching me, his cock straining against his zipper and his breaths heavy in his chest.

Slipping my hands under my skirt, I can see his eyes widen and dilate at the movement. His nostrils flare as he inhales my scent. I know that's what he's doing; he likes to smell me. A lot.

Hooking my thumbs on the sides of my panties, I slowly begin to pull them down my hips. I made sure to double-check that everyone else was already leaving or gone before starting my little seduction. That part of me that's still stuck in celebrity mode, ensuring there's no one around to witness or photograph our intimate moment.

The white cotton panties, which are damp with my arousal, slide down easily, and I step out of them. Bundling them in my hand, I toss them at Hunter, who catches them easily. Instantly, he brings them to his nose and inhales deeply. A rumbling purr growl emanates from his chest, and he doesn't dampen it, letting it roll out his throat.

"Your smell is heavenly, sweet Lottie."

"Then I'm sure you'll have no problem following it," I tease the moment before I turn on my heel and bolt.

I don't look back. I know I won't be able to outrun him, but I'll have at least a minute head start. Hopefully. He still has to remove his clothes and shift after all.

I don't pause or delay, wanting to get as much distance between us as I can to make the chase more exciting. Not bothering to pay attention to where I'm going, I run through the forest. I do make sure to keep the west, though. Ginger told me this area is off-limits to the others. It's just for us. So, I don't have to worry about other shifters chasing me or seeing my inevitable mating with Hunter. Because it is inevitable now. I've run, and he's chasing; there's no going back.

A high-pitched laugh escapes my throat and resonates through the trees whizzing by. My legs pump beneath me, years of forced fitness routines and running to try and escape my life but never getting anywhere, finally being put to good use. I make it far into the trees when I hear the howl. It sends a shiver through my body and collates in my pussy, making the slickness there grow.

Perhaps running through the forest without panties while extremely horny wasn't a good idea. It's only increasing the needy pulse between my thighs. The friction and pressure are a pleasurable torment.

In the near distance, I can hear breaking branches and howls growing in volume—closer than the far-off quiet ones, which I assume are the others. Above me, the moon continues to rise high in the sky and grow a deeper shade of red.

After what seems like forever, I stop to take a breath, holding myself steady on a large tree trunk. Looking around, I don't see anything—no movement of any kind. That doesn't assuage my racing heart, which grows more and more excited with every passing second. My blood heats in anticipation.

Then I hear it—a low growl and a quiet rustling of leaves to my left. I jerk to face the sound. I see nothing but a pair of glowing glacier-blue eyes in the darkness, washed in a red fog.

The sight should frighten me, but it only makes me smile. I crook my finger at Hunter, beckoning him.

"Come and get me, beast," I taunt in a low voice.

I know he can hear me, so I don't bother yelling. Again, I don't wait; I turn and run. My laughter rings out in the quiet night behind me. Twigs snap, and branches reach out to trying to grab me as I run. I'm glad I cut my hair; otherwise, it would have gotten snagged on a stray branch long ago.

I'm also grateful to Ginger for her choice of clothing. The dress is light and breathable, allowing a breeze to pass through as I run, keeping me cool as my temperature increases. I thought I would be cold, but it's exactly what I needed to help cool my heated flesh.

I can hear Hunter getting nearer, but he doesn't catch me—yet. Either he's enjoying the chase too much or he's waiting for something.

I sense more than see him on my left, so I turn right, banking hard between the trees, using my hold on a trunk to swing me without having to slow. The bark is smooth and worn so as not to scrape up my palms.

I realize as soon as I see the small clearing that Hunter was directing me here. He wanted me to turn right, so he ran to my left, forcing me in this direction.

It isn't until I step foot into the small blood moon-washed meadow that he pounces on me. All nine-plus feet of him and however many hundreds of pounds. He doesn't crash into me or knock me down; he wraps me in his large, furry arms and scoops me up off the ground.

My heart pounds in my chest, the chase having amplified that already burning desire and need inside. I can feel my nipples rub against the soft cotton of the dress since I opted out of a bra. Strangely, another of Ginger's suggestions.

Hunter's arms are secure around me but not tight enough to cause concern. His claws are retracted so as not to scratch me, and he pulls me against his chest, rubbing his face against me just like he did as a wolf before. Rubbing his scent on me, I now know.

His hot breath huffs from his snout. I reach up and wrap both arms around his jaw, not at all concerned or afraid of the razor-sharp teeth inside. At least not yet, soon he'll be biting me with those fangs. Hopefully, in a much smaller capacity, though. He's so much larger than me in his true form. If he were to try to bite me like this, he could easily remove an arm.

Walking a few steps deeper into the clearing, placing us directly under the moon's rays, he finally sets me down.

When I get my feet under me, I turn to face him. He's still in the same form, and I marvel at his body. Strong, feral, and all mine. That's also when I notice something else he didn't show me before.

His cock is out. And it's fucking huge. Like a small baseball bat. I suppose it had to be equivalent in size to his body. The larger the beast, the larger his cock. Makes sense.

The shaft is dark pink and thick, hard and stretching out towards me, leaking precum from the massive head. The knot at the base throbbing and swelling. Causing a corresponding throb to pulse in my pussy and clit.

I may have to take back what I said about women's bodies being able to handle a lot. I'm not entirely sure I could handle even half of him. For a moment, I'm bummed I'm not a shifter, so I could experience him in this form.

Before he can shift back to human form, or at least a smaller, more manageable size, I step forward and reach out. Slicking my fingers around the tip, spreading the precum around to moisten the head. He's large but not too large that I can't at least take a taste.

I may have been overexaggerating the baseball bat size. It's still immensely impressive, though the longer I consider it, the more I think with some prep, it might not be inconceivable to consider taking him like this. Thick enough I can't wrap my hand completely around it, and at least as long as my forearm. I don't think it's physically possible to fit that much length inside me. But oh, how I would enjoy trying.

Lowering my head, I lap at the tip, sliding the flat of my tongue up the underside of the crown, flicking the tip of my tongue in his slit.

Hunter groan-growls above me, his body shaking with barely restrained control. He wants to take me but doesn't want to hurt me. Gripping tight under the crown, I squeeze and seal my mouth over the entire head. Hollowing out my cheeks as I suck hard.

I can feel trickles of moisture leak onto my tongue, and I swallow greedily. His taste makes me wetter, and the slick between my thighs is embarrassingly growing as I suck on his giant cock. He's so tall that I don't even need to kneel and only have to barely bend over to reach him.

I try to take as much of him as I can into my mouth and throat, which isn't that much, but he seems to like it all the same. I feel his large hands reach down and slide up in between my legs from behind. His huge finger reaches the apex of my thighs, and my dripping pussy, and he doesn't hesitate, running the soft velvety pad of his finger through my slit. Rubbing the wetness into my clit with a gentle caress.

My body shakes with the force of the small touch, and I groan around his cock, which makes it pulse and thicken in my mouth and hand.

His fingers disappear from my pussy and grip my waist, pulling me away from him.

Without letting me go, he shifts so quickly it's barely a few seconds before he's more man than beast, standing in front of me, breathing heavily.

There's still fur up the sides of his neck and on his forearms, and from his knee down, he's still furry with large paws instead of feet. His teeth are still overly large and pointed, his ears poke through the dark tangles of his hair, surprisingly adorable fury points on top of his head. As if he couldn't concentrate enough to shift completely. A swishing movement behind him reveals his fluffy tail still protruding from his backside.

His mouth slams against mine with a snarl, and I can see the crazed lust fog glassing over his eyes.

"I need to fuck you now, Lottie, and I can't be gentle."

"I want you to. I want that knot of yours shoved so far inside me we may never separate."

His growl is a guttural groan, and I can feel the prick of claws on my waist. Forcefully, he spins me and presses down on my shoulders, bringing me to my knees. His body presses to mine and further forces me to my hands.

He nearly covers my entire body with his, hunching over me, larger than his normal human height.

I can feel the heat and hardness of his cock, now a more manageable size, slide against my back and bare exposed ass as he pushes the skirt of my dress up out of the way. One of his massive hands plants on the ground by my head, the lingering fur on his body tickling every inch of exposed skin it rubs against, sending pleasurable tingling shivers across my body.

"Yes, Hunter. Fuck, I need you," I moan, shamelessly trying to push my ass back against him.

He groans when I manage to grind his cock between us.

"Sit still, little bird, and I'll give you everything you want. You want this cock? You can have it. You want this knot? It's yours. You want my heart? You can keep it; it already belongs to you," Hunter purrs against my ear, promising me everything and more.

"Spread your knees for me, Nightingale."

I do as he commands, spreading my knees and arching my back to present myself to him.

"Perfect. Look at your dripping wet pussy ready for my cock."

Tauntingly he rubs the head of his cock through my wetness and teases my entrance without entering. I whimper in need, unable to do much else in my overly stimulated and mindless state.

"That's right, little mate. You want me to rut inside you and fill you with my cum. Seal myself inside you with my knot."

"Yes!" I scream. "Fuck me, fill me. I need it, need you. Now Hunter. Please."

I am not above begging at this point. My wetness practically drips down my inner thighs, and I can feel my pussy contracting around nothing because he's still not inside me. He's drawing this out and teasing me.

"As you wish, mate."

I can feel the head of his cock line up once again, but this time, he inches it inside, just the tip, and slowly rocks his hips.

"Oohh, yes," I moan. "More."

Since he's behind me, I can't see his expression, but I can see his one hand on the ground, his claws extended, and digging deep into the soft grassy ground below. The other hand is gripping tight low on my hip and ass. It shifts higher to cup my breast through the soft cotton material. My hardened nipples shamelessly poking through. The contact heightening my arousal.

A loud groan is my only warning before he slams his entire length inside me, knocking me forward onto my elbows. I shriek in pleasure and ecstasy at being filled so fully. The tight stretch is divine. My wetness makes his entrance easy and swift, only a tiny pinch as my body stretches and relaxes, adjusting to him. His size slightly bigger than normal. I realize I haven't even taken his knot yet. There's still more of him, and I whimper, wanting it all.

"Fuck you take me so good," he grunts, pumping his hips a few times in long hard thrusts. "Do you want more mate?"

"Yes," I answer immediately. "I want it all."

His chest vibrates with a growl against my back, and I feel him swell inside me, his cock growing. Not just getting harder but bigger.

"Oh fuck. Oh my god, Hunter. That feels . . ."

"I knew you could take more of me; you're my mate, after all. Your body is made to take mine. Don't worry, I won't give you my cock in its largest form, just enough to fill you to the brim and ring out every scream of pleasure."

His promise makes my pussy flutter around his hard length, responding to his words. He begins to move behind me in earnest now. Happy with how his cock fills and stretches me to the max. With every stroke and deep thrust, my body rocks forward, held in place by the hand on my breast and the arm at my shoulder.

The dulled tips of his claws prick at the swell of my breast, pulling the neckline down enough to expose my hard nipple. His dull claw scratches at the pebbled peak and circles the delicate flesh. The pain and pleasure mingling in a way I've never experienced before.

The sounds of his driving hips smacking into my ass fill the empty space around us, mingling with my broken moans and his feral growling. That swollen knot of his grinding against my clit with each pound into me.

I can feel every inch of him as he pulls out and slams back in alternating from long, hard thrusts to short, fast pumps. Those ones make my body shake with the force of the movement and coiling pressure at my clit. My orgasm builds, and I know it's going to shatter me when I climax.

"Not yet, Lottie. You don't come yet. You come when I tell you."

He punctuates his words with more punishing pumps, and his cock slides effortlessly inside me with the intense wetness of my arousal.

"Oh god, it feels too good, I can't. I need to come."

"You will baby all over me, but not until I knot you, understand."

It's not a question but a command, and it makes me quiver as he licks a path up the side of my neck and nibbles on the sensitive skin beneath my ear, his fingers pinching my bared nipple.

I whine, trying to not come, though I can feel it throbbing in my pussy. I won't be able to wait long.

Hunter's pace picks up, and his cock is hard and thick inside me, then he seeds himself to the root just above his knot, rubbing it against every part of me front and back, and I moan loudly into the grass, resting my temple against the soft blades.

With little resistance but just enough to cause a bolt of unimaginable pleasure, Hunter presses into me. His knot stretching and filling me in the most delicious way. It's tight and so fucking good.

"God damn it, you're so fucking tight on my knot. I've never felt anything like it. Fuck. Are you reading to come for me, Lottie?" he asks sweetly panting with his own excerssion.

I nod, so fucking ready. His hips cant and rock against me, unable to pull free now with his knot inside me, and the sensation is unbelievable. I've never felt so full and tight and connected to another, and not just physically. I feel him in my mind and heart. A warm presence I could find in the darkest of nights, even if I went blind. I would find him.

His movements become jerky and erratic.

"I need to bite you now. I promise it will only sting for a second. You ready, my sweet mate?"

"Yes," I whimper, the impending orgasm sitting on a knife's edge in my body, waiting desperately to crest and fall, crash with the force of a million hurricanes, and break me.

The graze of his sharp teeth runs along the column of my neck, and he doesn't have to say anything else. When the sharp points of his fangs break my skin, and his mouth locks onto my shoulder, my climax breaks. Crashes through me with a force so powerful my entire body quakes and shakes.

I scream, and my pussy clamps down on his cock just as I feel it pulse and throb and release his cum inside me. His orgasm wreaks its own havoc on his body as he spasms over me, pressing down, getting as close to me as possible. His hips press flush against my ass, his fangs and mouth suck at my neck, his slightly furry legs rub against the back of my thighs, his fingers pinch my nipple, and his massive cock spasms inside me, and every part of it intensifies my orgasm. It goes on for so long I fear I may pass out as I flutter and clench Hunter's twitching cock.

Gently, he retracts his teeth from my neck and licks at the wounds. My head is dizzy with the aftershocks of my orgasm. My body feels like goo, and I'm not sure how much longer I can remain in this position without falling over.

When I shift, trying to regain my balance, Hunter groans.

"Stay still, Lottie. I can't pull out yet. Not until my knot shrinks."

"Right, forgot. Just, my legs are like jelly. I don't know if I can hold myself up much longer."

Immediately, Hunter presses up off the ground. The movement causes another orgasm to ripple through me unexpectedly. Far smaller than the first but still a pulse of unimaginable bliss.

Hunter feels it too, and stills momentarily. His cock jerking inside me. Did he just come again, too?

"Easy Nightingale. Still sensitive and coming again only makes my knot swell further, and we'll never get it out," he chuckles, but it sounds like he might like that idea.

When he composes himself enough, he grips my hips and rolls to the ground, pulling me with him. Easing the strain on my legs and spooning me against his chest. Tossing my leg over the top of his, allowing for a more comfortable position with his cock still locked inside me.

"Much better," he mumbles into the back of my hair.

His arms wrap around me, and I notice they're no longer furry. When I sneak a glance at his legs, there are once again feet and not paws.

Hunter sighs in contentment, and as he relaxes, so do I.

I just mated a shifter, and I'm not mad about it. Because it was the most amazing thing I've ever experienced.