After long moments, I broke the hold I had at the side of his throat and sucked in a long, desperate lungful of air. I felt a droplet of his blood trail down the corner of my mouth just as Banner rose above me once more and looked down at me. His focus was trained on the blood that had slipped out.
Before I knew what he planned, he was dragging his tongue over my skin, licking up that blood and plunging that thick muscle into my mouth. I kissed him with a desperation that rivaled life itself, tasting a combination of both of us on my taste buds.
I wrapped my thighs around his waist, grinding my pussy on him, moaning into the kiss, and clinging to him as if we were fused.
“How do I taste, my Luna?” he murmured, his lips barely touching mine.
“Like rich wine. Like a rare vintage that has my body on fire in a way I’ve never experienced before.”
He moved his lips back and forth over mine.
“You were—are—my first, Banner. The first human or Otherworld I’ve ever tasted.”
He groaned and kissed me again, and for long minutes we did just that.
“Fuck me,” I finally whispered when I could form a coherent sentence, never before having said such vulgar, guttural words.
I felt his body tense a second before I found myself on my hands and knees with Banner’s huge chest covering my back, his rock-hard cock pressed to the seam of my ass, and the hot, slick feeling of his pre-cum smearing along my skin.
“I want your Lycan to take me.” I looked over my shoulder. “I want my mate to take me.” He didn’t move for a second, and then I saw urgency contort his face as he positioned himself firmly behind me, using his thigh to kick my legs open.
I felt the air change—charge—around us.
“I canna go easy,” he said in a voice that was no longer Banner’s. “I canna be gentle, lass.”
I licked my lips and shook my head as I lowered my upper body to the ground and popped my ass out. He stared at what I presented, lifted a claw-tipped hand to his mouth, and dragged it across his jaw.
“Take me,” I said again, and before I could take a breath, he gripped the back of my neck, pressed the side of my face to the forest ground, and placed the bulbous tip of his cock at my virgin pussy. “Yes,” I moaned long and loud and closed my eyes, feeling the prick of his claws digging into my flesh. I heard his breathing coming in hard, pumping sounds all around me, felt my pussy juices dripping down my thighs as I became so primed for him I should have been embarrassed by it all.
I was about to beg him again and again and again, but the words lodged in my throat as he growled and shoved all that cock into me in one firm, hard thrust.
My back arched off the ground, my eyes snapped open, and I cried out at the feeling of being stretched to the point of pain and being so filled I felt like I was choking on him.
With him buried to the hilt inside of me, his huge balls slapping against my swollen clit, I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
He gripped my waist with his other hand, his fingers digging in, his claws breaking my skin in no doubt crescent-shaped marks. And that was confirmed when I felt the pain, smelled the blood, and yearned for more.
Banner was growling and snarling behind me as he slowly pulled that huge cock from me, the head now lodged in my entrance. The hand on my nape tightened as did the one on my hip right before he slammed back in.
My breasts shook from the force of how hard he pushed back into me, and I tipped my head back and squeezed my eyes shut, the discomfort and pain morphing into a pleasure I’d never imagined I could feel. I was making sounds that were reminiscent of a wounded animal, but I knew Banner liked it. I felt him swell inside of me and swore I felt the hot jets of his cum fill me as he fucked me.
“Ahhh,” he roared out in the wildest voice I’d ever heard in my life. “Mionag.” He pulled out, held still at my pussy hole for a second, then plunged back in just as hard and rough as the last two times.
He did this over and over again, fucking me with a savagery, a brutality that had me curling my fingers into the dirt and grasping for purchase as my body was thrust forward for the force of his pumping hips, his plunging cock. This male was wild, berserk.
And he was mine.
“Ye’re mine, lass.” He squeezed the back of my neck and kept me still as he slammed his hips forward and retreated.