Page 66 of Ignited Spirits
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 notmuch 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 neverwant 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.”
