I didn’t know how long he licked and smelled at me, alternating between each side of my throat, letting the tip of his nose slide up to my jawline, moving over my cheek, and then gently brushing his lips against mine. He kept taking big lungfuls of air, following up with a deep grunt of approval.
“So sweet. Yer taste, your smell. Fooking hell, lass… so sweet,” he growled.
By the time he pulled away, I was soft and relaxed, letting myself fall back on the ground and staring up at him with hooded eyes. Every part of my body tingled, the skin of my throat sensitive from how much time he’d spent there, the scruff that covered his cheeks and jaw making the flesh ultra-sensitive, slightly burning in the best ways.
“Spread yer thighs wider, darlin’.” He grabbed his cock again and started stroking himself. Root to tip. Root to tip.
And with every upstroke, he kept pushing out another bead of cum from the tip of his cock. And I was transfixed as I watched that droplet slowly make its way to the ground in a white, thick string still connected to his shaft before it landed.
The sight was so hot I felt like I was burning alive.
I opened my legs wider, feeling muscles protest, bracing my feet flat and letting him see every single intimate, swollen, and soaked part of me.
He growled again, and that sound pierced me straight to my pussy. I would have gladly welcomed him to just notch that thick tip at my entrance and shove in deep, but instead he moved closer and started rubbing the crown up and down my cleft.
“Mmm,” he hummed. “So hot and wet. Ye’re doing so well letting me mark ye so every fooking bastard will smell my scent on ye and know I’ll rip their throats out and watch the life drain from their eyes if they even look at ye.”
He slowly looked up from my pussy to my face, still rubbing his shaft up and down my slit. I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t think right now, let alone speak coherently to respond. But I knew he wasn’t looking for an answer and wasn't wanting any words from me.
What he said was a declaration, a point of fact.
I gasped when he smacked his cock against my soaked, heated, and sensitive pussy over and over again until the sloppy sounds echoed off the trees and sounded so dirty my face heated.
Banner slammed a hand down on the ground beside my head and kept smacking his cock against my cunt as he stared in my eyes.
I slid my hands up his bicep, felt the muscles flex and strain under my touch, and then I was wrapping my arms around his shoulders and pulling him closer to me until our chests brushed and our mouths were a hair's breadth away.
“Take me, Banner. Claim your mate in the way you want… in the way your kind demands.”
The rough sound that left him speared deep into my chest, and he slammed his lips on mine, our teeth clashing together, the deadly feel of his canines scraping along my mouth. I felt my own fangs answer in response, lengthening even more, pricking his bottom lip so I tasted his warm, rich blood coating my tongue.
Something snapped inside of me at that taste, a moan being ripped from my throat as I tightened my arms around him like he was my lifeline and I was drifting, drowning in the middle of the ocean.
“Ah, lass,” he grated and broke the kiss, tilting his head to the side so my mouth skimmed along his jawline and my mouth found purchase at the base of his throat.
I felt the heavy beat of his pulse and dragged my tongue along it, the salty, spicy scent of his skin driving me even more crazy. My bloodlust roared so strongly I was dizzy and couldn't think about anything else aside from drinking from my mate.
“Do it, darlin’. Do it,” he growled so loudly I had no doubt anyone within a hundred-mile radius could have heard my feral mate in the throes of passion. “Take from me. Take sustenance from my body. Let me feed ye, gràidhean.”
The next thing I knew, I was opening my mouth and sinking my fangs into his muscular neck. He groaned, and I moaned, my body jackknifing up as the power in his blood filled my mouth and coursed down my throat. I took great swallows, his flavor so intense and rich, so much power in it that it gave me life.
I didn’t know how long I drank from Banner, but he didn’t move, just kept his throat bared for me and let me take my fill. The only part of his body that moved was his lower half as he ground his cock against me, rubbing that thick rope of male flesh between my thighs, mimicking the act we were about to do.