Page 105 of Ensnared by the Pack: The Complete Series (Destined Realms #3)
AUDREY
I let my gaze, filled with need, slide down Bishop’s body to his cock. He was so hard for me the head was an angry red, and thick veins stood out along his length. Precum already glistened at his slit, and as I watched, a drop broke free and trailed down, disappearing into the thick hair at his base.
I licked my lips, unable to help myself, and brought my gaze back to his. His eyes widened for a split-second as if he were surprised at what he saw, then his pupils expanded and darkened, making the green fleck stand out.
With a growl that heightened the desire racing through me, he surged forward and kissed me again. This time the kiss was wild, his tongue tangling with mine, his hands finding my breasts and kneading them. No more soft sweet kisses. This was Bishop unraveling, sinking into his need for me.
My breath picked up and he kissed his way back to my breasts, sucking on each nipple before going lower. He licked around my belly button and teased the skin just about the waistband of my pants, making me tremble, desire swirling like lava through my veins and pooling low.
“These have to go,” he growled at my pants.
“Yes,” I agreed breathlessly. “Please.”
He quickly undid the tie that held the fabric up, hooked his fingers in the waistband, and pulled them down. Somehow, he regained some control and drew them down so… damned… slowly that I was panting with anticipation before he’d gotten them to my ankles.
Once they’d joined my shirt on the other side of the blanket, Bishop slid his hands up the insides of my thighs, and I let them fall open in invitation.
His eyes darkened even more, his wolf rising close to the surface, and he drew in a deep breath then hummed it out in pleasure.
“One taste is never enough,” he said, replacing his hands with his lips and kissing higher and higher up my thigh.
“I’m pretty sure you’ve tasted me more than once,” I replied with a shiver, my breath turning short and sharp. I had disjointed flashes of him going down on me during my heat, but nothing was clear.
“Heat fevers don’t count.” He blew a warm breath over my folds, the sensation adding to the building heat in my core. But he didn’t put his lips where I wanted them and kissed down my other thigh to my knee. “Fevers are medical emergencies. The sex was necessary, not romantic. This…” he purred, kissing his way back up to my core. “This is romantic.”
He blew another warm breath over me then flicked his tongue out. It was just a quick touch, not even close to my clit, but sensation jolted through me and my breath hitched.
“You taste so good. So sweet and perfect,” he groaned before sliding his tongue through my folds with a slow, sensual lick. “So much like home.”
My breath caught again and I dug my fingers into the blanket, needing to hold on to something, but not sure what.
Bishop ran his tongue over me again and again, building up my desire without even touching my clit.
Oh, please. Oh, please please please.
But he avoided touching that sensitive nub, spiraling my need so tight that I was gasping and moaning and not caring if someone could hear us. My desire had grown into an inferno and I couldn’t catch my breath. The ache in my core told me I was close, so close, and yet not close enough. If he’d just touch my clit.
“More,” I gasped, bucking into him, my whole body trembling. “Please, more.”
He grabbed my hips, holding me still, and pressed closer, raking his tongue inside me and nuzzling my clit with his nose with the lightest of touches. Despite that, I still jerked against his grasp.
Oh, yes!
I just needed a little more pressure on that sizzling bundle of nerves. I was sure that was all I needed to go tumbling over the edge.
Bishop rumbled in pleasure, the sound vibrating from my core and up through my body.
Oh, please, I mentally chanted. Please please please.
Then he sucked hard in my clit and stars exploded behind my lids.
“Oh, yes!” I cried as pleasure rushed through me, stealing my breath.
“That’s my girl,” Bishop purred, licking at my release for a moment before crawling up my body and capturing my lips in a searing kiss.
His cock nudged at my entrance and before I’d fully come down, I was rocking up into him, brushing my sensitive, soaked folds against his tip.
“You’re so beautiful with your hair wild and your face and chest flushed.”
He pressed his cock at my entrance and slowly pushed inside, giving me lots of time to adjust to his girth. But I was so wet and relaxed from my orgasm that there wasn’t even a whisper of pain, just the glorious feeling of being full and having every nerve in my channel bursting back to life.
We were both panting by the time he’d pushed all the way in and my walls were already fluttering, ready for another release. Then he started moving, slowly sliding out and pushing back in, rebuilding the needy ache inside me, and my thoughts scattered.
My body matched his rhythm, rocking my hips and urging him deeper as more bliss built inside me. The feel of him sliding in and out and raking against already sensitive flesh, while his body bumped my clit over and over again soon had me spinning. My pleasure wound tight and hot in my core and my breath turned ragged.
Bishop picked up his pace, soft grunts and growls escaping his lips, as his eyes darkened. They were almost fully black with only a few specks of green remaining, and that meant I was no longer just making love to Bishop.
His wolf had risen high enough to take over. So far, I didn’t think he had, but it wouldn’t have bothered me. His wolf was a part of him and it was natural for the more primal part of a shifter’s soul to join or take over during moments of passion.
His rhythm started to falter, his hips working faster and faster, his thrusts snapping harder and harder into me. I moaned, my pleasure still building, an electric tingle at the base of my spine that was almost there, almost to the edge of an earth-shattering release, but not quite.
Once again, I was so close, and while it was selfish to want another one when Bishop hadn’t had any, I couldn’t help myself. The pressure and ache and the electricity racing through my veins felt so good. I didn’t think I’d ever get enough of how Bishop made me feel.
In his eyes, I was beautiful despite my scars, and I was safe. I knew in my heart he’d always be there for me, and even though I ached for another orgasm, I also wanted this moment to last forever.
“Fuck, Audrey,” he growled as he roughly rubbed his thumb against my clit.
Sparks burst through my body and the pressure inside me exploded. Every muscle in my body contracted, and a scream was ripped from my lips. More stars flooded the darkness behind my lids, brighter and sharper than before, and I spun around and around, gasping and shivering as the sensation overwhelmed me.
Bishop groaned his release, his body locked inside me as all his muscles contracted, too, and we held each other, spinning on brilliant, bone-melting bliss.
Then after a long moment of gasping for breath, he pulled out, and we resettled, lying on the blanket with me in his arms, my back to his chest.
“That was not how I expected our picnic to go,” he said, sounding dazed and sleepy. “It was so much better.”
He grabbed his shirt and helped me into it, warming my heart with his consideration for my discomfort at being naked in public, then wrapped me in his arms again.
The sound of his heartbeat and the warmth from his body, along with the summer heat and the sounds of insects and birds and the gentle breeze in the garden soon pulled me into a satisfied sleep.
When I woke, Bishop was gone. I was still in his shirt, but Knox, in his wolf form lay beside me, sending a rush of uncertainty racing through me.
There was no way Knox didn’t know I’d had sex with Bishop. I was covered in his scent and the scent of sex, was wearing his shirt with no pants, and — I bit back a groan — he would have felt us having sex through the mating bond.
He’d wanted me to also mate with Bishop… but did he really or had that just been when he hadn’t been willing to work on our relationship?