Page 113 of Ensnared by the Pack: The Complete Series (Destined Realms #3)
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Bishop wasn’t there when I arrived, but he’d told Whil he’d meet me there and he’d never broken his word to me, so I sat underneath the pergola and all its gorgeous flowering vines. A gentle breeze shushed through the foliage, easing the summer heat and making the bands of early evening sunshine dance on the soft grass around me.
The bright yellow glow of a summer afternoon had deepened into a rich gold, edged with oranges and reds, and for a moment, it felt like summer back on Earth. The cicadas were buzzing, the air was warm and thick, and the soft breeze brought quick breaths of contrasting coolness.
Except I’d never felt as at home there as I did here. Even with my worry about Cyrus and the rest of the pack, I felt like this realm was where I belonged.
Footsteps crunched on the gravel path and I tensed, my gaze jumping up to watch Bishop stride through the wrought iron arch. Just the sight of him stole my breath, and his radiant smile when he saw me sucked all the air from the garden.
He was happy to see me. Me. Awkward, weak me.
I didn’t think I’d ever get used to that.
The smile turned heated the closer he got and I could hear the handle of the wicker basket in his grip creak as he tightened his hold.
“I promised myself we’d eat first this time,” he said, his voice gruff, sending a shiver of desire racing down my spine.
“Do you have anywhere else to be after dinner?” I asked, my tone just as husky and filled with invitation.
“No.”
“Then it doesn’t matter when we eat.” I mentally gaped at my words. I didn’t know where I’d found the confidence to flirt with him like that again, but I liked it.
Bishop dropped to his knees. He captured my lips in a demanding kiss and the shiver of desire he’d inspired when he’d stepped into the garden exploded into desperate need.
Oh, yes. This was what I hadn’t realized I’d been craving all day right from the moment I’d woken in an empty bed.
I tangled my fingers in his jaw-length hair and kissed him back just as wildly. Our tongues fought for dominance, our teeth clacked together in our passion, and his hands were everywhere. They tugged at my hair, stroked over my breasts, and slid to my ass. Arms, thighs, back, neck, stomach as if he couldn’t get enough of me. It ignited every nerve in my body until I was aching and panting and desperate for him.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he gasped, pulling up for air and pressing his forehead against mine. “Haven’t been able to concentrate on anything.”
His hands swept under my shirt, teasing up my already sensitive flesh until he reached my breasts, where he palmed them roughly. Hungry for more contact, I arched into his touch. I needed more, needed him, needed everything.
It had surprised me the first time Bishop had kissed me with almost the same wildness as my dream-Knox. I’d always thought he’d be a gentle lover all the time, and I loved how careful he was with me. But I also loved when he let go. It made me feel like he couldn’t be without me, that he needed me with the same overwhelming desire my dream-Knox had needed me.
I nipped at his jaw, drawing a low rumble in his chest that sent wet heat rushing to my core.
“Fuck, you smell so good.” He yanked off my shirt, his eyes fully dark as if his wolf was taking over, and raked his gaze over my naked breasts.
The urge to cover my nudity and my scars dampened my desire, but it only lasted a second. Bishop didn’t look at me with disgust or pity. He never had. He looked like he wanted to devour me and couldn’t figure out where to start first, and my reaction was just an old habit that I really hoped I’d break soon.
With a groan, he dipped down and swept his tongue over my right breast with a heavy, slow stroke. My nipple instantly hardened and my breath caught as desire zinged through me.
“Mine,” he growled, his voice so much like Knox’s that I realized it wasn’t Bishop pleasuring me, but his wolf… which was more than fine with me. We’d never be able to have a lasting relationship if his wolf didn’t want me and I really wanted a relationship with Bishop.
He scraped his partially extended canines over my sensitive flesh then sucked the aching bud into his mouth. The pull verged on painful and yet the throbbing in my core intensified and I could feel my desire leaking down my thighs.
Moaning, I clung to him as he nipped and sucked one nipple then the other, the rumble in his chest getting louder and louder, vibrating with delicious pleasure straight to my core.
The ache within me swelled and I was on the verge of a climax with just him sucking my nipples. But he pulled away before I fell over the edge.
I groaned with disappointment but he quickly undid my pants, yanked them to my knees, and buried his face between my legs.
Oh, yes!
My orgasm swelled right to the edge, and I trembled as if I was about to crash into bliss. But I needed one more lick or suck or something.
“Bishop, please.” I bucked my hips, trying to get the friction I needed on my clit to throw me over the edge.
But he clamped his hands on my hips instead, holding me still and making me writhe and whine in frustration.
Just a little more. Please.
The ache inside me just kept building. Why wasn’t he doing anything? Why was he just breathing in my scent like he needed it to survive?
“Mine,” he growled as he glanced up at me.
His canines were fully extended and hints of his wolf sharpened his features. The wildness in his eyes set off a mini orgasm, just a tease of what I knew was coming, not enough for relief, and his lips curled into a smirk. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.
In that moment, he looked like Knox, but I knew I hadn’t mistaken the twins for each other. I knew he wasn’t my bonded mate. I couldn’t feel this man’s emotions. I could only see them in the intensity in his eyes. And his eyes said that this was one hundred percent Bishop’s wolf, the primal nature of his soul, and that his wolf was hungry for me.
“Yours,” I told him and in my heart, I knew it was true.
I belonged with Knox and Bishop. Somehow, I just knew they were both my mates. And while yes, I wanted to wait on mating with Bishop so he could court me and make me feel loved and special, I’d also already fallen in love with him. I’d fallen the moment he’d held me in Kelna and swore he wanted to mate with me even if I was weak and couldn’t shift and was already mated to Knox.
The look in Bishop’s eyes turned into a victorious gleam and he roughly licked my clit, sending stars shooting across my vision.
The orgasm was violent and quick, but he didn’t let up, licking and sucking me straight into another orgasm and another. My mind spun with pleasure, my breath was ragged, and I didn’t care what noises I made or who could hear them.
Bishop’s wolf was relentless, turning me into a moaning, gasping mess. He flipped me to my stomach and yanked my pants off before I’d even fully realized we’d changed position. Then he jerked my hips up and plunged his cock into me in one ferocious thrust.
The impact of our bodies colliding rattled down my spine and pushed me hard into the ground, but I didn’t care. The rush of him inside me, the force of his need, just made this moment even better.
He withdrew and slammed into me again and again, faster, harder, wilder, claiming my body with his delicious, merciless attack.
I strained to catch my breath, stars flashing behind my lids with the promise of an earth-shattering release. The heated need that I’d thought was satiated from all the oral sex, roared into a raging inferno of desperate desire.
I clawed at the ground, digging my nails into the grass and dirt, and screamed with every ferocious thrust. It created a wildness within me that I’d only felt during my dreams about Knox, and I shoved my ass back, meeting Bishop’s thrust, submitting to its need. And it needed to claim Bishop as my own, needed him deep within my body, fucking me until I couldn’t see straight.
“More,” I gasped at Bishop’s wolf. “Harder.”
The wildness surged and so did my pleasure. This was what I wanted. What I hadn’t known I’d wanted. To be completely claimed by Bishop, to have his body mark mine, if not with a bite, then with a wonderful ache that would last for days. “More more more.”
I hadn’t thought I was ready for rough sex like I’d had in my dreams, not with how big Bishop’s cock was, but half a dozen quick orgasms were enough to make me slick and ready, and I never wanted it to end. I wanted to fly on this high forever. I wanted to seize my power, a power that had this incredible, strong shifter, unable to control himself.
With a growl, Bishop clasped a hand around my throat and arched my back, his cock hitting a new spot within me that made electric need zap through me, stealing all breath and sight and sound.
“Yes,” I screamed.
“Mine,” he snarled and he pinched my clit with a sharp, painful twist with his free hand.
I completely shattered, screaming my release like a wild animal, the sensation too strong to keep in. Every muscle in my body clenched tight, pleasure flooding into my very essence and I whirled on violent flashes of light and ecstasy.
Bishop stiffened and howled with his own release, the sound more like a wolf than a man, and his canines grazed my neck. It was on the opposite shoulder of Knox’s mating marks, the only scars I should have had as a shifter.
Yes, I mentally begged. Make me yours forever.
In that moment, I didn’t care that he’d barely courted me. I wanted him more than I’d wanted anything in my life.
Somehow, he managed to control his wolf and not bite me, sending a sliver of disappointment oozing through my bliss.
“Soon,” he murmured, his voice human again as he clutched me tight.
A violent aftershock swept through me, burning away my disappointment, and I collapsed against his chest
“Soon,” I agreed and his wolf rumbled his pleasure.
Soon this powerful alpha would be mine. Just like he was supposed to be. Just like fate demanded.