Page 61 of Ensnared by the Pack: The Complete Series (Destined Realms #3)

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Bishop dipped close again and this time his kiss was filled with the hunger I’d seen in his expression. But unlike my dream-Knox where we crashed together and he kissed me with a ferocity that stole my breath, Bishop’s passion was warm, encompassing, and empowering. He was holding himself back, determined not to overwhelm me. I could feel it in the tension in his arms, the flex of delicious muscle beneath my palms. This was my night, and if all I wanted to do was kiss, he’d leave it at that.

But I wanted more than just kisses. Nervous as I was, I still wanted it all.

I tangled my fingers in his hair and kissed him back with all my pent-up, aching need. I hungered for a release I’d been putting off for days and Bishop matched my intensity. He raked his tongue against mine and nipped at my bottom lip, fueling the throbbing inferno that had been growing inside me from the moment I’d woken in his arms that afternoon.

Then he shifted one hand to the back of my head to better control our kiss, while his other skimmed down my throat and across my shoulder. His fingers plucked at the strap of my dress and another icy flash of nerves rushed through me. He was going to see everything.

My hand jumped to my neckline in a useless attempt to hide my scars despite the dim candlelight and the fact he’d probably already seen them.

“Hey. None of that.” He dipped down and kissed the back of my hand, right over top of my heart. “You don’t have to hide from me or anyone else. You’re beautiful and these scars are just a testament to your strength.”

I huffed at that. “I’m not strong. I can’t even shift.”

“You’re strong in other ways. More important ways.” He nudged my hand away and pressed a gentle kiss just above the neckline of my dress where my scars peeked out. “You’d do anything to protect a child and you’re willing to walk until your feet bleed to free Knox from your bond.” His breath feathered across my skin, sending a shiver rushing through me from the top of my head all the way to my core. My desire turned to a molten heat, not wild like my dreams, but heavy and insistent. “That kind of determination and self-sacrifice is stronger than any alpha’s power.”

His fingers found the straps of my dress again and teased them off my shoulders. This time I didn’t freeze, although I still couldn’t silence the niggling doubt that Bishop would be repulsed by what he saw. It was rare for a shifter to have scars and I had far too many.

But he didn’t hesitate as he slowly drew the fabric lower until just my nipples were covered. Then he teased the tops of my breasts until those tight buds were aching and my breasts felt heavy, yearning for more of his touch.

My breath had already picked up and I was soaking wet between my thighs. And all he’d done was kiss me. I squeezed my legs together, desperate to relieve the ache and not wanting to leave a wet spot on my dress, but then he swiped his thumb across my nipple and all thoughts vanished.

Need shot straight to my core and I gasped. My hands flew to his head and tangled in his hair, and I arched my back, urging him to put his mouth there as if this was one of my dreams.

Maybe it was. It sure felt like it. My body hummed with anticipation, every nerve zinging at the slightest touch or kiss or breath.

Bishop didn’t resist my silent plea and pushed my dress beneath my breasts. With a low moan, he drew his tongue over my nipple in a long, heavy lick, that shivered up my body, stealing my breath.

Oh, God. I’d only dreamed that being kissed like that would feel so good.

He sucked on the aching bud and rubbed his thumb against the other, building my need until my breath was ragged and I was rocking toward him.

I clutched at his head, never wanting to let go until his hands slipped over my knees and up the insides of my thighs and Bishop said, “I want to feel you come on my tongue.”

“Yes.” Oh yes. Oh my God, yes! Sex was already so much better than I imagined and if Bishop wanted to go down on me I wasn’t going to say no.

His lips curled in a sexy, wicked grin, as he grabbed the bottom of my dress and drew it up over my head, leaving me completely naked.

“You’re so beautiful,” he groaned, his eyes raking down my body, drinking me in, instantly melting the little tremble of nerves that came with being naked in front of him. “And your scent?—”

He slid his palms up my thighs again, urging me wider to make room for him, and dipped in to press his nose against my mound and breathe in my scent.

“You smell like home.”

His words swept heat around my heart, filling me with that warmth and calm and surety that I always felt when he held me as if our souls recognized each other… as if we were meant for each other.

Then he inched his nose lower and teased his tongue against me and all the warmth and calm roared into hot aching desperate need.

“Fuck, you taste good,” he groaned then swiped his tongue over me again.

This time, the tip of his tongue flicked over my clit, and a jolt of liquid heat swept through me. My inner muscles fluttered and Bishop hummed a satisfied rumble that sounded more wolf than man.

He licked and sucked, turning that heat into a raging inferno. I didn’t know what to do with my hands, so I clutched the blanket beneath me. My breath heaved, ragged and desperate from the pleasure and my hips started rocking into him, eager for more, eager for that final push that would send me careening over the edge.

And then he slid a finger inside me, found that magic spot, and sucked on my clit.

Every muscle in my body contracted and glorious sensation rushed through me as strong as my dreams. I’d been so wrong. I’d thought the fantasy was just that, a fantasy, and reality would disappoint me, but God— Why had I fought this?

Oh, right. Mated to his brother.

But that was no longer a problem. Even if the bond couldn’t be broken, I could still be with Bishop. Monogamy wasn’t my only option in this realm and I could only hope Knox would understand.

Gasping, I glanced down at Bishop who was still between my thighs slowly lapping at my sex and sending soft ripples of pleasure through me. His eyes were fully dark and they held a wicked gleam that sent more ripples rushing through me.

“Oh, yes,” I breathed, reaching for him in invitation to move up my body and take me like his look implied.

“Not yet.” He flicked his tongue over my clit, stealing my breath with a jolt of sensation. “I want to taste one more.”

“One more?”

“Yeah.” He raked his tongue over me and my eyes rolled back.

Oh. My. God.

A long moan escaped my lips, and he worked me up again with lips and tongue and fingers. This time, he teased me, bringing me to the edge, backing off, and bringing me to the edge again and again until I was panting and moaning and begging for release.

One more thrust of his fingers, and I was crashing over the edge, lights flashing behind my lids, a strangled cry caught in my throat. I spun around and around, riding a wave of incredible bliss that was stronger than even the ones in my fantasy.

When I finally managed to catch my breath and open my eyes, Bishop was standing and looking down at me.

“That’s what I love to see,” he purred.

I squirmed under his gaze, more ripples sweeping from my head down my body as if I was still on the edge, still ready for more. And yet I was also boneless and satiated and so incredibly relaxed.

His smile deepened and he pulled off his shirt, revealing his stunning, sculpted chest and abs. But before my gaze could drop any lower, he captured my lips in a searing, breathtaking kiss. Fabric rustled and I was sure he’d stepped out of his pants, but I couldn’t focus beyond his lips.

He tasted like he had when I’d kissed him before, but also like something else that could have only been my release.

With a rumble, he grabbed my hips and urged me to move up on the bed. We shifted, never breaking our kiss, and ended up with me on my back and Bishop braced over me.

The kiss reignited the dying embers of my desire, and I clutched at his powerful, muscular shoulders, my hips rocking up, pressing against his hardened length, greedy for more, for all of it.

Bishop growled and his canines extended, grazing my bottom lip as he slid his length against me, grinding against my clit. Sparks flared inside me from the friction, drawing gasping moans that he devoured.

“Do you want this?” he asked, his voice rough, his body trembling with his control. “You can still say no.”

“Bishop, please.” I ground my hips against him, trying to get him where I needed him. “I said yes and I still say yes.”

“Thank the Sisters,” he gasped and shifted to press the head of his cock at my entrance.

I froze, my nerves returning, but he captured my lips again. He kissed me breathless, stealing all thought, adding to the fire once again rushing through my body, and slowly pushed inside me.

It was the most incredible feeling, pressure and heat and a building of that achy need that screamed to be released.

When he was buried all the way in, he paused, letting my body adjust to him, and broke off the kiss to look me in the eyes again. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I breathed unable to think straight, a tremor fluttering in my core. I was so incredibly full, and in a way I hadn’t realized I needed to be filled, and every hypersensitive nerve was on overload, shivering and heating and singing at how amazing I felt.

“Just okay? I’m clearly not doing my job right.” Slowly, he drew his hips back, sliding out before pushing back in.

A ripple of pleasure shuddered through me and I released a soft, breathy moan.

“That sounds better than just okay.”

“It is. I just?—”

He withdrew and pushed back in.

“I can’t— I can’t think— Oh, Bishop.”

My eyes rolled back and I gave myself over to the sensations, to his comforting fresh-cut grass scent wrapped around me, the heat and home in my heart from our contact, and the pleasure building once again in my core.

Bishop slowly picked up his pace, his long, drawn-out strokes coming faster and faster. Waves of his power washed over me with every push, as if by giving in to his passion, he was losing control of his power. And just like in my dream, it caressed me, raised me higher. It didn’t demand my submission but built my desire and whispered to that something within me that I prayed was my wolf even if it didn’t rise to the surface like it did in my dreams.

Bishop plunged into me again and again, and I spun faster and tighter, until I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. I could only feel. And the feelings were overwhelming, heat and need and glorious bliss.

I reached the summit again, and Bishop swiped rough circles over my clit, tossing me screaming over the edge.

Fireworks exploded behind my lids and sensation engulfed me. Bishop continued rubbing my clit and thrusting into me, drawing out my orgasm until it was almost too much. Then he lost his rhythm, thrust hard, and released a heavy groan. I could feel him pulsing inside me, sending fluttery aftershocks through me, and I sighed, thoroughly satisfied.

I was ruined for other men and I didn’t care. My first time was just as incredible as my dreams and I couldn’t thank Bishop enough for that.