I bit my lip harder, feeling my elongated fangs break the skin of my bottom lip. But the pleasure felt too intense to stop. I ran my finger down my center, circling my entrance before moving back up to my clit.
This was the first time I’d touched myself, the first time I’d ever felt the need to do so. And the fact that Banner was right outside the blankets, knowing that if I called him in here he’d come in an instant, would give me whatever I wanted, had another moan slipping from my mouth before I could stop it.
The sound of deep growling had my eyes snapping open, and I stilled my hand between my thighs. I held my breath and darted my focus to the entrance of my little hut.
“Lass?” Banner said in a voice that was distorted, low, and very inhuman. “Are ye okay?”
I started breathing harder at his question. I had no doubt in my mind that he’d heard me moaning, that he could probably smell how wet I was. I should’ve been embarrassed, so humiliated that I snatched my hand up and out of the blankets. I should have told him I was fine, that nothing was wrong. But I said nothing, denied nothing.
“Luna darlin’?” Banner’s voice was deeper this time, more primal. His voice made me feel so good I started touching myself again.
I slid my fingers through my slit, continuously biting on my lip until I felt the blood from a small nick fill my mouth. It had me groaning all over again, louder this time, not caring that he heard... wanting him to.
All I could think about was him touching me, what his blood would taste like on my tongue, down my throat.
“Banner.” I whispered his name before I realized I was doing it and glanced at the entrance of the blankets, where the two halves could be parted open.
And then he was entering, and I couldn't think straight as pleasure slammed into me. He made sure to be careful as he only parted the blanket enough to push his big body inside, trying to keep the sunlight out. The interior was so small that it barely fit me, let alone both of us. But I liked it that way, loved that it was so cramped we’d practically be on top of each other.
… on top of each other.
All I could feel, smell, see, and hear was Banner. And when the blanket fell back into place, sealing us in together, all that could be heard was our panting, erratic breathing.
I still shamelessly had my fingers between my thighs, the digits soaked from how wet I was. And I kept getting even more soaked the longer he stared at me.
I could see how blown his pupils were, his eyes glowing blue and illuminating the entire interior. His lips were parted, his canines so long it reminded me of how sharp and ready my fangs were.
And then my mouth watered at the image that thought conjured up of sinking my teeth into his thickly corded, muscular neck and drinking my fill, not because I was hungry, but because I wanted Banner so much.
He leaned in closer, crowding me, but I wanted that. I wanted him over me, his arms caging me in, his broad shoulders blocking everything else out. I wanted him to be forceful with me, to show me physically how much he wanted me.
I wanted to explore more of what we’d started back in the cave. I knew I didn’t have to say the words. I didn’t verbally have to tell him all the things I wanted… needed him to do to me. I could see the way his eyes flared, glowing so brightly that it was almost blinding. I could hear the rhythmic sound of the growls leaving his chest, creating this auditory orgasm.
And as I held his gaze with mine, I moved my finger up to my clit, circling the digit around the swollen, sensitive bud. A gasp left me, not only at how good it felt, but how brazen I was being right now. And in turn, that made the pleasure even more heightened.
I slid my finger back down my cleft and teased the opening, my inner muscles clenching. But I was too nervous and unsure to actually slip the digit inside, even though I yearned for something substantial to be pushed into me.
“Luna,” he growled. “Show me.” His nostrils flared, and I felt my heart rate pick up.
I could’ve asked him what he meant, what he wanted me to show him. But I knew what he wanted. It was lewd and erotic, kind of filthy. And it turned me on even more.
I slowly moved my hand out from between my thighs, and just as I cleared the blanket—and quicker than I could anticipate—Banner reached out, curled his big fingers around my wrist, and gently pulled my arm toward him.