He kept his gaze locked on mine, and all I could hear was that sexy as sin growling that came from him. His warm breath bathed my palm, and I felt my own breathing become frantic.
And then he slowly leaned in and dragged his tongue along the center of my palm from the wrist to the top of my index finger.
My entire body shivered at the feeling of his tongue sensually, slowly sliding along my skin. And when he sucked on my fingers that I’d been rubbing through my slit, lapping at all of my juices, my lips parted even more, and a soft sound escaped me.
He let go of the digits with a resounding pop that seemed overly loud. I should’ve been humiliated, assuming the other two Lycans were close enough that they would be able to hear—and smell—what was going on.
But frankly I didn’t care.
Banner didn’t let go of my hand after he was done sucking on my flesh, just rubbed his thumb along my pulse point as he stared into my eyes.
My chest was pumping up and down, and I knew what was going to happen. I felt the electricity move between us, static in the air.
I wouldn’t stop this. No matter how far it went.
And then time seemed to slow down, to pause until there was nothing else that mattered except being with Banner and what we were doing right here and now. The air became warmer, and I felt beads of sweat slowly trickle down the length of my spine, forming on my temples, between my breasts.
I found myself leaning in closer, bracing my free hand on the ground, letting my gaze dip down to his full lips before looking back into his glowing blue eyes. He leaned in, and I thought he’d kiss me again, but instead, he ran his tongue along a bead of perspiration that trailed down my temple. He dragged his tongue from cheek to hairline, and my eyes closed at how good that felt.
My inner muscles clenched, I became unbearably wet, and all I could feel was my pussy lips slipping together for how slick I was.
I found myself straddling his lap suddenly, my legs spread on either side of his thickly muscled thighs. A startled gasp left me at the feel of the massive erection tenting his trews.
He had his hand tunneled in my hair behind my head, the other one pressed tightly against my lower back. Neither one of us breathed as we just looked at each other. And when I lowered myself fully, started grinding myself against his hard cock, that’s when everything exploded.
We were kissing each other before I realized what was happening, lips and teeth clashing together, tongues moving against each other. It was sloppy and rough, almost primal in its intensity.
I tunneled my hands in his dark hair, tugging at the strands until he hissed and then moaned. When he gripped each side of my waist, digging his nails into me, his claws pricking through the material of my clothing, I let out a lusty moan.
He pushed me down hard against his raging cock and then started moving me back and forth, working my pussy over his erection in the lewdest way.
I felt sparks of pleasure I’d never experienced before break off inside of me and splinter into a million pieces.
He gently pulled out my bottom lip with his teeth, and the feel of one of his canines scraping along my sensitive flesh had a moan spilling from me. My mouth watered, and I forced myself to break the kiss, letting my gaze travel down to the thickly corded side of his throat.
He was still moving me back and forth against his length, the material of my clothing having shifted out of the way partially so that only a small layer of cotton covered my pussy from his straining trew-covered erection.
Banner groaned deeply, and I snapped my gaze to his face, seeing how intense his expression was, knowing he was aware of where my thoughts were going. I was aroused and in the throes of wanting to bite him, to take a piece of him into me. And although I wasn’t in the full throes of bloodlust, I knew this wasn’t about nourishment. It was all about sexuality.
“Do ye need me, lass? Do ye need all of me?” I swore I felt his cock jerk and grow even harder between us, as if the very thought of me piercing his neck and drinking from him turned him on.
I knew it did for me.
And as I inhaled deeply, when I could smell his arousal for me, a little whimper left me at how easily it would be to take what Banner had offered.
But I didn’t want our first time—not just sex but the very intimate act of blood sharing—to be done in the middle of the forest with our only shelter being blankets haphazardly strung over branches and secured with rope.