Page 16 of Shadowed Spirits

“He didn’t, so I don’t see what the problem is.” I cross my arms defiantly, which pushes my boobs up toward Bishop. His eyes flick down to stare at my tits for a moment before he refocuses on me.

“The problem is that you constantly put yourself in danger. God-fucking-damn it, Izzy! You’re going to get yourself killed at this rate,” he roars, pain and grief and fear bleeding into his angry words. My chest aches from making him hurt like that, but I don’t know how to fix it.

“I don’t care!” I shout at him, even though that’s not true anymore. As he pointed out, I have people who care if I’m alive. I refuse to let them down by dying from my own stupidity. At this point, I’m just arguing to avoid dealing with my heart feeling like it’s a torn, bloody mess at Bishop’s disappointment.

“Well, I fucking do, you stubborn woman! I love you, Isabel Magnolia Gallagher. I have since we were kids. And I need you, so damn much it makes it hard to breathe sometimes.”

I gape at him casually telling me he loves me, but I don’t have a chance to say anything. Bishop slams his lips onto mine. When I gasp, he shoves his tongue into my mouth, tangling it with mine. The kiss is hard and demanding and all-consuming. I love every minute of it.

As he’s devouring my mouth, Bishop shoves one of his legs between mine. He pushes his thigh up until I can only touch the ground with my tiptoes. I whimper at the pressure on my clit that’s blurring the line between pain and pleasure. Squirming around, I try to find a better position.

Shoving one of his hands under my ass, Bishop moves me up and down his strong thigh. I moan into his mouth as I spiral closer and closer to climaxing from riding his leg. When I’m about to hurtle over the edge, he rips his mouth from mine and pauses his movement to stare down at me.

“You want me to stuff your little virgin pussy full of my cock?” he rasps. I let out a pathetic whimper and nod, needing to come around him in this moment more than I’ve ever needed anything. Bishop chuckles, the sound dark and menacing. “Then you should’ve been a good girl, sweetheart. Only good girls get fucked and filled up with my cum. The only place you’re getting my cock today is in your troublemaking mouth. You want that?”

My mouth is suddenly parched, so I have to lick my lips before I can respond. Bishop’s gaze hungrily tracks the movement. “Yes.”

“Then take off your shoes, jeans, and panties, and kneel on the ground.” He steps back to allow me to follow his directions. My eyes flick between his blue ones for a long moment as I hesitate. Seeing my uncertainty, Bishop tenderly cups my face. “Let me make one thing crystal clear—you’re in control. The second you say stop or tap my thigh twice if your mouth is full, this stops. This only ever goes as far as you want it to.”

I see the truth of what he’s saying written all over his face, and I know the type of man he is. He’ll never do anything I don’t want, but that’s not why I’ve been hesitating. I’m nervous because I’ve never done anything like this before. What if I’m awful at it? What if I do something wrong? What if Bishop doesn’t want me anymore after?

It’s easy to lose myself to the what-ifs, but worrying doesn’t fix anything. I want this with Bishop, so I need to woman up and just do it already. I take a moment to make sure my magic is locked down, so I don’t accidentally bond with Bishop. I’m trying to let him in, but I’m still not ready to tie him to me for life.

Blowing out a hard breath, I unlace and kick off my white Chucks. With shaking fingers, I undo the button to my jeans and slide them and my undies down my legs. My black band shirt falls to mid-thigh when it’s not tucked in, so I’m completely covered. I feel so vulnerable, though, as I kneel on the thick carpet.

Once I’m on my knees, Bishop reaches behind him with one arm to whip off his black tee. He lets it drop carelessly on the ground behind him as he deftly undoes his button and zipper. My gaze greedily roves over his hard pecs and abs as I hold my breath, waiting for him to pull out his dick.

He pushes his boxer briefs down, and his cock springs free. It’s long and thick, with veins standing out starkly along the shaft. I’m not sure my hand could fully wrap around him with how girthy he is. The head has precum beaded up on it, which I have an urge to lick like a lollipop.

Instead of giving in to my impulse, I look up at Bishop for what to do. “Open your mouth and put your hands on my thighs.” I do as he says, placing my hands on the worn denim of his jeans. He fists the base of his dick. Moving closer to me, he pushes the tip past my lips. He tangles his other hand in my hair to hold me in place as he starts shallowly thrusting into my mouth.

His salty flavor explodes over my tongue as I swirl it around the head. I’m surprised by how much I like the taste of him, and how much sucking him is turning me on. I rub my thighs together, trying to use the friction to get some relief. I’m so wet, I can feel it dripping down my legs.

Bishop notices what I’m doing, and he pauses. “Spread your legs. Only good girls get to come.” I don’t listen, instead choosing to glare at him defiantly. He growls and steps closer to kick my legs apart. I lose my balance and fall forward before I can steady myself with my hands on his thighs. I try to move back, but he doesn’t let me. Shoving me farther on his cock until I gag, he pulls back after a long moment, leaving only the tip in my mouth. “Listen to me when I tell you to do something, Isabel, unless you want to keep getting punished.”

He watches me for a beat to make sure I’m okay before he snaps his hips forward a little. Bishop keeps steadily going deeper until he hits the back of my throat. When my throat muscles convulse, I try to pull back, but he holds me still. My eyes water from the choking sensation as he finally retreats. I have time to gulp in a greedy lungful of air before he thrusts deep once more. When I struggle to move back again, Bishop retreats slightly.

“Stop. Stop fighting me.” At his sharp order, I stare up at Bishop with tears leaking out the corners of my eyes from my gag reflex. “You know I’d never do anything to hurt you, sweetheart. But tensing up like this is going to make your throat sore tomorrow. Either tell me to stop or relax and let me in.”

Exhaling through my nose, I try to consciously relax my muscles. I don’t want this to stop. I’m enjoying it too much, even when he’s choking me on his dick.

When he feels me loosen up, Bishop pushes in farther again. I try swallowing around him to prevent gagging. It works, for the most part, but my throat reflexively constricts a bit. He holds me there until I relax again. Then he pushes farther without any resistance. After a few of his thrusts, my nose brushes against his pubic bone. He groans when I swallow around him and speeds up his pace until he’s roughly fucking my mouth. I can’tdo anything other than take it, which I enjoy way more than I thought I would.

When his hips buck erratically, Bishop pinches his eyes closed before pinning me with his intense stare. “I’m about to come in your mouth, and you’re going to be a good girl and swallow every drop.”

I give him as much of a nod as I can with him holding my head in place. I try to relax so he can keep thrusting. When his thigh muscles bunch under my hands and he pulls me back, my gaze clashes with Luca’s. He’s standing near the door, watching the entire thing hungrily.

My eyes widen just as Bishop shoves me all the way down on his dick. I choke in surprise as he shoots cum down my throat with a low groan. I have to focus on swallowing to keep from spilling any of it. I don’t know where the urge comes from, but I want to be a good girl for him.

Once he finishes, Bishop reluctantly pulls out of my mouth and tucks his still-hard cock back in his boxer briefs. He strokes my hair affectionately before stepping to the side. Gripping my chin, he forces me to look at Luca. “You want to be a good girl for your wolf and let him fuck your mouth too?”

I try to look at Bishop in surprise, but his grip on my face prevents me from doing so. Instead, I stare at Luca’s aquamarine eyes swirling with heat. “You knew he was here?”

Bishop hums and releases my chin so I can look up at him. “I did, but you didn’t answer my question.”

“Yes. I want to be a good girl for him,” I whisper, needing them both to think I’m good. I know vulnerability is showing on my face when Bishop’s eyes soften, and he crouches down to be level with me. He gives me a sweet, lingering kiss.

“Good. Now, get on your hands and knees,” Bishop orders as he straightens up. I melt at his praise before following Bishop’s directions. He walks around to kneel behind me. “Move forwarda little.” I crawl toward Luca a foot before Bishop grabs my hips to stop me.

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