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He moved down my body, nipping and nibbling as he went. He brought my hands to my sides and held them there.
My legs were open for him, and he pushed his face between them, licking me from my clit to my entrance and back. I was wildly sensitive, and pleasure coursed through my body, making me jerk and jolt, my muscles spasming involuntarily.
Bishop licked me a few more times before he zeroed in on my clit. He flicked his tongue over me, licking and sucking, and I whimpered as he drove me wild. I couldn’t move—he had me pinned down. I was completely at his mercy.
I bucked my hips against his mouth as I got closer to another orgasm. I couldn’t get enough of him. Bishop created a perpetual loop of pleasure that kept me on the edge of an orgasm all the time, just waiting to be pushed over so that I fell into pure sexual bliss.
I was on the edge of my orgasm when Bishop let go of me and crawled over me. He moved with a fluid grace, using muscles that didn’t belong to a man, but a wolf. When he was on top of me, his face was in my neck, and his growl rumbled through his body and echoed through mine.
His cock found my entrance, and he pounded into me, his cock driving in and out of me like a power piston until I was a puddle of pure need on the bed.
I cried out loudly, heat washing through me. My nerve endings were on fire, and Bishop’s body on mine branded me, leaving his mark.
His scent filled the room again—earthy, masculine,wolf, and I breathed him.
Another orgasm crashed into me, and I curled my body around his. I gripped his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin so that he let out a sharp bark. I wrapped my legs around his ass, and my body moved up the mattress as he pushed me toward the headboard.
My pussy clamped down around Bishop, and he clenched his jaw. I squeezed my eyes shut and let the pleasure take over, giving in. When I came up for air after drowning in pleasure, I breathed hard and swallowed, my mouth dry. I was lightheaded after my breathing had been so shallow and fast for so long.
When I glanced up at Bishop, his eyes locked on mine, and he stared into my soul.
We kept eye contact as he pounded into me, never slowing down. He pushed me toward yet another orgasm, stretching me thin, testing the limits of what two people could do together, and I was right there with him. I’d never orgasmed like this before, never been completely vulnerable and handed all control over to another. I’d never been this close to someone. Sex with Bishop wasn’t just about getting off. Despite how he pounded into me like a power piston, it was sensual, deep, and I felt connected to him in a way I hadn’t ever felt with anyone before.
It had been like this the first time, too. When I was with Bishop, when we were naked and all our guards were down, something clicked into place as if it had been missing until now, and it felt good to be together.
It feltright.
Bishop pushed me closer and closer to another orgasm. My whimpers and mewls turned to moans and then into cries, and the heat that washed over me again and again felt like I was in a fiery furnace.
“Bishop!” I cried out his name in the throes of pleasure.
It only made him thrust into me harder.
The orgasm shattered over me. The intensity made me come undone, unraveling at the seams as Bishop pulled me apart and put me back together again.
He didn’t stop his thrusting or slow down his pace. Instead, Bishop picked it up, bucking his hips against mine so that I cried out with every thrust.
He pushed into me as deep as he could go and let out a sharp bark before his cock twitched and jerked inside of me. I felt his orgasm roll over him, the same pleasure he’d afforded me ripping through him, too.
We rode out the waves of pleasure together, and all the time, he was right there with me, his eyes locked on mine.
His pleasure was mine, and mine was his, and our souls reflected each other.
Slowly, after what felt like we’d been floating in an alternative reality for an eternity, the pleasure subsided.
Bishop leaned on his arms and hung his head. I planted kisses on his cheeks and neck, slick with sweat.
When he pulled out of me, I was acutely aware of his absence, but he pulled me tightly against him and held onto me as if he would never let me go.
I relished in his closeness, his warmth. I drank in the bond between us, the magic that flowed through our connection. It was a mate bond—I knew that much.
Bishop was the alpha of another pack. I was looking for trouble getting this involved with him. Maybe, if it had just been sex, I could still have gotten away with it, but we’d crossed that line a while ago.
This was far beyond just sex. Bishop had told me he was falling for me. The truth was that I was falling for him, too.
“Don’t,” Bishop said softly, his voice deep and velvety close to my ear.
“Don’t what?”
