Page 65 of Ignited Spirits
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 canlook 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 ofme 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.
