Page 41 of Banshee
I spun around and stormed back into the cabin, slamming the door behind me. He was so damn arrogant. Diesel whined at my irritated state, and I fell onto the couch, letting him jumpup beside me. He crawled onto my lap and nudged my hand. He knew just how to calm me down.
I didn’t know how long I sat there before the front door finally opened and Banshee entered, alone.
“You weren’t meant to hear that.”
“Shut up. I am so sick of everyone telling me what to do. My father, Zeus, my husband, Valhalla, King, you. No one ever asked me what I wanted.”
I stood up and went to walk down the hall. Banshee grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him. “What do you want?” he asked. “Tell me what you want, baby girl, and I’ll make it happen. I’d give you the world if it would make you smile again.”
I closed my eyes against the words that pierced my heart. If he only knew what I wanted was him. It was all I’d ever wanted.
“Tell me what you want, Aspen.”
I looked up into his dark brown eyes. The longer he waited for my answer, the darker they became. Desire swirled in his eyes, and I knew all I had to say was one word. War was waging in my body. My brain told me to protect my heart, but my heart was too damn romantic. And my pussy? Well, she was a greedy fucking bitch who was probably screaming louder than anyone. So, I gave in. I gave my heart and my body what they wanted and told my brain to fuck off.
“You.”
I’d barely gotten the word out when he slammed his lips against mine. I melted into his arms as he lifted me from the floor and carried me to his bedroom.
He kicked the door closed, and I heard Diesel whine behind it.
“Go lie down,” Banshee growled at the door. He set me on the floor in front of him and reached for the hem of my shirt. He tore it off me before I could blink, then reached around and unclasped my bra.
The moment I was free, he groaned. “You’re so fucking perfect.” His hands cupped my breasts, lifting them, judging the weight before he bent down and took a nipple into his mouth.
I moaned loudly, unable to control the way my body reacted to this man. My hands ran through his hair, holding him to me. I arched into him, wanting to be closer. He pulled back and gave me a feral grin. With his hands on my waist, he lifted me from the floor and tossed me onto the bed.
He crawled over me and sat on his heels. His hands reached for my jeans, quickly unbuckling them and yanking them off with my panties in tow. He bit his lip when he got his first look at my naked body.
He leaned over me, pressing his lips to mine as he settled between my legs.
“You have too many clothes on, Banshee.”
“Elijah.”
“What?”
“Elijah. That’s the name I want you screaming when you come on my tongue.” He shimmied down my body, taking his time to lick and kiss every inch of my skin he could reach without flipping me over.
Stopping between my legs, he groaned long and low. He looked up at me, and when our eyes connected, he winked before dipping down and running his tongue along my lips.
My back arched, forcing my hips closer to his mouth. It wasn’t close enough. I wanted him to consume me. Devour me, make me his completely. I wanted him to claim me.
My heels dug into his back as he shoved his tongue inside me, tasting me, savoring me as though this was the only chance he had.
It wasn’t.
He could have me forever.
He sucked my clit, and I cried out in pleasure and pain. His finger pressed in and curled up, rubbing the hidden spot that most men didn’t believe existed. My hands pulled and tugged at his hair. I was caught between pushing him away because it was too much and tugging him closer because at the same time it wasn’t enough.
My brain kept screaming that he would break my heart. That I was an obligation. Someone he felt responsible for. Not someone he loved or cherished. My body didn’t care that this might be a onetime thing. All it cared about was how it felt. My release was there, so close. Almost at the peak as it climbed higher and higher.
“Elijah, please.”
He added a second finger and pumped in and out. “Please what, baby girl? What do you want?”
“I want to come! Please make me come.”
