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This time, Bishop didn’t slow down. I whimpered in ecstasy as the power threatened to consume me, and I drowned in pure bliss.
Bishop let out a sharp cry and buried himself inside me. I felt his orgasm as he released. His cock throbbed and pulsed inside of me, his muscles clenched, and his orgasm pushed me into an extension of mine. Or was it another one? I didn’t know. All I knew was that the pleasure that swept over both of us was more intense than anything I’d felt before.
With it came power. So much magic, it was all I could breathe. The magic wasn’t only Bishop’s—it was mine, too. The magic we shared grew around us, compounding as we rode out our waves of pleasure, and it forged something between us that hadn’t been there before.
I felt connected to Bishop, and I could feel his pleasure through my own body. We were two beings, melded together until we were one. I knew every part of him, as if his body had become mine, and every touch I felt through his skin. It lingered, and it grew until it consumed us, and we were the same being, caught up in the magic of what it meant to be fated.
Nothing was imaginative about this—the bond was real, and when the orgasms faded, the strange magical connection we shared stayed.
Bishop lifted his head and looked into my eyes. He was still buried inside of me.
“Did you feel that?” he asked.
I nodded. “It’s strong.”
Bishop swallowed hard. “It’s… not what I planned.”
“Nothing about this—us—was planned.”
Bishop smirked at me. “No, it wasn’t.”
He finally pulled out of me and clambered up the desk. I sat up, my body feeling like jelly with the pleasure that had swallowed us.
Bishop found his pants and pulled them on again. He grinned at me, satisfied.
I felt the same.
I carefully got off the desk on legs that weren’t as stable as they should have been and looked for my own clothes. I fastened my bra, pulled on my panties, and found my jeans.
“This doesn’t change anything,” I said.
“Of course not,” Bishop agreed.
We both knew that wasn’t true.
13
BISHOP
Iwas in trouble.
I wanted Rory. Not only to fuck again and again. I wanted more from her. I wanted her to be mine. After what had happened in my office last night, I already considered her mine more than I ever did, but that wasn’t only up to me. Rory was a firecracker. She wasn’t someone I could tell what to do, and if she didn’t want to be with me, there wasn’t anything I could do about it.
Judging by the way she’d fucked me right back, though, I was pretty sure the feeling between us was mutual.
That thought pulled me up short. What did I feel for her?
I’d been drawn to her from the moment I’d laid eyes on her. I wasn’t drawn to anyone, ever. Not unless I wanted a quick fuck or a blowjob. And in that case, it didn’t really matter all that much if I was drawn to a woman. As long as she was willing to give me what I needed, I was good to go, and since I was alpha, most women were more than willing to give me what I needed.
Most of them hoped it would become something more, too. That never happened because I didn’t do love, I didn’t date, and I sure as shit wasn’t looking to put myself in a position where I could be ripped apart the way I had been before.
I’d never been in danger of something like that happening again. No woman had reminded me that I was capable of love. No woman made me wonder about love and if there would ever be another chance for me to be happy… until Rory.
Now, I had no idea how I felt about that.
Terrified.
I didn’t need this right now. I was on the verge of a breakthrough where I could get what I needed—more power. I didn’t need this distraction. I had to focus on what was in front of me rather than on a woman and how she made me feel.
