Maybe I was being romantic, but I wanted an atmosphere a little bit more special, far more intimate for when we did all the things mates did.
And as if he knew that, his expression softened, and he slid his hand up at the length of my spine and curled it gently, yet very possessively, around the back of my neck.
He leaned in and kissed me softly, at first just a brush of his lips against mine, a tease of his tongue along the seam of my mouth. But with each passing second, things became heated all over again. And now I was the one rocking against his hard cock, feeling the very definition of him brush against my clit every time I slid forward.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, clutching my fingers against his linen shirt, keeping him as close as he kept me.
“Darlin’,” he groaned against my mouth and kissed me all over again.
And for long minutes that’s all we did, a slow, sensual fucking with our mouths and tongues. “Let me taste ye.” My heart jackknifed in my chest at those words. “Ye tasted so fucking good that I need more.”
I was making inaudible sounds, murmuring incoherent things. In my head, I was screaming yes, yes, yes!. But I didn’t know if that transferred out of my mouth. Banner started kissing along my jawline, trailing under my chin, and skating his lips down my neck. I let him take control. I let my head fall back on my neck, closed my eyes, and just let my mate light me up from the inside out.
Before I knew what was happening, I was on my back, Banner’s big body over mine exactly how I envisioned, fantasized.
He was kissing my throat over and over again, dragging his tongue along my pulse point and then following that trail with his canines. I felt the twinge of pain from those twin teeth, and it had my nipples tightening even further.
All I could imagine was how it would feel to have him pierce my flesh at the same time I did that to him, both of us locked in this erotic tangle that only mates could experience.
What would he think if he knew I’d never actually consumed human blood but had instead survived off of animals, content to sate my hunger that way? Because the truth was the very idea of taking another person's blood into my body was repulsive.
But when I thought about doing it to Banner, I wanted it desperately, my mouth so dry, my throat filled with sand.
“Are you going tae let me, my wee darlin’?”
I could barely understand him, his voice so husky and distorted from his wolf that he didn’t sound anything like the male I’d spoken with thus far.
“Are you going tae let me taste all that sweetness, bury my face between yer thighs and lap at that honey?”
Oh gods, his words were so dirty, yet they turned me on fiercely.
I didn’t know if I agreed, but I was fully aware of my legs parting even more, allowing the lower half of his body to sink fully against mine, that hard rod of his cock pressed right between my legs. He was huge. I swore he was as thick as my wrist, nearly half the length of my forearm. Logically I wanted to wonder how he’d fit. Realistically I wanted to see how much I could take.
“I need tae hear ye say it, darlin’. I need tae hear ye tell me how much ye want my mouth sucking at that sweet cunt and drinking up all of the liquid honey that spills from ye. It’s all I can smell, Luna darlin’. It’s driving me fucking insane with lust.”
He moved down my body, his big hands sliding along my shoulders, down my arms and slowly crept toward my chest, each hand stopping right below my breasts as if he were waiting for my permission. I gave him my silent confirmation by arching my back. He growled low, his massive hands cupping my breasts, his palms so big that I felt so tiny in comparison.
And then I opened my eyes, and a shocked sound came from me when I felt the warm wetness of his mouth right over my nipple. I looked down, seeing his dark head hovering over my chest, feeling the suctioning of his mouth against that sensitive peak.
The material was becoming soaked, and when he gently bit on the tip of the mound, I made my own inhuman sound. I had my hands curled around the blankets, needing something to stabilize myself.
And when he let go of my breasts, I let out a little whimper of disappointment. His deep, low groan was sexy and satisfied and told me how desperate he was for me. I didn’t realize my hands were on his shoulders until I felt myself start to push him down. I should’ve been humiliated that I was being so brazen and forward, silently asking him for all the obscene things.