Page 64 of Ignited Spirits
“I love you, too, quiet boy.” She bites her lip uncertainly before blowing out a breath. “If I’m being honest, you being a badass vigilante who takes out the worst of the worst, that my brothers and I could only dream of taking down, is kinda hot.”
I choke on a surprised laugh at that. Of all the reactions I expected her to have when she learned about my past and how I dealt with it, finding it attractive wasn’t one of them.
She smiles at my laughter, and it makes my heart feel like it’s going to beat out of my chest. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how something as simple as a smile or laugh from her can make my day.
Isabel squirms around my lap, trying to find a comfortable position. I groan as she rubs herself against my dick, the thinmaterial of my sweats and her panties doing nothing to disguise the heat of her center.
She pauses and turns wide eyes to me. “Am I hurting you?”
I shake my head, unable to muster the brainpower to form any words as she starts moving again, sending all the blood to my cock. Placing my hands on her hips, I still her distracting motion. “No, you didn’t hurt me.”
“Why’d you make a pained sound, then?”
“Because you were grinding your pussy over my dick, angel. I seem to lack any control around you, so I’m doing my best not to push aside your panties and slide into you.”
Her eyes dilate and her breathing picks up. Isabel’s obvious interest in what everything in me is screaming to do snaps what little remains of my restraint.
I reach my hand between her legs and pull her already damp panties to the side. Without warning, I shove a finger in, causing her to let out a choked shout. After a few pumps, I add another finger. With each thrust, my thumb brushes her clit, sending her spiraling higher until she clamps down on me and comes with a long moan.
Removing my fingers from her tight heat, I lift her up until she’s kneeling over me and push my sweatpants down. Shoving her panties aside again, I wrap my fist around my dick and position it so I can lower her onto me. The head of my cock just breaches her entrance when the door slams open.
CHAPTER 22
IZZY
Turning 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.
