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“I might not have a choice. It’s not up to me. Or even you.” The words fall between us, but each one tastes wrong, and I long to take them back as soon as they’re out.
Bishop brings his hand up to my cheek, and I lean into his warmth, desperate to feel close to him. “I won’t let it happen, love. And I’m not the only one that has fallen for you. We all have. Even fucking Kaos has pulled his head out of his ass.”
A small smile tips up the corners of my lips at the subject. The transformation of the grumpiest of my men has been so distinct it’s hard to believe he’s the same person he was a week ago. One minute, he couldn’t stand to be in the same room as me, and the next, he’s all over me.
“When we had that conversation, none of us knew you, we didn’t know what you would come to mean to us. There’s no way you’re going anywhere. I promise.”
I know better than to take people at their word. After all, my own father gave me away before I was even born. But for some reason, when the promise leaves his lips, I believe him.
Before I can respond, his lips crash down on mine, and I groan at the feel of his weight pressing me into the mattress. His tongue surges between my lips, demanding entry and not taking no for an answer. Not that I would reject him. I crave him, and the more often he kisses me, the more I long for him.
I wrap my arms around his neck, tugging him closer to me as I lift my hips into his. I may have entered this complex as an innocent virgin when it came to all things intimate, but I’m not anymore. Not when they’ve all touched me in a way I never thought possible.
“Love,” Bishop warns, but his gravelly tone only makes me smile against his lips. “Keep that up, and I won’t be able to stop.”
“Good,” I whisper.
His emerald eyes stare me down, searching for hesitation, but I know he won’t find any. It makes sense for him to be my first, and out of the four of them, he’s the only one I trust not to actually break me my first time. I’m not so jaded to think he can be gentle, because men like him don’t have that option, but at least he won’t be introducing me to knife play my first time like Kovu threatened last week.
“Please, Bishop.” I drag my swollen lip between my teeth, my breath ragged, as I realize for the first time that he might reject me. He might not want this as badly as I do, and I’ll have to accept that. Maybe I’ve read all this wrong. Maybe he doesn’t want to be the one to go slow with the virgin.
But then his eyes flare with lust and his lips crash down on mine, taking everything he needs from me, and I’m powerless to deny him a single thing he wants.
I shove at his boxer briefs, trying desperately to free his cock, but he’s too huge, and my arms aren’t long enough to execute it.
Bishop chuckles, his smile bright, when he stares down at me. “You are desperate for me, love. Just how I like you.”
He snakes a hand between us, sliding into my panties expertly and immediately finding my sensitive clit.
A moan escapes my throat, and he smirks down at me, pleased with himself to have so easily elicited the reaction.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, Camilla.”
“I know,” I whisper a moment before his lips are on mine again.
His fingers slip lower and slide into my aching pussy, dragging a groan from deep in my throat that he immediately swallows.
I grind my hips, trying desperately to get more friction, but his body pins me down, rendering me completely at his mercy.
“You’ll get everything you need, love. You just need to be patient.” He nips at my bottom lip, and the lick of pain amplifies the pleasure pouring through my body. The taste of copper hits my tongue, and from Bishop’s eyes, I know my blood is spread across my lip.
“Fuck, you’re pretty when you bleed, Camilla.” Bishop dips his head and bites into the sensitive flesh of my throat, dragging a scream from my throat. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life marking you. I want everyone to know who you belong to.”
My body stills at his words, at the casual way he throws around the idea that he’ll spend his life with me, but I’m quickly distracted as he slides a second finger in beside the first.
Over and over again, he sinks his teeth into my neck, my shoulder, and my collarbone, and each bite of pain brings me closer to the edge.
Bishop pushes a third finger into my tight pussy at the same time he sinks his teeth into the swell of my breast through my shirt, and the combination of burning stretch and the delicious pain from his bites sends me over the edge into an earth-shattering orgasm that takes my breath away.
Stars dance in my vision as my body convulses with pleasure, and Bishop guides me through with his sinful tongue lapping at my sore flesh and skilled fingers.
“Fuck, Camilla. I’m addicted to making you come,” Bishop groans as he pulls his hand from between us, inspecting my release on his fingers.
He holds my eyes as he dips one of his fingers between his lips. “Fuck, you’re so sweet, love.”
I moan, and he slips the other two fingers he had inside me between my lips, forcing my taste onto my tongue. My first instinct is to be repulsed, but nothing these men do seems to turn me off. On the contrary the way Bishop’s eyes darken as he watches my tongue swirl around his fingers is fucking addictive, and when he pushes those same fingers toward the back of my throat, I hold his gaze.
He presses them into my throat and my eyes water, but I never move them from him until my body finally gags and he pulls his fingers back.
