Only a second passed before a feral growl left him, and he was kissing me with all the passion I felt inside.
Because of my inexperience, all I could do was sit there and take it, let him control the situation, let him dominate the passion. And even though I knew he, too, was as inexperienced as I was, that his dormant desire was strictly for me, as was the way of the species in the Otherworld, Banner instinctively took control and gave me everything I’d hoped for in my first kiss.
Our kiss was wet and loud, our breathing harsh, and the sucking sounds of our lips meeting, of our teeth clashing, made me high as the clouds. It was an auditory orgasm, a sensory overload. I clenched my thighs harder together, feeling the vibrations of the continuous rumbles that came from him. The noise seemed to grow louder the longer we kissed.
I found my hands on his shoulders, my nails digging into his linen tunic. My fangs ached and grew longer, sharper. My bloodlust roared in my ears, a reminder that I hadn’t satiated that part of my biology yet.
Gods, he would taste so good, would be so thick and potent on my tongue, down my throat.
He plunged his tongue into my mouth, in and out, in and out, mimicking the very primal act between two people, the most intimate thing you could share with someone else.
Sex.
The sound I made seemed to spur him on. He leaned in, and I slid my hands along his shoulders, down the rippling muscles of his biceps and curled my fingers around the crooks where his elbows were.
And then he was standing, pulling me up, dragging me closer so my chest was pressed against his. His upper body was curled forward so our lips could stay connected. Gods, he was huge, my head barely coming to the center of his chest, the scent of him drowning out everything else and making me feel as if I’d drunk too much.
I felt the hard length of the very male part of him digging against my lower belly, the size of him enough to send a shockwave of apprehension through me. How will something that big ever fit inside of me?
I moaned, not caring how I sounded, not caring that I didn’t know this male aside from the few basic pieces of information he’d given me. This felt too good and right to stop.
But before I could give in to this chaotic feeling of need and want that coursed through me, a familiar scent filtered through my muddled, arousal-filled mind. And just when I realized where I’d smelled that wild—crazed—scent before, Banner’s massive body was away from me so suddenly I stumbled backward until I tripped over the boulder I’d been sitting on and landed on my bottom.
The sounds, sights, and scents of primal male aggression filled my head and the small interior of the cavern. And I stared at what had to be a mirage, a hallucination.
My brother—who should be across the ocean in America—was in a brutal brawl with my newly found Lycan mate.
“Adryan?” I whispered my brother’s name, knowing he couldn’t hear because both males were growling and cursing so loudly my ears rang.
For long moments all I could do was sit there and watch as they attacked each other. They were equal in height and bulky builds, both carrying themselves like the animals—predators—they’d been born to be.
Despite Adryan only being in his twenties, he was one of the most powerful males I knew, the strongest I’d ever seen. He excelled at training and had an aggressive and ruthless streak that terrified others, and rightfully so. And if I were being honest, there was something just not right with him in the head.
Crazy to describe my brother was an understatement. But he was holding his own against Banner, the ancient Lycan who was snarling and growling.
I’d never seen an actual Lycan transform into their wolf form, but I’d heard it was a terrifying sight, all aggression and power and feral thought process.
And although I should be worried about Adryan going up against a creature so strong and so much older than him, I couldn’t deny that a part of me was turned on at seeing Banner’s brute strength.
But that faded when Banner lifted Adryan up and tossed him across the cavern, my brother’s back slamming against a rocky outcropping, pebbles falling around his body from the impact.
Adryan slowly stood up and cracked his neck, straightening his shoulders and grinning at Banner. His eyes were bleeding red and drowning out the blue from his aggression, his body seeming larger, more powerful from the adrenaline and rage moving through him.
I knew I needed to stop this, but getting in between two Otherworld males fighting was a death wish, even if one was my mate and the other my brother. They were too lost in their element right now, each determined to be the alpha and the victor of the fight.