Page 108 of Sing Sweet Nightingale

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 throughas 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.”

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