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What was this woman doing to me?
Rory stared at me, and I had no idea what was going through her mind. I expected her to laugh at me, to tell me I was being ridiculous. I expected her to leave, anyway, because why the fuck would she stay? A life with me was dangerous. It was better if she went back to where she came from, and that was the end of it.
I expected a lot of things, but not what she did.
She took three long strides to get to me, grabbed me, and kissed me.
16
RORY
Bishop was an anomaly. He drove me up the wall, pushing me to the edge, challenging me in every way. He was powerful, yet vulnerable, and I didn’t understand him.
At the same time, it felt like we were on the same page completely. Whatever souls were made of, his and mine were the same, and when we were together, everything worked. My magic and his complemented each other. The way he looked at me, the way he kissed me, the way he touched me was like we’d been apart for the longest time, pining for each other, and we were finally back together.
I felt the same about him. He was a pain in the ass, and he pissed me off more often than not, but when it came down to the basics, I couldn’t resist him.
When he’d told me he was falling for me, something inside me melted. When he’d told me he wanted to make sure I was safe, that was it. I couldn’t turn my back on him. Bishop drew me like a magnet, and when I closed the distance and kissed him, it was like we finally came together, two parts of a whole that fit perfectly.
He wrapped his arms around me, breathing hard through his nose as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. Bishop was all hard angles, muscles stacked on muscles, but when we collided, my body fit the shape of his as if we’d been made for each other.
Maybe in some bizarre way, we were made for each other. I didn’t know how fate worked. I didn’t usually believe in fairy-tale endings and meant-to-be scenarios, but if I did… I imagined it would be something like this.
Bishop’s hands roamed my body. He traced my curves and kissed me like he wanted to consume me.
He tugged at my clothes, pulling my shirt halfway up, undoing the button on my jeans, his hands expertly navigating women’s clothing as if he’d designed it.
In no time at all, my bra was undone underneath my shirt, my pants were halfway down my legs. He bit my ribs at the same time, a playful nip, hard, because shifters could handle it.
The small burst of pain was unexpected, and when I yelped and looked at him, amusement danced in his eyes. He was playfully fucking with me.
He could keep doing that. He could keep fucking all night long if that was what he wanted to do. It was whatIwanted to do.
I reached for his pants and unbuttoned them. I was behind on the undressing front.
I worked his jeans down his hips, tugging at his boxers to set his cock free.
His size would never cease to be impressive. His cock stood up, hard and ready, the tip slick with lust.
I pushed Bishop back to the couch, and he fell onto the cushions, legs wide. I pulled his pants and boxers the rest of the way down and tossed them on the floor. I removed the rest of my clothing, so I no longer had anything restricting my movements. I kneeled between his legs and wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock. Bishop sucked a breath through his teeth before he let out a long, low growl.
“You’ll be my undoing, Rory,” he growled.
I didn’t answer him. Instead, I dipped my head and licked a line from the base of his cock to the tip.
Bishop groaned and sank deeper into the couch cushions.
I teased him, licking circles around his head before kissing my way down his shaft again. I cupped his balls with one hand, the other hand stroking up and down his shaft, and I looked up at Bishop. His eyes had changed to the deep cerulean eyes of his wolf, and he looked at me with a carnal hunger. He licked his parted lips and reached for me, dragging a finger along my jaw before pressing his finger against my lips. I kissed the tip of his finger before I gave him what he craved—whatIcraved.
Bishop’s breath hitched when I sucked his cock into my mouth, and he tipped his head back against the couch.
“Fuck, babe,” he bit out.
I bobbed my head up and down, stroking him in and out of my mouth, slowly at first, taking in as much of him as I could. What I couldn’t cover—there was a lot of it—I made up for with my head, meeting my lips with my fingers on every thrust.
Bishop grunted, jaw clenched, and when I continued licking and sucking, he pushed his hands into my hair. He encouraged me to move faster, to take in more, and I complied.
His breathing changed, becoming shallow and erratic while I sucked him off, using my hands to give him even more pleasure. His abs contracted involuntarily now and again as I pushed him closer to the edge.
