Page 11 of Wolf Desired

My body bucked into him, eager, needing, desperate, and I tightened my grip on his cock. “I need you. Please, Bishop.”

With a groan, he captured my lips in a searing kiss and pushed me back onto the bed. I gasped into his mouth, my breath ragged, and his slickened fingers found my clit. More shuddering need and desperation roared through me, and I clawed at his head and shoulders. More. I needed more. So much more.

“Bish—” My core clenched, relief flooding me as I spun on sensation and light.

But just like the orgasm in the tub, the feeling didn’t last. I couldn’t reach the top, couldn’t fall into satisfied bliss. I was consumed with a hunger that just couldn’t be satiated.

Tears pricked my eyes. I didn’t want this.

Please. How do I reach the finish line?

How long was it going to last? And was every heat in this realm going to be like this? I’d go insane.

Bishop pulled his hand away, the sudden absence of his touch making me sob. He hadn’t even been inside me, but his retreat felt like a rejection. God, it was so much worse than Knox. Bishop had promised to protect me, take care of me, and now—

His cock pressed into my entrance and my spiraling thoughts lurched.

Oh, yes. Please, yes.

A mini climax shuddered through me, growing stronger with every inch he slowly pushed into me. It crashed into a full-blown release when our pelvises pressed together.

“Fuck,” Bishop groaned, his body trembling.

He squeezed his eyes shut and sucked in long breaths, trying to get himself under control. But he was staying perfectly still to do it, and I just couldn’t stay still, not long enough for him to get a hold of himself, not even for a second.

I needed more, stronger, faster. I had to move, had to feel his incredible cock sliding along the walls of my channel, building my desire higher and higher.

My hips rocked, moving the fraction they could with him pinning me down.

God, please. I need him to fuck me into oblivion.

I clawed at his powerful shoulders, digging my nails into his flesh, and strained to satisfy myself. But I couldn’t get enough movement or friction.

Then Bishop growled low in his throat and opened his eyes. Darkness had flooded his irises, making the green flecks stand out in sharp contrast. His wolf was at the surface of his consciousness, if it hadn’t already taken over.

“Fuck me,” I begged, not caring if I was talking to the man or the beast.Just please, fuck me.

With a snarl, he withdrew and plunged back inside me. Hard. The impact shuddered up my body in a delicious wave that pulled a moan from my throat.

That seemed to be the permission he needed because he grabbed my hips, withdrew, and thrust back in again.

I bucked up to meet him, the impact reminding me of the wild sex with my dream Knox.

In the back of my mind, I was pretty sure my body wasn’t ready for even a fraction of the aggressive sex I’d had in my dreams, but I didn’t care. Nothing could stop the need screaming through me.

Bishop’s fingers dug into my flesh hard enough to leave bruises, but that pain felt so good and there wasn’t any other, not like I’d expect for having sex for the second time in my life. Only pleasure.

He pounded into me, spinning me tighter and tighter. I panted and moaned and begged for more. More more more.

The wave building inside me was stronger than even the ones I’d fantasized about in my dreams, and I clung to it as it took me higher and higher.

It broke with an eruption of bliss that crashed through me. Every muscle in my body clenched tight and stars exploded behind my eyes. It spun me around and around, darkness and light snapped through my vision, shot through every hyper-sensitive nerve, and rang in my soul.

A golden nimbus filled me and I was weightless, floating in bliss, warm and safe. I was home. Exactly where I was supposed to be.

Because Bishop was mine.

---