Page 101 of Sing Sweet Nightingale

“Is it working?”

Kisses pepper my throat, chin, lips.

“Maybe. Perhaps you should try moving more than just your lips.”

Hunter chuffs against my skin, his breath hot but creating goosebumps in its wake.

“You mean like this?”

He rocks his hips, the length of his erection sliding up and down my pussy. I groan at the friction against my sensitive core. We already went two rounds tonight, but my body is well and ready for a third.

“Yes. Just like that. Do it again.”

And bless him, he does. He does more than just grind against me. Much more. With the first thrust inside, I’m lost to the pleasure, putty in his hands. My body is electrified and singing with every touch.

Hunter threads his arms under my knees, taking handfuls of my ass.

“Hold on to me, Nightingale,” he commands in a soft whisper that I can’t deny.

My arms wrap around his neck and hold on, rubbing my sensitive nipples against his hard chest. Hunter growls in approval. I like it when he growls; it makes me shiver.

With little effort, he lifts me, sitting back on his heels, and the new angel drives him deeper inside at an angle that has my eyes crossing.

“Fuck you feel fantastic,” Hunter groans as he lifts and lowers me on his hard cock.

I use my well-toned legs to help the movement. Picking up the pace and pressing down hard on the swollen knot at the base of his cock. I really want to know what it feels like to have that inside me. I bet the stretch and fullness would be phenomenal. But he won’t let me have it. Not until we fulfill the mate bond. One more thing to add in the pro column for mating.

Grinding down as far as he’ll let me, I whimper into Hunter’s mouth. Pressing hard demanding kisses against his willing and responsive lips.

“That’s it, little bird, ride me. Use me. Make me yours. You want my knot, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” I moan, biting my lip and bouncing on his cock harder. That torturous knot rubbing my clit and backside with every slap of our bodies.

“When we bond, I’ll give it to you. Push it inside that tight little pussy of yours. Seal myself inside you and come so hard, filling you to the brim. You’ll shake like a leaf in a tornado with the force of the orgasm I’ll give you.”

My body shakes in response, the impending orgasm growing in my core, swirling tight and causing my inner walls to clench down on Hunter's shaft.

“You like that? Like hearing what I’m going to do to you? I want to hear you say it, little bird. Tell me what you want me to do.”

Forming words isn’t the easiest thing to accomplish at the moment, especially with his cock buried so deep inside. But I try as best I can.

“I want you to bend me over and fuck me until you can’t stand it and thrust that fat knot inside me. I wanna feel it stretch me, and I want to make you fracture and break because of how good it feels.”

Normally, my wordsmithing is more eloquent, but my brain can barely knock two cells together to form a coherent thought. I just open my mouth and let the words fall out of their own volition.

After that, there are no more words. Just heavy breathing, loud, unhindered moans, and the sound of our bodies sliding together. When I come, I nearly fall out of Hunter’s arms, but he holds me tight. Riding out my orgasm with me as my body shakes and shivers, exploding with hot ecstasy. Hunter follows soon after, shoving his cock as far in as possible without allowing his massively swollen knot in.

When we’ve both allowed our releases to subside enough to move, Hunter carries me to the bathroom and gives me a long introduction to his large soaking tub.

Chapter 33 – Lottie

Hunter is very good at distracting me for the next few days. We remain within the safe confines of his house and yard. Not straying into the forest for a run or walk like we used to. I hope that changes soon. Hunter promises it will. Which is good because although I enjoy all my time captive with Hunter, I would really like to regain my freedom to go where I want when I want. Being cooped up inside is vastly overrated at this point.

Thankfully, tonight is the full moon and eclipse. Hunter says many shifters like to gather at his place before and after the run; it’s become an unofficial community gathering. Even though, from my observations, Hunter doesn’t always participate in town events, this is one he’s always present for.

I was worried about having people around and going out into the woods, but Hunter promised me there wouldn’t be an elf or one of Vincent’s men for miles. They’re not stupid enough to risk being around so many shifters under a full moon. So, I relax and instead worry about the decision I need to make before the moon rises tonight.

Will I bond with Hunter? A large part of me is screaming; yes, do it! Where the other small and still paranoid part of me questions if it’s a good idea to commit to something so permanent so quickly.

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