Page 71 of Ensnared by the Pack: The Complete Series (Destined Realms #3)
AUDREY
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to concentrate on Bishop’s words, but that only made me more aware of his fingers buried inside me and the ache in my core that I couldn’t relieve.
A shiver of a climax teased me, and I bucked faster against his hand, chasing it, desperate to make it bloom into a full orgasm.
“Audrey,” Bishop said, cupping my cheek and tilting my head up, the precursor to a kiss.
I pried my eyes open, but he hadn’t dipped close to kiss me and still watched me with pained concern.
“My fingers and mouth will help, but not as much as direct intercourse.”
The promised climax I’d been chasing slipped away as if proving his point, and I whimpered in frustration.
“This could last for a few days and you might be delirious for most of it,” he continued.
“But you’ll take care of me?” I asked, my voice trembling with cold and need. God, I was losing my mind. I needed sex like I needed to breathe.
“I’ll always take care of you,” he said. “I just want you to understand what’s going on.” He brushed his lips against mine, finally giving me the kiss I desired.
It was just a whisper of contact, but it stole my breath and shot searing need straight to my core as if it had been more.
The bathroom — how’d we get back to the cabin in Kelna? — darkened and lurched, and I dropped my fingers to my clit, trying to get the heat to break and bring me relief.
“I’ve got you,” Bishop murmured and he curled his fingers inside me, hitting a spot that made my muscles clench and sent light flashing behind my eyelids.
But the relief only lasted a few seconds before the ache returned and I was panting and rocking my hips again.
I tried to figure out what had happened, how I’d been stupid enough to think my heat was over, but I couldn’t think past the need consuming me. It burned me up from the inside, overwhelming any attempt to focus.
“Come on,” he said, pulling his fingers from me.
I whimpered at the sudden emptiness, my core thrumming, needing, desperate to be filled.
“Just hold on for a minute.” He yanked off his shirt, revealing his stunning, sculpted physique then stood and dropped his pants.
His cock sprang free, standing at full attention and making my pulse stall and my mouth dry in anticipation. He was thick and long and bigger than I expected. I couldn’t believe I’d had that in me the other night. No wonder he hadn’t let me see or touch it. I would have gotten even more nervous for my first time and it wouldn’t have been nearly as enjoyable.
And now all I could think about was wrapping my fingers around him and licking the glistening drop of precum from his tip.
I reached for him, eager for that taste, but he picked me up before I could grasp him. Water rushed from my body and poured over his hips and thighs, but he didn’t seem to care. He carried me out of the bathroom, through the open-style kitchen-living room, and into the bedroom.
The room was furnished like the rest of the cabin with well-used, worn furniture, and the blanket, the linens, and the curtain on the window were mismatched, giving it a homey, lived-in feel. Someone had set out towels for us at the foot of the bed along with a pitcher of water and two glasses on the nightstand.
Shivers wracked my body, but I didn’t know if they were from the fever burning me up or the anticipation of having Bishop inside me again.
“I promise I’ll always take care of you,” Bishop murmured, capturing me with one strong arm behind my waist to steady me on my feet and drying my back with a soft towel.
His hard length dug into my belly and the ache in my core burned hotter.
Moaning, I leaned into him, savoring his scent of fresh-cut grass and comfort, and slid my hands over his wet skin. My fingertips traced over his rippling ads before I dipped them lower, following the V at his hips down to his cock, and wrapped my fingers around him just like I wanted.
A deep, masculine groan escaped his lips, ratcheting up my need, and I teased my fingers up his length and slid them through the precum leaking from his tip.
“Fuck, Audrey,” he gasped through clenched teeth. “I can’t lose control. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I don’t care,” I begged.
“I know you don’t, beautiful. But still—” He palmed my mound and his fingers slid through my folds and slick arousal.
My body bucked into him, eager, needing, desperate, and I tightened my grip on his cock. “I need you. Please, Bishop.”
With a groan, he captured my lips in a searing kiss and pushed me back onto the bed. I gasped into his mouth, my breath ragged, and his slickened fingers found my clit. More shuddering need and desperation roared through me, and I clawed at his head and shoulders. More. I needed more. So much more.
“Bish—” My core clenched, relief flooding me as I spun on sensation and light.
But just like the orgasm in the tub, the feeling didn’t last. I couldn’t reach the top, couldn’t fall into satisfied bliss. I was consumed with a hunger that just couldn’t be satiated.
Tears pricked my eyes. I didn’t want this.
Please. How do I reach the finish line?
How long was it going to last? And was every heat in this realm going to be like this? I’d go insane.
Bishop pulled his hand away, the sudden absence of his touch making me sob. He hadn’t even been inside me, but his retreat felt like a rejection. God, it was so much worse than Knox. Bishop had promised to protect me, take care of me, and now?—
His cock pressed into my entrance and my spiraling thoughts lurched.
Oh, yes. Please, yes.
A mini climax shuddered through me, growing stronger with every inch he slowly pushed into me. It crashed into a full-blown release when our pelvises pressed together.
“Fuck,” Bishop groaned, his body trembling.
He squeezed his eyes shut and sucked in long breaths, trying to get himself under control. But he was staying perfectly still to do it, and I just couldn’t stay still, not long enough for him to get a hold of himself, not even for a second.
I needed more, stronger, faster. I had to move, had to feel his incredible cock sliding along the walls of my channel, building my desire higher and higher.
My hips rocked, moving the fraction they could with him pinning me down.
God, please. I need him to fuck me into oblivion.
I clawed at his powerful shoulders, digging my nails into his flesh, and strained to satisfy myself. But I couldn’t get enough movement or friction.
Then Bishop growled low in his throat and opened his eyes. Darkness had flooded his irises, making the green flecks stand out in sharp contrast. His wolf was at the surface of his consciousness, if it hadn’t already taken over.
“Fuck me,” I begged, not caring if I was talking to the man or the beast. Just please, fuck me.
With a snarl, he withdrew and plunged back inside me. Hard. The impact shuddered up my body in a delicious wave that pulled a moan from my throat.
That seemed to be the permission he needed because he grabbed my hips, withdrew, and thrust back in again.
I bucked up to meet him, the impact reminding me of the wild sex with my dream Knox.
In the back of my mind, I was pretty sure my body wasn’t ready for even a fraction of the aggressive sex I’d had in my dreams, but I didn’t care. Nothing could stop the need screaming through me.
Bishop’s fingers dug into my flesh hard enough to leave bruises, but that pain felt so good and there wasn’t any other, not like I’d expect for having sex for the second time in my life. Only pleasure.
He pounded into me, spinning me tighter and tighter. I panted and moaned and begged for more. More more more.
The wave building inside me was stronger than even the ones I’d fantasized about in my dreams, and I clung to it as it took me higher and higher.
It broke with an eruption of bliss that crashed through me. Every muscle in my body clenched tight and stars exploded behind my eyes. It spun me around and around, darkness and light snapped through my vision, shot through every hyper-sensitive nerve, and rang in my soul.
A golden nimbus filled me and I was weightless, floating in bliss, warm and safe. I was home. Exactly where I was supposed to be.
Because Bishop was mine.