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Maybe I should’ve been afraid because it seemed as if he were having a hard time keeping his control. But all I felt was this rush of arousal, my pussy becoming even wetter, my nipples throbbing in time with my pulse, and my breath coming out in short pants as I waited to see what would happen next.
“Luna…” He clenched his jaw as if he couldn’t say the rest.
I could barely understand him, his voice so distorted and low, barely any hint of human in him right now. But I found myself lifting my hands and placing my palms flat on his chest, his heart racing so fast and hard that I found myself gently curling my fingers into the hardness of his pectorals. That small act had a low growl leaving him and his eyes flashing open.
“I canna control myself.” His voice vibrated all around me.
I saw his wolf flickering across his face again, his features starting to become shifted. I found my inner muscles clenching at the knowledge that he was losing his self-restraint so much that his inner beast was coming out, wanting to experience this moment as well.
“Ah, lass. My lass,” he groaned. “I’m trying tae control my wolf but he’s…” He squeezed his eyes shut tighter. “But I donna know how tae stop, to be gentle, my wee female. I donna know how tae not make ye fear me and the claiming.”
I didn’t think, just acted. I started pulling up his shirt, Banner’s eyes now open, the red glow from mine, and the blue wash of his illuminating the space and creating a purple haze of fierce passion.
“Claim me, Banner. Take your mate in the way you want.” I loved the low sound that rumbled out of him. “Let your wolf rise up and take his mate, too.”
The next few seconds went by in a blur of motion and action on Banner’s part. He all but tore his shirt off, the material fluttering around him before the light rush of wind took it away to lie on the leaf-laden ground.
I watched as my magnificent mate let his wolf rise up. His nails were fierce claws, his teeth sharper, canines longer.
All I could do was lie there underneath him and let Banner have all the control.
He grabbed my shirt and ripped it clean in half, the sound of fabric rendering echoing off the trees. My breasts shook from the force, and his palms were immediately on the mounds, molding to them, his thumbs and forefingers pulling at the peaks, tweaking my nipples until the pain and pleasure burst inside of me as one, and I cried out at how good it felt.
I could tell he was all animal right now, a very small sliver of his human side coming to the forefront. He was all snarling sounds, low, threatening growls, and his teeth… Gods, his teeth were so sharp and long, saliva dripping off of his massive canines as his gaze kept flickering toward my neck.
My skin tingled, the very idea of him sinking deep into the side of my throat causing a rush of wetness to spill for me. And I knew he smelled me the instant it happened because he lowered his gaze between my legs, his hands now on my inner thighs, jerking my legs open even more and just staring. He stared for so long that my pussy throbbed, my inner muscles clenched tightly, and I felt copious amounts of my arousal slipping out of me and sliding down the crease of my ass.
“Na stioban fliuch,” he hummed in pleasure, hummed those words so deeply, in fact, that I felt it right at my core. “Soaking wet, lass. And it's all for me.”
And then he was there, between my thighs, his face buried in my pussy. I felt my eyes widen as I stared up at the treetops, seeing flickering fragments of moonlight shuttering through.
I was breathless, soundless as I felt him lick me from my pussy hole to my clit before dragging that thick muscle back down and plunging it inside of me. I cried out, squeezing my eyes shut as I tried to breathe through the bombarding sensations that consumed me.
He was growling against me, his words inaudible, unintelligible to me. His Gaelic turned me on, had me crying out all over again.
“A shùgh mo chridhe.” Banner rubbed his face all over my pussy, smearing my wetness across his cheeks and mouth, and still he didn’t let up. “My sweetest. My darling.” He kept licking and sucking at my clit and my pussy lips and plunging that tongue in and out of my virgin opening like he was starved for my flavor.
“Ye’ll come for me this way, with my mouth on yer pussy and that sweet honey sliding down my throat,” he growled against my flesh, and I felt more sparks of pleasure shoot through me.
I could no longer keep my eyes open, my hands now tangled in his hair, pulling at the strands so hard I knew I had to be hurting him. But he said nothing, didn’t push me away, and instead buried his face harder against my cunt as he fucked me with his lips and tongue.
“Ye’ll come for me this way and let me drink all this nectar, let it flow down my throat and then nourish me.” His words were so filthy that I did come then, crying out as my legs fell open even more, his mouth never relenting as he drew every drop of my climax from my body until I was a withered mess.
And still he didn’t stop, not as I felt him sucking at my pussy lips, dragging his tongue up and down my slit. When I felt his hands side up my thighs and cover my stomach, his big fingers stretched out, his palms encompassing the entire width, I opened my eyes and forced myself to look down the length of my body. I stared into the glowing blue orbs of my mate who wanted me to watch as he ate me out.
“You're mine, darlin’.” He kept his focus on me as he dragged his tongue through my center, making sure I saw the dirty act. I sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of his pink tongue working through my equally pink flesh.
And when he spread my lips apart so my clit was obscenely protruding between them, and then sucked the bundle into his mouth, humming around it, I felt another smaller orgasm course through me.
He growled in approval, more harsh words in Gaelic spilling from his lips.
He rose, his hands at his waist as he worked his pants down, the heavy, massive length of his cock springing forth, now free from its confines. The tip was bulbous and already leaking copious amounts of cum.
He grabbed his huge cock, his palm big enough that it fit the heavy length perfectly. Banner dragged his hand from the base to tip then back down again. Slow and almost lazy.
He did this over and over, staring at my pussy as he jerked himself off, calm motions, as if he had all the time in the world. And all that cum… Gods, it steadily continued to drip from the crown and onto the forest floor, and I wanted to swallow it all, not waste a drop.
The heavy weight of his balls hung underneath his dick, slightly swaying back and forth as he picked up his pace and masturbated, his meaty paw moving faster up and down the girth.
