Page 36 of Ignited Spirits (Haunted Magic #3)

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T urning around, I’m surprised to see Bishop standing in the doorway, his heavy-lidded gaze taking in the scene.

“Something I can help you with, St. James?” I intend for my voice to come out strong and annoyed, but it sounds breathy instead.

He doesn’t say a word as he quietly closes the door behind him. An uneasy shiver crawls up my spine as he stalks over to me, his gaze locked on the place where Cain and I are joined.

Cain slowly lowers me until his cock is fully inside me, stealing my attention from Bishop.

I gasp at how overwhelmingly full I feel from him.

I fight to keep my eyes open, wanting to watch him.

He has his head thrown back, and his eyes are squeezed tightly shut.

His hands flex on my hips before he opens his green eyes to watch me watch him.

Hands shoving under my borrowed gray shirt yank my focus back to Bishop. “Arms up,” he growls.

I comply without a thought, and he slides the tee off me before dropping it carelessly on the floor. I fight the urge to cover my bare chest, as I’m only wearing a pair of purple undies right now.

Bishop cups my breasts, and any modesty flies out the window at the sensation of him kneading them. When he pinches my nipples between his fingers, I moan at how good the pleasure-pain feels. He plays with my breasts for a few moments before reluctantly stepping back.

My gaze bounces between the two of them, wondering what exactly is going on here. The part of me that I’m trying to ignore lights up at the thought of Bishop watching Cain fuck me. My core clenches down on Cain at the mental image, and he lets out another pained groan.

“What are you thinking about that has you strangling my cock like that?” Cain asks in a husky voice.

Ducking my head to hide the blush I know is creeping up my face, I don’t answer. Cain grips my chin and forces me to look at him, not letting me escape from his question.

“I was thinking about St. James watching you fuck me,” I whisper, feeling embarrassed about the odd desire.

Instead of being weirded out, a wicked smile spreads across Cain’s face. “Mmm, you like being watched, angel?”

I shrug. “I guess so? I don’t really know what all I like yet.” While I’ve gotten it on with most of my mates, I still don’t have a ton of sexual experience in general.

“I’m happy to help you explore what you like, but the mage needs to keep his hands to himself while I fuck you. My animals are not in the mood to share this time.” His voice is a deep growl by the time he finishes, and his eyes are glowing the faint red of his hellhound.

“I can do that,” Bishop agrees without a fight. “But I want her when you’re finished.” He takes a step back, giving Cain some room while still being able to watch me.

I feel a little like a toy they’re negotiating playtime with, but I don’t have the chance to grouse about it, because Cain gives him a sharp nod and starts moving beneath me.

My hands fly to his shoulders to steady myself.

His hips buck when I dig my nails into the skin and muscle there, so I do it a little harder, pulling a moan from him.

My gaze flicks to his, and I find him already staring at me.

He doesn’t say anything as he continues to slowly thrust in and out of me.

I raise up on my knees and slam down on him, trying to get him to pick up his glacial pace. A laugh rumbles in his chest as he tightens his hands on my hips, preventing me from moving. “I set the pace here, Isabel. Each time you try to control it, I’ll just move slower, understand?”

I huff at him before nodding. “I understand.”

I would’ve expected my sweet Cain to be sweet in bed, but it seems like he’s just as dominant and controlling as the others. As much as I pretend to be annoyed by it, it gets me going in the bedroom—not that I’ll ever admit it.

He flashes me a smile before lifting me up at an excruciatingly slow pace. Fortunately for my sanity, he slams me back down harder and faster.

Cain shifts one of his hands farther toward my center so that his thumb brushes my clit each time he slams me down. My head falls back at how good it feels as he drives me closer and closer to coming.

With my head thrown back, my eyes lock with Bishop’s.

He’s leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, watching me intently. While he looks relaxed at a quick glance, he’s clenching his jaw so hard the tendons in his neck are turning white. It’s clearly taking all of his willpower to hold himself back right now.

As much as I want to push him and test the limits of his control, that’s probably not a great idea right now, not with Cain already on edge.

One of Cain’s hands threads through my hair before turning me toward him. “Look at me, Isabel. When it’s his turn, you can look wherever you want, but when I’m inside you, keep those gorgeous gray eyes on me.”

I shiver at the husky command and do my best to follow his instructions.

His mouth curves up in a satisfied smirk as my gaze stays trained on his face. As a reward for listening to him, Cain picks up his pace until I hurtle over the edge with a hoarse shout. My vision goes black as the intense pleasure does its best to consume me.

When I come back to myself, Cain is tense underneath me, like he’s trying to hold himself back. “Do you want the bond, angel? My wolf is riding me hard to bite you. If you don’t want it, then we need to stop.”

“Of course I want it, quiet boy. I love you, and although it may be selfish of me, I want to be tied to you forever.”

“Not selfish,” he grunts before crushing me to his sweat-slicked chest.

His lips and tongue trace over my shoulder as he continues slowly thrusting. Without warning, his teeth clamp down on my shoulder. The bite of pain quickly transforms into all-consuming pleasure that sends me into another orgasm.

As soon as his teeth break skin, my magic swells up and explodes out of me.

It slams into Cain hard enough to have him arching under me.

I’m still trying not to drown in my climax, so I only distantly hear Cain groan before his hips jerk a few times.

With a muttered curse, he finishes in me, filling me with his warm cum.

I feel a bond snap into place between us.

Unlike my other bonds, this one feels… multilayered.

I don’t know if that’s because Cain has both a wolf and a hellhound or if it has anything to do with the little flame he left on my wrist yesterday.

We still need to talk about whatever that was at some point.

Whatever it is has no impact on how good it feels to have that connection to him. It feels like a missing part of my soul snaps into place with each bond I form with my mates.

As we both come down from our orgasms, Cain kisses along the new mark on my shoulder, causing me to tremble in his arms. Laughter rumbles in his chest at how sensitive I am to his touch right now.

If I had the energy to lift my head, I’d glare at him for finding it funny. As it is, I just snuggle deeper into his chest.

“You done?” Bishop’s gruff voice breaks the peaceful moment.

“No, but you can touch her now,” Cain concedes while making no move to release me. “My wolf is pretty content at the moment, but I want to hold her longer.”

“I can work with that,” Bishop responds as he pushes off the wall and walks past me. With Cain still holding me to his chest, I can’t really watch Bishop’s movements.

A zipper is pulled down moments before my hips are lifted. Bishop sets me on my knees with my ass in the air. I let out an embarrassing whimper as Cain slips out. My top half is still pressed into Cain, though, so I can’t watch what Bishop is doing.

While I was worried about Bishop fucking me from behind last time, Cain’s steady heartbeat under my ear and solid chest under my hands help ground me in the moment.

Although, I don’t have much time to dwell on it, because Bishop shoves his cock into me without warning, sliding easily through the mixture of Cain’s and my cum.

I cry out at the intrusion.

Bishop doesn’t give me even a second to adjust to him before he starts thrusting in me hard and fast. My walls are sensitive and swollen from all the orgasms, so the drag of Bishop’s cock inside me is blurring the line between pleasure and pain.

Part of me wants to tell him to stop, while the other part wants to beg him to take me even harder.

It’s a confusing time for my poor, sex-overloaded brain.

Luckily, Bishop doesn’t need any direction from me, because I don’t think I could form a coherent sentence right now if my life depended on it.

The force of Bishop’s thrusts is causing me to slide up Cain, so I put my hands on the bed and try to push up. A firm hand landing on my back stops me before pressing me back down onto Cain’s hard chest.

Bishop gathers both my arms behind my back, forcing me to lay all of my weight on Cain. He holds my wrists behind me with one of his hands.

I try to break free, but his grip is too strong.

Leaning over me until his lips brush my ear, Bishop growls, “Stop testing me, sweetheart.”

“Or what?” I ask breathlessly, unable to resist the urge to push him.

He chuckles, the sound deep and menacing.

“Or I’ll punish you for all the reckless, dangerous, and heart-stopping shit you’ve pulled since I last fucked you.

I can promise you that you’ll be unable to sit for at least a week, and your little pussy will be sore for days.

If that’s what you want, then keep defying me. ”

My eyes widen at his promise. It’s not a threat, because I know he will absolutely follow through on everything he said if I do keep pushing him.

His promises turn me on more than I want to admit, but I’m already wrung out from Cain fucking me and completing the mating bond.

I don’t think I can handle Bishop’s particular brand of intense right now on top of everything else.

“I’ll stop,” I whisper as I go limp in his arms, any fight draining out of me as I just hold on for the ride. There’s not much I can do right now with my ass in the air and hands held behind my back, anyway.

“Good girl,” he rasps before he sits back up. He keeps his hold on my wrists and uses his other hand to steady my hips as he mercilessly pounds into me.

Bishop moves his hand around to rest on my stomach so he can play with my clit. It doesn’t take long until I’m coming apart with a shout I muffle against Cain’s chest.

Continuing to pump into me, Bishop prolongs my orgasm until I don’t know if I can survive the pleasure. When I’ve come down from my climax, he starts thrusting even faster until he comes in me with a groan.

When he pulls out, I feel cum run down my thighs. Bishop scoops it up and shoves it back into me. I whimper at the feel of his fingers in my sensitive core as he keeps pushing the cum back into me. When he’s satisfied with his work, he tugs my undies back into place.

Bishop hooks an arm around me before flopping down on the bed, pulling me with him. I’m facing Cain with Bishop pressed against my back. Cain grabs one of my hands and intertwines our fingers. None of us says anything as we just enjoy just being for a moment amidst all the chaos of life lately.

“When’s the last time you took your birth control potion?” Bishop asks, his deep voice breaking the peaceful quiet.

“What?” I ask, wondering where the random question came from.

He nuzzles his face against my neck before pressing, “Have you missed a dose with everything going on?”

My heart beats harder in my chest before I realize that I’m still covered. I blow out a relieved breath. “I’m good for a little while. The potion lasts for six months.”

“Pity,” I’m pretty sure I hear Bishop mutter under his breath.

I whip around to look at him over my shoulder in shock. “What?”

He gives me a half smile, and his baby blues light with mischief. “You heard me, sweetheart.”

My mouth opens and closes a few times as I gape at him, unsure what to say. “You want to knock me up?”

Bishop snorts, like I just asked a really dumb question. “Of course I do. We all do. I can’t wait to see you big and round with my baby someday.”

I face forward to look at Cain, who shrugs. “He’s not wrong, but I’d obviously never act on it until you’re ready.”

“What if I never am?” I ask in a small voice.

Sure, I’ve thought about having kids one day, but I never really gave it serious consideration. I was supposed to die early, so what was the point of ever thinking about what my future would look like?

I like working with kids, but I am so not fit to be a mom right now, and possibly not ever. I’m way too immature, impulsive, and reckless to be tasked with keeping another creature alive. Plus, my life is jumping from one danger to the next, which is not a great way for a kid to grow up.

My lungs seize up as I realize that I never discussed expectations with my mates. What if never being ready for kids is a deal-breaker? I don’t think I’ll survive any of them leaving at this point.

“Then you never are,” Cain says simply, his green eyes bouncing over my probably panicked expression. His words ease some of the fear trying to crush my chest. “You’re perfect as you are. I don’t need anything other than you to make me the happiest man alive.”

Bishop hugs me to him with the arm slung around my middle, the tight hold further dispelling the panic trying to swallow me. “I will always love you, no matter what. If you never want children, that’s okay, baby. I just thought you wanted them with how much you love working with kids.”

“I haven’t really thought about it. I never saw the point in thinking about the future.”

What’s left unspoken is when I never thought I’d have one . Spirit mages aren’t exactly known for our longevity, so it was a reasonable expectation. And with the way things are going with Lua, it still might be what happens.

Bishop’s arm tightens around me and Cain’s eyes darken at the mention of me not having a future.

Cain cups my face with one hand, tenderly brushing his thumb along my jaw. “Well, once we get rid of Lua, you’ll have plenty of time to think about what you want your future to look like. How’s that sound, angel?”

Terrifying.

Life’s a lot simpler when you don’t have to plan for the next couple hundred years. The prospect of living for so long honestly scares the shit out of me.

But I don’t say any of that. Instead, I give Cain what I hope is a genuine-seeming smile and lie. “It sounds great.”