And then his arms wrapped around me, and he was taking me to the ground, just like I'd fantasized. I was falling before I could stop myself, but he shifted our bodies so when we hit the ground he was on the bottom, his muscles cushioning me from the hardness of the rocks and foliage, the undergrowth roots.
I was flipped onto my back a second later and pressed to the forest floor a second later, Banner's massive body looming over me. I could see his wolf flickering at the surface of his face once more, bits and pieces of his animal side coming out, showing me how primal and turned-on he was right now, how he was barely hanging on to control.
He closed his eyes and grimaced, his lips peeled back from his sharp teeth, his jaw clenched tight. His hands were braced on either side of my head, his forearms vein-roped, his biceps bulging and all but shaking from the force in which he was trying to stay in control.
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.