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Mates are a strange concept I’m still wrapping my head around. Me supposedly being Hunter’s mate is an even stranger concept, but one that is growing on me every day. A partner who gives without taking, a man who loves me unconditionally. A bond that will allow me to live for hundreds of years. Who wouldn’t want that?

I catch sight of Hunter from the corner of my eye, watching me with an expression none have ever given me. It makes my heart race and my skin heat.

Quickly, I divert my attention away from him and back to the others before his heated stare can cause more than a fluttering in my chest.

I feel more than see Hunter lean closer to me as the soft touch of his finger runs up my arm and shoulder, tracing an unknownpattern on my collarbone. That thing I was trying to avoid by looking away now stirs deep in my gut. Causing a yearning to grow between my legs.

Hunter inhales deeply, pressing his nose close to my throat, before letting out a guttural groan.

“You smell . . . torturous.”

“Not exactly the word I thought you were going to use,” I mutter, a little distracted by his lips on my neck.

“There are many words I could use to describe your scent, delicious, arousing, wonderful, alluring, distracting. But at the moment, it’s torturous.”

His breath is hot against my skin, and a shiver runs down my spine. I’m staring at the movie screen but can’t see it. I can’t see anything; only feel it. Feel the desire stream through my body, the lips pressing against my throat, my fingers digging into my thighs, and the wetness beginning to pool there.

With another deep breath, his arm reaches behind me and grips my hip, pulling me closer. His words are a growl in my ear.

“Like I said, torturous.”

Nothing comes out of me except a pitiful whimper that does something to Hunter. He stands abruptly and lifts me up with him. His arm remains tight around me, holding me upright.

“Come, Nightingale. I think it’s time we left."

“But the movie isn’t over,” I protest weakly.

“It is for us.”

Leaving behind the comfortable blankets and treats, I nearly forget my camera, but grab it before Hunter guides me back through the field and down the narrow dirt path back to his truck, holding me tightly the entire time.

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?