Chapter 11

Luna

Banner had given me a tour of the estate, and my mind was still reeling. The manor was massive, with more rooms than I could count, with tartans and tapestries covering the walls and a giant great room holding a fireplace I swore nearly reached the ceiling.

There was a kitchen that was big enough to feed an army. And the pride I'd heard in Banner's voice as he explained everything to me, told me the history, shared with me all the memories he'd had in it… and all the memories he wanted to create in it with me had set my heart alight.

And now he was leading me out to the back, dawn swiftly approaching but the silvery glow of moonlight still kissing the sky as we stepped outside. I inhaled the sweet scent of wildlife, of fresh air and clean freedom.

I could smell the aroma of Lycans nearby, knew they were the sentries Banner had spoken of. The Guard stayed far enough back to give him privacy. And although he insisted he didn't need protection, that he was a virile, strong and powerful male—which had me smirking because his chest had literally puffed up with pride at that—he said they were stubborn like him and wouldn't back down.

I supposed the king of the Scottish Lycans needed a few as hard-headed as Banner in order to help keep him in line. The king of the Lycans needed to be protected at all costs, even if he was too stubborn to want it.

I just stood there feeling the pricking of daylight coming on soon but still far enough away that I could enjoy the scenery.

"This area would make a lovely garden," I said idly, more to myself as the words tumbled out. I thought about the small one I'd had back in Ryeka, how I'd picked the rose bushes because the flowers still stayed open even in the evening. I inhaled their sweet scent and imagined what they looked like under the bright sun, soaking in the rays, growing thick and lustrous.

I wanted that here, I realized with such a profound feeling I sucked in a little gasp.

I want to stay here, to see how the rose bushes I'd plant in this very spot will bloom and grow and fill this space so it reminds me of the home I once knew, but also showing me my new one.

"Then it shall be," he said instantly, and I looked over at him, lifting an eyebrow and feeling a smile curve my mouth.

"Just like that, huh?" I teased, and he took a step closer to me, his expression so serious that my slight amusement faded.

"Just like that," he murmured and lifted his hand to cup my cheek, smoothing his thumb underneath my eye. "I want ye tae make this yer home, too. I want yer touches on everything. I want tae be able tae look at the walls and see the pictures ye hung, to walk into every room and smell yer scent lingering."

My heart skipped a beat.

"If a garden is what ye want, I want ye tae plant flowers on every available strip of land. I want tae be able tae look out the window and see all the colors from the life ye planted."

My breath stalled as I became speechless, his words sinking in. The sincerity, the almost severity of his expression told me how deeply he believed those words, how much he wanted to please me, to make sure I was happy.

Was this how it should be with all mates? I didn't know, having only bare flickers of memories of when I was a child of my own parents' mating before they passed. But my father, who'd been cold and hardened, aggressive and, as I'd thought, unable to feel emotion, had never shown affection in front of others.

My mother hadn't seemed unhappy, so I'd never questioned how she felt with her mating, had never asked or spoken about it with anyone. It just… was.

And as I thought about my parents, it led me to think about my brother, who took after my father so much it was terrifying in its intensity.

So this was what really being mated was all about.

Banner wanting to touch me, doing those deliciously erotic things to me when Odhran and Cian could easily hear us, smell our arousal thickening the air, and Banner not caring one bit.

It was incredibly perfect, and I found I loved it. I loved public displays of affection.

I pulled back and tipped my head to look into his face. He was partially shrouded in shadows, his masculine features almost severe in appearance from the cuts of waning moonlight.

I lifted my hand and placed my palm flat on his scruff-covered cheek, the short hairs coarse against my skin, yet at the same time silky. My body instantly came alight, all thoughts but feeling Banner consume me the only thing I could think about.

"My wee, sweet lass," he said in a husky, grumbly voice. "How I yearn for ye, ache in the worst way."

My breath caught, and I felt my heart lurch in my chest.

"I've been in countless battles," he murmured, his focus on my lips. "I've felt pain beyond measure, felt as if death were close tae taking me under and intae the abyss." He took a step closer, and because there was hardly any space between us, it brought our bodies flush together. "But the pain I feel"—he breathed low, heady—"in my cock, Luna love…"

My eyes fluttered, threatening to close, my breath stalling, the very image his words conjured making my entire body tingle.

"Darlin', my cock hurts so fooking bad, I've been walking around with a hard-on since scenting that addicting cunt."

Oh gods.I couldn't think straight at the sound of him saying those obscene words. But I didn't want him to stop.

"This pain"—he groaned and had my wrist in his oversized palms a second later. He led my hand down between our bodies and pressed it right over his huge, hard, and massive cock. The length jerked, seeming to grow harder and bigger under my fingers—"is unlike anything I've ever felt in all my centuries, lass." He lowered his head close to mine so our lips brushed together. "And I canna deny that even if it's fooking uncomfortable, I love the reason for it." He brushed his lips back and forth against mine. "Because it means I finally found my mate and she's here with me right now."

His cock jerked against my fingers, and I rose on my toes, wrapped my arms around his neck, and added pressure to our mouths, kissing him, feeling like I couldn't breathe, like I couldn't breathe unless I went all the way, unless I finally sealed our bond.

I wanted Banner to claim me. I wanted us to start our lives together. And I want it now.

He groaned and deepened the kiss, and as the seconds passed, I felt his control slipping, heard his growls of pleasure, felt the vibrations in my body. I kissed him back hard, just as fiercely as he was kissing me, but still he kept control, showing me who dominated the situation.

I moaned, and he broke the kiss, taking a step back, his body bigger, his shoulders broader, his wolf looking at me through my mate's glowing blue eyes.

"I ache for you too, Banner." My voice was barely audible, more breathless than anything else. But his low groan told me he heard me nonetheless, and I knew he was right here in this moment with me when he took a step closer.

I stared in his eyes and knew he'd give me whatever I wanted, and I'd do the same.

I thought of Banner taking me into his home, leading me up the massive, grand staircase and into his bedroom. I imagined him laying me out on that huge bed with the numerous furs and thick blankets and doing whatever he wanted to me.

Every part of my body came alive. And then my bloodlust roared up. My mouth watered, my teeth tingled and elongated, and I felt my eyes start to change. The space between us started to glow red from my vampire side rising up.

I let my gaze lower to his thickly corded neck and moaned. The only thing that could sate my hunger was this male.

I opened my mouth, but I didn't know what I was going to say, especially as I saw him start to breathe harder, as I watched his fingers curl and relax at his sides.

He closed his eyes, shook his head as if to clear it, and then gritted his teeth so hard I swore they were going to crack.

I took a step back, not because I was afraid, but because instinct told me he was becoming feral right now, his wolf rising up violently. He wanted me, wanted to… mate, and gods help me, but I wanted him to come for me.

That was evident by how big he was getting, his form growing even more powerful, the scent of his primal wolf filling the air around us. And in turn, my body reacted. I softened and became wet between my thighs, my breasts feeling heavier, the tips sensitive.

I gripped my skirting, pulling at the material as if it were going to keep me stable, as if it could be my lifeline. But I didn't want a materialistic tether.

I wanted Banner.

He slowly opened his eyes. I could see the sharpness of his features and swore I saw the flicker of his wolf across his face as if he were moments from shifting. I didn't know why that turned me on so much, but it did until I felt like I was shaking from the intensity of it.

I didn't know why I had the sudden, fierce urge to run. And as if my body were working on its own, I took a step back, and then another one.

My heart was racing, beads of sweat covering my body. And gods, I was wet, my arousal sliding down my inner thighs.

Banner's nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, and a low rumble left him as he took another step toward me, twigs snapping under the heavy fall of his booted feet.

The sound of his horse neighing and his hooves proceeding his retreating steps filled the air. The steed no doubt sensed the intense predator its handler was turning into.

I took another step back and another one. Banner made the slow rumbling sound that seemed to vibrate the air around us. He lowered his head but kept his gaze trained on me, and when his lips slowly spread, a grin flashing, his canines growing right before my eyes, I knew he was getting off on this.

And so was I.

Run, my mind whispered, and instantly my body followed the command.

I gasped as I turned on my heel and ran toward the thick line of trees that surrounded the manor, my legs carrying me through the thick underbrush and deeper into the woods. I glanced over my shoulder and saw that Banner hadn't moved. I watched as he grew impossibly bigger, his grin spreading wider as he let me escape.

He wants the chase. He's anticipating this.

My gaze lowered to his groin, and I felt my eyes widen even more. Gods, he was hard, his cock a thick, long length pressing against the material at his crotch and causing my footing to catch, having me tumble slightly before I righted myself and faced forward.

And then I heard him coming for me as he tore through the forest. It sounded as if he was tearing trees away, ripping the roots from the ground, tossing the trunks away as if they were twigs.

I felt adrenaline rush through my veins, and I ran faster. Although the truth was I didn't want to escape. All I could picture was Banner coming up behind, tackling me to the ground, ripping off my clothing, and ravishing me in the most primal, raw way possible.

I was fast, but he was faster.

And although I knew he could—would—easily catch me, Banner kept several feet behind me, as if he wanted to prolong the chase because it excited him even more.

And the deeper I ran into the woods, the more excited I became. The more aroused I was. I was so slick with my wetness that I felt it drip down my inner thighs, causing my skin to be slick with need.

My clit throbbed, my inner muscles clenching with the need to have something huge and substantial… something only Banner could give me, filling me up until I was choking on it, until I was stretched and filled to the brim with cock.

These lewd thoughts and images that were carousing in my mind were still so foreign, my innocent, unused body feeling hot and cold at the same time because I tried to grasp and understand them.

Never in my life had I thought about a cock—Banner's—filling my pussy up. Never had I imagined dragging my nails across the wide expanse of a muscular back as my virile male pumped in and out of me, using me for his pleasure as he gave me my own.

I was so deep in the woods that it was so much darker, barely any moonlight casting through the treetops and reaching the ground. But I saw my surroundings well enough. I heard him closing in, swearing I felt his warm breath on the back of my neck. I felt shivers race up my arms and legs, my skin tightening, my heart racing.

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.

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.

I didn't realize what I was doing until I was sitting up, leaning closer, and dragging my tongue along the head, lapping up the cum that still dripped from the tiny hole, swallowing it and moaning for more. His flavor was wild and intoxicating.

With his cockhead notched in my mouth, I sucked the pre-cum out and lifted my gaze to stare into his face at the same time. He looked down at me with an expression so feral I felt a shiver of apprehension move through me. And that made me wetter.

He curled his upper lip off his sharp teeth and tangled his hand in my hair at the back of my head. I thought he'd push me farther down his cock, not that I would have protested. But instead, he tightened his fingers in the strands and pulled me back, the tip of his dick popping free with an audible—obscene—pop.

He lowered that huge barrel-sized chest toward me, moved his face to the crook of my neck, and then just… inhaled.

He sounded as if he were purring, my big wolf shifter mate acting feline as he nuzzled my throat and scented me, growling in between inhaling deeply. And then he followed that up with long drags of his tongue, licking and further sensitizing my flesh until I was clinging to him and moaning continually.

I didn't know how long he licked and smelled at me, alternating between each side of my throat, letting the tip of his nose slide up to my jawline, moving over my cheek, and then gently brushing his lips against mine. He kept taking big lungfuls of air, following up with a deep grunt of approval.

"So sweet. Yer taste, your smell. Fooking hell, lass… so sweet," he growled.

By the time he pulled away, I was soft and relaxed, letting myself fall back on the ground and staring up at him with hooded eyes. Every part of my body tingled, the skin of my throat sensitive from how much time he'd spent there, the scruff that covered his cheeks and jaw making the flesh ultra-sensitive, slightly burning in the best ways.

"Spread yer thighs wider, darlin'." He grabbed his cock again and started stroking himself. Root to tip. Root to tip.

And with every upstroke, he kept pushing out another bead of cum from the tip of his cock. And I was transfixed as I watched that droplet slowly make its way to the ground in a white, thick string still connected to his shaft before it landed.

The sight was so hot I felt like I was burning alive.

I opened my legs wider, feeling muscles protest, bracing my feet flat and letting him see every single intimate, swollen, and soaked part of me.

He growled again, and that sound pierced me straight to my pussy. I would have gladly welcomed him to just notch that thick tip at my entrance and shove in deep, but instead he moved closer and started rubbing the crown up and down my cleft.

"Mmm," he hummed. "So hot and wet. Ye're doing so well letting me mark ye so every fooking bastard will smell my scent on ye and know I'll rip their throats out and watch the life drain from their eyes if they even look at ye."

He slowly looked up from my pussy to my face, still rubbing his shaft up and down my slit. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't think right now, let alone speak coherently to respond. But I knew he wasn't looking for an answer and wasn"t wanting any words from me.

What he said was a declaration, a point of fact.

I gasped when he smacked his cock against my soaked, heated, and sensitive pussy over and over again until the sloppy sounds echoed off the trees and sounded so dirty my face heated.

Banner slammed a hand down on the ground beside my head and kept smacking his cock against my cunt as he stared in my eyes.

I slid my hands up his bicep, felt the muscles flex and strain under my touch, and then I was wrapping my arms around his shoulders and pulling him closer to me until our chests brushed and our mouths were a hair"s breadth away.

"Take me, Banner. Claim your mate in the way you want… in the way your kind demands."

The rough sound that left him speared deep into my chest, and he slammed his lips on mine, our teeth clashing together, the deadly feel of his canines scraping along my mouth. I felt my own fangs answer in response, lengthening even more, pricking his bottom lip so I tasted his warm, rich blood coating my tongue.

Something snapped inside of me at that taste, a moan being ripped from my throat as I tightened my arms around him like he was my lifeline and I was drifting, drowning in the middle of the ocean.

"Ah, lass," he grated and broke the kiss, tilting his head to the side so my mouth skimmed along his jawline and my mouth found purchase at the base of his throat.

I felt the heavy beat of his pulse and dragged my tongue along it, the salty, spicy scent of his skin driving me even more crazy. My bloodlust roared so strongly I was dizzy and couldn"t think about anything else aside from drinking from my mate.

"Do it, darlin'. Do it," he growled so loudly I had no doubt anyone within a hundred-mile radius could have heard my feral mate in the throes of passion. "Take from me. Take sustenance from my body. Let me feed ye, gràidhean."

The next thing I knew, I was opening my mouth and sinking my fangs into his muscular neck. He groaned, and I moaned, my body jackknifing up as the power in his blood filled my mouth and coursed down my throat. I took great swallows, his flavor so intense and rich, so much power in it that it gave me life.

I didn't know how long I drank from Banner, but he didn't move, just kept his throat bared for me and let me take my fill. The only part of his body that moved was his lower half as he ground his cock against me, rubbing that thick rope of male flesh between my thighs, mimicking the act we were about to do.

After long moments, I broke the hold I had at the side of his throat and sucked in a long, desperate lungful of air. I felt a droplet of his blood trail down the corner of my mouth just as Banner rose above me once more and looked down at me. His focus was trained on the blood that had slipped out.

Before I knew what he planned, he was dragging his tongue over my skin, licking up that blood and plunging that thick muscle into my mouth. I kissed him with a desperation that rivaled life itself, tasting a combination of both of us on my taste buds.

I wrapped my thighs around his waist, grinding my pussy on him, moaning into the kiss, and clinging to him as if we were fused.

"How do I taste, my Luna?" he murmured, his lips barely touching mine.

"Like rich wine. Like a rare vintage that has my body on fire in a way I've never experienced before."

He moved his lips back and forth over mine.

"You were—are—my first, Banner. The first human or Otherworld I've ever tasted."

He groaned and kissed me again, and for long minutes we did just that.

"Fuck me," I finally whispered when I could form a coherent sentence, never before having said such vulgar, guttural words.

I felt his body tense a second before I found myself on my hands and knees with Banner's huge chest covering my back, his rock-hard cock pressed to the seam of my ass, and the hot, slick feeling of his pre-cum smearing along my skin.

"I want your Lycan to take me." I looked over my shoulder. "I want my mate to take me." He didn't move for a second, and then I saw urgency contort his face as he positioned himself firmly behind me, using his thigh to kick my legs open.

I felt the air change—charge—around us.

"I canna go easy," he said in a voice that was no longer Banner's. "I canna be gentle, lass."

I licked my lips and shook my head as I lowered my upper body to the ground and popped my ass out. He stared at what I presented, lifted a claw-tipped hand to his mouth, and dragged it across his jaw.

"Take me," I said again, and before I could take a breath, he gripped the back of my neck, pressed the side of my face to the forest ground, and placed the bulbous tip of his cock at my virgin pussy. "Yes," I moaned long and loud and closed my eyes, feeling the prick of his claws digging into my flesh. I heard his breathing coming in hard, pumping sounds all around me, felt my pussy juices dripping down my thighs as I became so primed for him I should have been embarrassed by it all.

I was about to beg him again and again and again, but the words lodged in my throat as he growled and shoved all that cock into me in one firm, hard thrust.

My back arched off the ground, my eyes snapped open, and I cried out at the feeling of being stretched to the point of pain and being so filled I felt like I was choking on him.

With him buried to the hilt inside of me, his huge balls slapping against my swollen clit, I felt like I couldn't breathe.

He gripped my waist with his other hand, his fingers digging in, his claws breaking my skin in no doubt crescent-shaped marks. And that was confirmed when I felt the pain, smelled the blood, and yearned for more.

Banner was growling and snarling behind me as he slowly pulled that huge cock from me, the head now lodged in my entrance. The hand on my nape tightened as did the one on my hip right before he slammed back in.

My breasts shook from the force of how hard he pushed back into me, and I tipped my head back and squeezed my eyes shut, the discomfort and pain morphing into a pleasure I'd never imagined I could feel. I was making sounds that were reminiscent of a wounded animal, but I knew Banner liked it. I felt him swell inside of me and swore I felt the hot jets of his cum fill me as he fucked me.

"Ahhh," he roared out in the wildest voice I'd ever heard in my life. "Mionag." He pulled out, held still at my pussy hole for a second, then plunged back in just as hard and rough as the last two times.

He did this over and over again, fucking me with a savagery, a brutality that had me curling my fingers into the dirt and grasping for purchase as my body was thrust forward for the force of his pumping hips, his plunging cock. This male was wild, berserk.

And he was mine.

"Ye're mine, lass." He squeezed the back of my neck and kept me still as he slammed his hips forward and retreated.

Slammed forward and pulled back.

In and out.

Fucking me like he'd die if he didn't come right then and there.

All I could hear was his rough, broken Gaelic. All I could feel was his cock filling me to the point I was about to split in two. All I wanted was more.

I couldn't speak or think or even see straight right now. All I could do was let him use me, to be his vessel for his body plundering and pillaging mine.

It was his fingers tightening on my neck that told me things were about to change again. And that's when he pulled me up forcefully until my back collided with his chest, his dick still deep in my body, my inner muscles clenching hard and painfully around his monumental girth.

"Ye feel that?" he growled against the shell of my ear and started to shallowly thrust in and out of me. "Ye feel how hard ye make me? How thick I am for ye?" He buried himself fully in me and growled. "I'm going tae fill ye up with so much seed it'll be slipping from this tight cunt for the next couple of days, lass."

"Yes," I breathed out and bowed my back, which popped my ass out more, my breasts thrust into the chilly air as my nipples tightened from this cold and my arousal.

Banner growled again, and suddenly one of his hands was covering one of my breasts, his fingers pulling at the elongated tip, which caused my pussy to clench around his cock in response. He started fucking me hard and fast, my body fused to his so there was no escaping, no movement on my end except for what he deemed.

And when he slid a hand down my belly and between my thighs and started rubbing a finger over my clit, I came hard and suddenly, sparks lighting up my body. A cry left me, one that was so loud I heard birds startle from the treetops.

"Ach. Yes," he grunted and slammed especially hard inside of me, my ass cheeks shaking from the force. "Look at me, lass." I didn't know how he thought I could do that, how I would be coherent enough to do anything right now but hold on as he mated me hard.

But even as my pleasure was still consuming me, I turned my head to the side, the long fall of my blond hair sliding over my shoulder and down my back. The hand that had been between my thighs was suddenly around my throat, a collar made of his fingers and palm, keeping me right where he wanted to as he pressed his mouth down on mine and plunged his tongue between my lips.

He kissed me for so long, so thoroughly that it was like I'd been drinking all night, my head fuzzy, my body loose as I accepted his thrusting cock inside of me, opened and filled.

And when he broke the kiss, I was sucking in a gulp of air. His mouth was right back on my neck, his lips sliding down to that strip of skin where my throat and my shoulder met. His tongue lashed across that highly sensitive spot until I let my head fall to the side, closed my eyes, and reached behind to curl my fingers against his hard waist.

"Are ye gonna take all of me, Luna?" I couldn't answer, so I just breathed out, moaning my response. "Are ye going tae let me fill ye up every single fucking night?"

Oh gods, his words were gasoline on an open fire, burning a bright wildfire in me that reached the sky.

"Yeah, darlin… yeah, ye're going tae let me do this anytime I want, aren't ye." He didn"t phrase it like a question. "Ye're going tae need it just as much as I do. Gods, the feeling of this tight little cunt clenching around my cock, the sensation of yer body milking me as if ye're so hungry for my seed ye're desperate for it, makes me damn near lose control."

I felt his mouth open, his canines scraping along my throat. And that's when I came, just as he pierced my neck, just as he growled and tightened his fingers on the area right under my chin, keeping me still as he gave me his claiming mark, as he kept slamming his hips against me, his cock tunneling in and out of my body.

The sound he made was deep and harsh, primal and animalistic, and all I could do was take it, my pussy walls clamping down hard on that penetrating girth, milking him just like he said. It was like my body was thirsty for his cum and wouldn't be sated until he gave me all he had.

And then his body became taut behind me, his other arm moving around my chest and becoming a hard, muscled band that kept me tightly to him. I knew he was close.

His motions were jerky for a split second before he pulled out almost all the way and then slammed back home, stilling as he pumped me full of his seed. I could feel the hot, thick jets spurting out of him and into my womb, swore I felt his dick thicken more, growing even longer, harder. It was the most intense sensation I'd ever felt, so much so that I came again, unable to stop the shudder that moved through me.

I felt his cock jerk once more inside of me followed by a thick, hot pulse of cum fill me before he broke the seal he had on my throat, and we both exhaled, panting. He loosened his hold on my throat before bracing both hands on the ground, the momentum pushing his chest against my back and taking me backward.

I braced my palms flat beside his and felt Banner pull out of me, a harsh grunt leaving him. Instantly, I felt his seed start to slip out of my pussy and slide down my inner thigh.

He had his big hands on my ass a second later and spread the cheeks wide, opening me up as he no doubt stared at where he'd just been buried. "Christ, darlin'," he huffed out. "So fooking gorgeous, Luna." I glanced over my shoulder to see his focus on my pussy, watching his cum continue to slip out of me.

Suddenly I felt so exhausted, my limbs feeling as if they were filled with iron. And as if he knew that, sensed it or read my thoughts, Banner was up and off me and scooped me up and into his arms a second later. He cradled me to the warm hardness of his chest, and gently, so sweetly kissed the crown of my head, whispering to me in Gaelic, soft words that I knew were loving endearments.

I sank against him, my head resting on his chest, the sound of his racing heart starting to slow, relaxing me further. I curled my arms around his neck and murmured, "Where are we going?" My voice was soft and sleep-heavy, the post-orgasmic high still coursing through me.

"Home, darlin'. We're going home."

I tipped my head back and looked into his face. His focus was straight ahead, his eyes still glowing blue but not as brightly, as if his Lycan was satiated as well. Finally.

His steps were slow and sure as he made his way through the woods. "I'm taking ye tae our bed, and then…" He glanced down at me then. "I'm going tae take my time with ye."