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“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.