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I squirmed on the bed and moaned loudly.
He took a deep breath.
“You smell like sex,” he growled.
Bishop pulled his shirt over his head before he dove between my legs. When he closed his mouth over my sex, I cried out. He flicked his tongue over my clit, and I shivered and whimpered. When he sucked my clit into his mouth, I screamed and pushed my hands into his dark hair.
He continued to worship my clit, licking and sucking. I writhed on the bed as he pushed me to another orgasm. I was engorged and sensitive after orgasming already, but his tongue was hot and soft and demanding—the combination was erotic as fuck.
For a while, he kept me on the edge, and I shivered as my body contracted involuntarily. My muscles jerked and spasmed in pleasure.
Bishop pushed two fingers into me, and the sudden thrusting inside me added to the onslaught on my clit pushed me over the edge. I curled my hands into fists, gripping his hair, and I held onto his head, bucking my hips as the pleasure rolled over me in waves.
When the orgasm slowly faded, I gasped and looked up at Bishop. He glanced at me from between my legs, and it was hot seeing his handsome face buried there, tasting my sex,oursex where he’d been with his cock just a moment ago.
He lifted his head and grinned at me.
“You taste incredible,” he said.
He crawled over me, and his cock found my entrance like a homing missile. I moaned as he slid home, and when he was buried inside of me, he kissed me. One hand held his large body up so he didn’t crush me. The other went to my breasts, fondling each of them. He moved between them, tugging at my nipples.
I leaned up and kissed him and tilted my hips.
Bishop knew what I wanted, and he rocked his hips back and forth, sliding in and out of me. He let go of my breasts to use both arms to hold himself up, and he pounded into me hard and fast until I cried out in pleasure and my moans and his grunts mixed together.
The sounds of our hips slapping together, his balls against my ass, and his moans in my mouth were pure ecstasy.
In no time, I was on my third orgasm, the pleasure making me fall apart.
Bishop was right there, stitching me back together again with every thrust, and it was pure bliss to be this close and connected to him.
When I came down from the orgasm, I held onto Bishop’s shoulders.
“Roll over,” I said in a breathy voice.
Bishop grabbed me and held on tight, rolling over so that I was on top of him. He was still inside of me, and I shifted and adjusted myself so that he was comfortable inside me. I braced my hands on his chest and bucked my hips back and forth, riding him, with my clit rubbing against his pubic bone. We moved together at a pulse-pounding pace, perfectly in harmony.
He looked me in the eye, and the bond between us grew stronger, deepening as we collided again and again. Bishop’s power grew in the room around us, reacting to the bond strengthening, and I was right there with him. Our wolves knew each other, and they were almost as one, the way me and Bishop were, too.
Bishop’s sheer size inside of me pushed me closer and closer to the edge of yet another orgasm.
Judging by Bishop’s breathing, he was close, too. His brows knit together, and he gripped my hips.
I was the first to orgasm, and I collapsed forward, my naked breasts against his chest. I kept rocking my hips, but Bishop helped, pumping into me, too.
When he buried himself inside of me with a sharp cry, I felt his release. His body tightened, and his power increased, as did mine. He released into me, his cock pulsing and throbbing, and I planted my lips on his. We swallowed each other’s cries as we came together, our breaths mingling, and everything was in sync. We were one being in that moment.
Finally, the orgasms faded, and we drew apart. Our bond was still there, binding us together, but I rolled off Bishop and breathed hard.
He turned onto his side, relearning how to breathe, too.
“Stay,” he said.
“I’m here,” I said with a giggle. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“I mean here, in the house, with me. I want you to move in.”
I smiled. “I’d love to.” Until now, I’d lived in the house Colter had organized for me when I’d come to Minneapolis. It had only been a matter of time before Bishop and I moved in together.
