Page 9 of Shadowed Spirits (Haunted Magic #2)

CHAPTER 9

IZZY

I swallow nervously and give him a jerky nod. Staring longingly at the comfy couch and the buffer of other people between me and Bishop, I reluctantly follow him into Levi’s bedroom. He slams the door closed behind us and throws up a silencing dome.

Well, that’s not a good sign.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” he growls as he advances on me. I back up, but he follows me until my back hits the wall next to Levi’s bed. I can see the door across the room, and I have the urge to bolt for safety. But Bishop doesn’t let me as he slaps both of his hands on the wall near my head, caging me in. He leans in until we’re practically nose to nose.

As much as I may not want to face Bishop’s wrath, I’m not scared of him. Him holding me against the wall doesn’t activate my fight-or-flight response, because I trust him, more than anyone. Instead, I just feel inconveniently turned on by his hard body against mine.

“You’ll have to be more specific. I do a lot of shit you don’t approve of,” I snark. A part of me I refuse to acknowledge hurts at constantly disappointing him. I’m trying my best. It never feels like it’s enough for him, which kills me. I just want to be what he, and my other mates, want.

Bishop grinds his teeth for a moment, letting the silence stretch until it’s so uncomfortable, I start fidgeting. “Now’s not the time to remind me of all the things I need to spank your ass for, Isabel. Unless that’s what you want.” I stare at him, wide-eyed, but don’t say anything. I’m intrigued at the thought of him spanking me, but I have no idea if I’d like it. “That’s what I thought. I’m talking about you antagonizing Hades. He could’ve fucking killed you for the way you spoke to him!”

“He didn’t, so I don’t see what the problem is.” I cross my arms defiantly, which pushes my boobs up toward Bishop. His eyes flick down to stare at my tits for a moment before he refocuses on me.

“The problem is that you constantly put yourself in danger. God-fucking-damn it, Izzy! You’re going to get yourself killed at this rate,” he roars, pain and grief and fear bleeding into his angry words. My chest aches from making him hurt like that, but I don’t know how to fix it.

“I don’t care!” I shout at him, even though that’s not true anymore. As he pointed out, I have people who care if I’m alive. I refuse to let them down by dying from my own stupidity. At this point, I’m just arguing to avoid dealing with my heart feeling like it’s a torn, bloody mess at Bishop’s disappointment.

“Well, I fucking do, you stubborn woman! I love you, Isabel Magnolia Gallagher. I have since we were kids. And I need you, so damn much it makes it hard to breathe sometimes.”

I gape at him casually telling me he loves me, but I don’t have a chance to say anything. Bishop slams his lips onto mine. When I gasp, he shoves his tongue into my mouth, tangling it with mine. The kiss is hard and demanding and all-consuming. I love every minute of it.

As he’s devouring my mouth, Bishop shoves one of his legs between mine. He pushes his thigh up until I can only touch the ground with my tiptoes. I whimper at the pressure on my clit that’s blurring the line between pain and pleasure. Squirming around, I try to find a better position.

Shoving one of his hands under my ass, Bishop moves me up and down his strong thigh. I moan into his mouth as I spiral closer and closer to climaxing from riding his leg. When I’m about to hurtle over the edge, he rips his mouth from mine and pauses his movement to stare down at me.

“You want me to stuff your little virgin pussy full of my cock?” he rasps. I let out a pathetic whimper and nod, needing to come around him in this moment more than I’ve ever needed anything. Bishop chuckles, the sound dark and menacing. “Then you should’ve been a good girl, sweetheart. Only good girls get fucked and filled up with my cum. The only place you’re getting my cock today is in your troublemaking mouth. You want that?”

My mouth is suddenly parched, so I have to lick my lips before I can respond. Bishop’s gaze hungrily tracks the movement. “Yes.”

“Then take off your shoes, jeans, and panties, and kneel on the ground.” He steps back to allow me to follow his directions. My eyes flick between his blue ones for a long moment as I hesitate. Seeing my uncertainty, Bishop tenderly cups my face. “Let me make one thing crystal clear—you’re in control. The second you say stop or tap my thigh twice if your mouth is full, this stops. This only ever goes as far as you want it to.”

I see the truth of what he’s saying written all over his face, and I know the type of man he is. He’ll never do anything I don’t want, but that’s not why I’ve been hesitating. I’m nervous because I’ve never done anything like this before. What if I’m awful at it? What if I do something wrong? What if Bishop doesn’t want me anymore after?

It’s easy to lose myself to the what-ifs, but worrying doesn’t fix anything. I want this with Bishop, so I need to woman up and just do it already. I take a moment to make sure my magic is locked down, so I don’t accidentally bond with Bishop. I’m trying to let him in, but I’m still not ready to tie him to me for life.

Blowing out a hard breath, I unlace and kick off my white Chucks. With shaking fingers, I undo the button to my jeans and slide them and my undies down my legs. My black band shirt falls to mid-thigh when it’s not tucked in, so I’m completely covered. I feel so vulnerable, though, as I kneel on the thick carpet.

Once I’m on my knees, Bishop reaches behind him with one arm to whip off his black tee. He lets it drop carelessly on the ground behind him as he deftly undoes his button and zipper. My gaze greedily roves over his hard pecs and abs as I hold my breath, waiting for him to pull out his dick.

He pushes his boxer briefs down, and his cock springs free. It’s long and thick, with veins standing out starkly along the shaft. I’m not sure my hand could fully wrap around him with how girthy he is. The head has precum beaded up on it, which I have an urge to lick like a lollipop.

Instead of giving in to my impulse, I look up at Bishop for what to do. “Open your mouth and put your hands on my thighs.” I do as he says, placing my hands on the worn denim of his jeans. He fists the base of his dick. Moving closer to me, he pushes the tip past my lips. He tangles his other hand in my hair to hold me in place as he starts shallowly thrusting into my mouth.

His salty flavor explodes over my tongue as I swirl it around the head. I’m surprised by how much I like the taste of him, and how much sucking him is turning me on. I rub my thighs together, trying to use the friction to get some relief. I’m so wet, I can feel it dripping down my legs.

Bishop notices what I’m doing, and he pauses. “Spread your legs. Only good girls get to come.” I don’t listen, instead choosing to glare at him defiantly. He growls and steps closer to kick my legs apart. I lose my balance and fall forward before I can steady myself with my hands on his thighs. I try to move back, but he doesn’t let me. Shoving me farther on his cock until I gag, he pulls back after a long moment, leaving only the tip in my mouth. “Listen to me when I tell you to do something, Isabel, unless you want to keep getting punished.”

He watches me for a beat to make sure I’m okay before he snaps his hips forward a little. Bishop keeps steadily going deeper until he hits the back of my throat. When my throat muscles convulse, I try to pull back, but he holds me still. My eyes water from the choking sensation as he finally retreats. I have time to gulp in a greedy lungful of air before he thrusts deep once more. When I struggle to move back again, Bishop retreats slightly.

“Stop. Stop fighting me.” At his sharp order, I stare up at Bishop with tears leaking out the corners of my eyes from my gag reflex. “You know I’d never do anything to hurt you, sweetheart. But tensing up like this is going to make your throat sore tomorrow. Either tell me to stop or relax and let me in.”

Exhaling through my nose, I try to consciously relax my muscles. I don’t want this to stop. I’m enjoying it too much, even when he’s choking me on his dick.

When he feels me loosen up, Bishop pushes in farther again. I try swallowing around him to prevent gagging. It works, for the most part, but my throat reflexively constricts a bit. He holds me there until I relax again. Then he pushes farther without any resistance. After a few of his thrusts, my nose brushes against his pubic bone. He groans when I swallow around him and speeds up his pace until he’s roughly fucking my mouth. I can’t do anything other than take it, which I enjoy way more than I thought I would.

When his hips buck erratically, Bishop pinches his eyes closed before pinning me with his intense stare. “I’m about to come in your mouth, and you’re going to be a good girl and swallow every drop.”

I give him as much of a nod as I can with him holding my head in place. I try to relax so he can keep thrusting. When his thigh muscles bunch under my hands and he pulls me back, my gaze clashes with Luca’s. He’s standing near the door, watching the entire thing hungrily.

My eyes widen just as Bishop shoves me all the way down on his dick. I choke in surprise as he shoots cum down my throat with a low groan. I have to focus on swallowing to keep from spilling any of it. I don’t know where the urge comes from, but I want to be a good girl for him.

Once he finishes, Bishop reluctantly pulls out of my mouth and tucks his still-hard cock back in his boxer briefs. He strokes my hair affectionately before stepping to the side. Gripping my chin, he forces me to look at Luca. “You want to be a good girl for your wolf and let him fuck your mouth too?”

I try to look at Bishop in surprise, but his grip on my face prevents me from doing so. Instead, I stare at Luca’s aquamarine eyes swirling with heat. “You knew he was here?”

Bishop hums and releases my chin so I can look up at him. “I did, but you didn’t answer my question.”

“Yes. I want to be a good girl for him,” I whisper, needing them both to think I’m good. I know vulnerability is showing on my face when Bishop’s eyes soften, and he crouches down to be level with me. He gives me a sweet, lingering kiss.

“Good. Now, get on your hands and knees,” Bishop orders as he straightens up. I melt at his praise before following Bishop’s directions. He walks around to kneel behind me. “Move forward a little.” I crawl toward Luca a foot before Bishop grabs my hips to stop me.

Luca stalks toward me, not even pausing as he rips off his blue tee and yanks open his fly. When he reaches me, he kneels. With me on all fours, my head is level with his crotch. Flicking his eyes to Bishop behind me, Luca has a silent conversation with him. When they’re finished, Luca looks down at me, pushes his boxers down, and pulls his dick out. It’s a little thicker than Bishop’s, which is mildly concerning because Bishop’s cock was already stretching my jaw to its limits.

I don’t even want to think about how both of their dicks would absolutely destroy my pussy with how big they are. That’s a problem for future Izzy to worry about.

“Open up.” I open my mouth while keeping my gaze on his. He pushes in slowly until he reaches the back of my throat. His eyes roll back in his head before he pulls out to thrust again. “Fuck, wildcat. You feel so good. Where the hell did you learn to deepthroat like that?”

Luca is gentler and more hesitant than Bishop was. He’s laser focused on my reactions, making sure he isn’t ever pushing in too far. When I don’t show any sign of being hurt or uncomfortable, Luca grows bolder until he’s fucking my face the way he wants to.

“From me.” Bishop pushes my shirt up over my ass, baring my center to him. I don’t have time to be embarrassed, because my focus is on keeping up with how Luca is using my mouth.

Bishop’s fingers skim over my mound before parting my pussy lips. He shoves a finger in me without warning. I cry out at the intrusion, but it’s muffled around Luca’s dick. As Bishop moves in and out of me, his finger makes wet noises that echo in the quiet bedroom. “You’re so fucking wet and tight, sweetheart.”

Before I’m fully used to one finger, Bishop shoves another one in. I shout in surprise, which comes out as a squeak around Luca. Bishop doesn’t give me a second to adjust as he ruthlessly thrusts into me. My pussy feels like it’s stretched past what I can handle with just his two fingers. But with every push inside me, Bishop’s thumb grazes my clit, turning the uncomfortable stretching into pure pleasure as I slowly inch my way to the edge.

Every snap of Luca’s hips pushes me farther onto Bishop, and every thrust of Bishop’s fingers forces me to take Luca deeper. They sync their push-and-pull movements perfectly, so I’m always filled by one of them. With them coordinating our movements, there isn’t anything for me to do but get lost in their punishing rhythm.

Before I know it, I’m coming with a scream around Bishop’s fingers. My vision goes black as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, trying to drown me in the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. It’s also the only one I’ve had from someone else. Bishop prolongs it by continuing to shove his fingers in me as I shudder.

I don’t know how long it takes for the spots to clear from my vision. When they do, I see Luca with his head thrown back and his face twisted in a grimace. He continues rocking his hips forward and back, shoving his cock in and out of my throat. Like he can sense my gaze on him, Luca snaps open his eyes to stare down at me. “I’m going to come in your pretty little mouth, wildcat, and you’re going to drink it all down,” he gruffly orders.

I don’t get a chance to respond before his hips stutter, and he comes with a shout. Salty liquid floods my mouth as Luca uses his grip on my hair to shove me all the way down on his cock. I do the best I can to swallow all his cum, but some dribbles down my chin.

Luca pulls his dick out and wipes up the cum trailing down with his finger. He then pushes it between my swollen lips. “Suck.” I hollow my cheeks and swirl my tongue around him while I keep my gaze focused on him. He eventually pulls it out before he bends down to haul me up by my waist. Luca crushes me against his chest. I wrap my arms around his neck and sink into his hug.

Tears prick my eyes as I’m overwhelmed by everything we just did and all the messy, complicated feelings I have for both of them. And my other three mates. When Bishop presses against my back and wraps his arm around my waist, I lose my battle as a few traitorous tears leak out.

Luca must feel them drip onto his bare chest because he pulls back from me to look at me. His face is filled with panic when he sees my expression. “What’s wrong, Izzy? Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head and put my hands on Luca’s chest to comfort him. “You didn’t hurt me. I promise.” I try to figure out how to explain what I’m feeling, when I don’t even understand it myself. “I’m just… overwhelmed, I guess.”

I catch a glimpse of Luca’s face softening in understanding before Bishop spins me around to face him. He presses a tender kiss to my forehead and hugs me to him. Cupping the back of my head, he guides it to lie against his shoulder.

“It’s been a long day, and that was a lot, especially for your first time. Let’s get you into bed, sweetheart.” When I make a distressed noise at the thought of being separated from them, Bishop adds, “We’ll get in with you and hold you. How does that sound?”

After getting a nod from me, Bishop stands, still holding me with one arm under my ass. I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks the few steps to Levi’s massive bed. Bishop pulls back the covers with one hand before kicking off his jeans. He knee-walks to the center and lays me down on my side, facing away from him. Then he crawls in after me and spoons me, wrapping his warm body around mine. He shoves one thigh between my legs and throws an arm over my upper half, his fingers splaying out around the base of my throat.

Luca walks around the bed, pushes down his jeans, and climbs in on the other side. He drapes one arm over my waist and gently brushes my hair out of my face with his other hand. “That was your first time?” I give him a hesitant nod, unsure about his reaction to finding out I’m a virgin. His eyes fill with tenderness. “Thank you for trusting me with something so special, wildcat.”

I’m startled to realize that I do trust Luca. A lot. In fact, I trust all of the wolves and Levi more than I thought possible. I’ve tried so hard to keep them at a distance, but they’ve all found their way through my defenses. Whether getting close to me is a good or bad thing for them in the long run, I don’t know.

An almost purring noise rattling Luca’s chest yanks me from my thoughts. I look up at him in surprise, and he just shrugs. His purring is so soothing, I don’t bug him for answers. Instead, I close my eyes as I fight to stay awake. It’s a losing battle as I gradually drift off, feeling as safe as I ever have, tucked securely between Bishop and Luca.