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.
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.