But when he grunted and lowered himself until he was between my thighs, we just stared at each other, both of us panting, a silent communication of what we both needed ricocheting all around us.
He didn’t make a move, and I knew once again he was being respectful, letting me take the lead, at least right now. But I didn’t want to be the one in control, if I were being honest. It had nothing to do with inexperience and everything to do with wanting Banner to lead the way.
So when I held his gaze with mine and reached down to grab the end of my skirting, pulling it up to my waist, I was holding my breath. My hands shook, my heart raced, and my mouth watered. He inhaled deeply, a rumbling sound leaving him a second before he lowered his glowing blue eyes down to the area of my body I had just revealed. I had no undergarments on, completely bared, embarrassingly soaked. And it was all for him. Only for him.
“Banner.” I found myself moaning out his name.
“Ah, fucking hell, Luna. I’m about to come in my trews.”
I felt my eyes widen marginally as I saw the very subtle, obvious motion at his waist. He was thrusting gently against the blankets, the very sexual act causing my inner muscles to clench because all I could think about was how it would feel for him to be doing that inside of me.
“I need…” The words stalled in my throat, and I swallowed roughly. I didn’t know how to put into words what was waging inside of me. “You,” I finally said. That one word was the be-all, the explanation that would douse this fire, sate this burning in me.
And Banner didn’t make me beg, didn’t make me ask again. His big hands clamped down on my inner thighs, pushing my legs so wide the muscles protested, and then his warm breath was bathing my cleft.
I let my upper body fall back completely on the blankets, closed my eyes, and lifted my hands to tangle my fingers in my hair. And then I let him do his thing.
He licked me, dragging his tongue from my pussy hole all the way up to my clit before circling that bundle of nerves and drawing the muscle back down. He did this over and over again, adding more pressure, becoming more frantic as the seconds passed.
I was so sensitive that instinctively I tried to close my legs, but Banner growled like a feral beast whose prize was being taken away. He curled his fingers harder into my inner thighs, his claws prickling my flesh. I knew I’d have marks, crescent-shaped broken skin, purple and blue finger-sized bruises marring my pale flesh.
And gods, I wanted that. I wanted his mark on me, proof of his claiming, proof that I’d given a part of myself to Banner.
And then he was eating me out like he’d been starved his entire life. The wet, almost sloppy sounds of his mouth on my pussy mixing with the primal growls of his wolf and the rumbled noises of his pleasure brought me closer and closer to the brink of experiencing my first orgasm.
“Ye’ll give it tae me, Luna.” The vibrations from his voice had me moaning louder.
I tangled my hands in my hair even tighter, pulling at the strands, the pain making the pleasure grow higher.
“That’s it. I can feel how wet yer getting for me, all that nectar sliding down my throat.” He suctioned his mouth over my opening and hummed again just as I felt his tongue penetrate me.
I was so close already just from hearing that demand and those Lycan growls. His control and dominance that came from his alpha side made me want to submit wholly. I was panting, begging, and I didn’t care. I wanted him to hear. I wanted him to know what he did to me on a cellular level.
He flattened his tongue and licked up one side of my pussy, moving that muscle along my clit before drawing that bundle into his mouth and humming in pleasure. Sparks of pleasure slammed into me like cracks of lightning arcing through the sky.
And then he dragged his tongue back down the other side, nipping at my pussy lips and sucking at the flesh before letting it go with an audible pop.
He pulled back enough I felt his gaze on me. I opened my eyes and looked down the length of my body, staring into his glowing blue eyes, about to protest, about to push him back down so he’d finish what he started.
But the words died in my throat when I felt his finger smooth along my inner thigh, closer and closer to where I needed him the most. And then he teased my pussy hole with those thick and callused digits. I held my breath and silently begged him to push them inside.