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He grips my hips to keep me steady as he presses in slightly. He then stops and pins me with a serious stare. “It’s going to hurt a bit, angel, since you’ve never done this before. Tell me if you need me to stop.”

I wince as he inches in a little farther, and I brace my hands behind me to steady myself. Blanking my face and lifting my chin, I tell him, “I can handle it.” I think so, at least. I mean, we wouldn’t be mates if his dick were going to break me in half… right?

Cain huffs a laugh. “I have no doubt about that, Isabel. You can handle just about anything, but I want this to feel good for you, not just be something you’re getting through.” I duck my head at his praise. With my gaze turned down, I can watch his cock ever so slowly disappear inside me, stretching me in ways I’ve never felt before. “Fucking hell. You’re so goddamn tight, you’re strangling my cock.”

Just as excruciatingly slowly, Cain pulls back out of me. As he thrusts the head of his dick in this time, he moves one of his thumbs to brush against my clit. My hips buck at the pleasure that arcs through me, but Cain’s firm grip anchors me in place.

“Is that a bad thing?” My voice is breathy from being stretched beyond my limits around him and the pleasure coiling tightly with each movement of his thumb. I never would’ve thought that just the tip could feel so fucking good.

Cain chuckles, the sound strained. His fingers have a death grip on my hips, and his jaw is clenched so hard, I’m worried he’ll break a tooth. It looks like he’s trying to hold himself back and struggling with it. “No, it’s not a bad thing. Your tight little pussy feels like heaven, and I’d happily spend the rest of my days in you.”

The only acknowledgement I can give him is a small nod as I get lost in the sensation. As I hurtle toward the edge, I gasp, “Faster.” I need him to pick up his snail’s pace. If he’s trying to kill me by moving so slowly, he’s doing a great job of it.

The tendons in his neck turn white as he starts snapping his hips. The head of his dick plunges into me faster and faster until I’m climaxing with a hoarse shout, my hands clawing at the piano under me as I collapse onto it. My vision goes black as I’m consumed with wave after wave of pleasure so intense it feels like I’m drowning in it and set ablaze by it at the same time.

I don’t know how long it takes me to surface from my orgasm. He continues to rub my clit, prolonging the sensation.Cain’s guttural voice eventually brings me back to myself. “If you don’t want me to come in you, say something now.”

My thighs clench around his waist at the thought of him coming in me. When I don’t object, because I take regular birth control potions, Cain’s hips stutter as he comes with a low groan. I feel his warm cum shoot inside me, filling me up with a surprising amount of it. His hips continue to thrust gently for a little while. When he stills, Cain tenderly kisses my forehead and leans his against mine. “Was that good for you, angel?”

“Mm-hmm.” I’m too wrung out from climaxing so hard to form words, much less complete sentences. He chuckles before he pulls out. I feel his cum start to drip out of me, but he presses it back into me with his fingers. I’m so sensitive from just orgasming that I jerk at the stimulation. Cain holds me steady with his grip on my waist as he intently watches his fingers and cum disappear into me.

When he’s satisfied with his work, Cain steps back from me. “Arms up.” I do as he says, and he slides my T-shirt back onto me. He pulls on his own shirt and gathers my shorts in one hand. “You ready to get back to bed?”

I let out a big yawn at the question, exhausted from orgasming so hard. “Yeah. Should I, uh, clean up?” I don’t know why it’s so awkward to talk about it. His cock was just in me, so I shouldn’t be blushing like this discussing it. Yet here I am, as embarrassing as ever.

“No,” Cain growls. My brows shoot up at his vehemence. “I want you to sleep with my cum in you.” Not giving me a chance to agree or protest, he scoops me up in his arms and caries me bridal style back to the room. The gentle rocking motion of him walking lulls me almost to sleep. By the time we’re in Luca’s bedroom, I’m already half asleep and have forgotten all about the sticky cum dripping down my thighs.

Cain gently places me in bed with my back pressed up against Bishop. After shucking his shirt and sweats, he crawls into bed and settles on my other side, probably squished against Luca. He drapes an arm over my waist and holds my hand in his other one. “Night, angel. Sleep well.”

I swear I hear him mutter, “I love you,” as I’m falling asleep. But I’m dragged under before I can give it too much thought, more content and at peace than I ever thought I’d be.

CHAPTER 22

BISHOP

“For the record, I hate everything about this plan,” I grumble as we stand in the Nightshade’s dining room. The dark wood floors, cream-colored walls, and massive white oak table are familiar from all the nights I’ve spent working with the Nightshades. I never thought this would be our base of operations for attacking the council, though.

We’re getting ready to open a rift directly into the council chambers to ambush Doyle. The whole plan feels rushed and has too many holes in it for me to feel comfortable with Izzy joining us.

When I don’t have everything under control, shit always goes wrong. Memories of the night my family died flash like a grim premonition. The brakes screeching, the car fishtailing, my mom screaming, Deacon’s terrified face as we went over the cliff, pain as I slammed into the car door before everything went black, and waking up days later to learn that my parents and brother were gone, play out in my mind like it all happened yesterday, instead of fifteen years ago.

The worst moment of my life was compounded by the fact that I had to go live with my Aunt Cynthia until I was eighteen.She was cold, resentful of having to take care of me, and downright cruel when I didn’t do what she wanted.

Memories of the damp cellar and how the cold seeped into my bones until I never thought I’d be warm again try to swallow me, but I push them away. While I’d prefer never to think about that time in my life again, any other time besides right now would be a better option for drowning in the pain. I have to protect Izzy, not wallow in things that happened over a decade ago.

Shaking my head to clear it of the memories, I focus on what I can do about this situation, which isn’t nearly as much as I’d like. I wish she’d just stay here and let the rest of us go. Allowing others to put themselves in danger while she’s safe isn’t in her DNA, unfortunately.

Izzy rolls her eyes. “Noted and ignored, St. James.” She glances back down at her phone, waiting for a message from her dad that the other council members are distracted. Archer snickers at her response, and I flip him off behind my back.

My hand itches to spank her ass for her attitude, but I restrain myself. Now is not the time, and I’m still not sure she’s ready for everything I want just yet, even though she came back to bed dripping with Cain’s cum last night. I’m glad whatever they did helped her sleep for a few more hours, despite being a little jealous that it wasn’t my cum leaking out of her.

Shaking my head, I try to clear it of all the ways I want to fuck my mate. The last thing I need is a raging hard-on while storming the council chambers. I wish I could say that I never thought I’d attack any mage counselors like this, but I’d be lying. As soon as I found out what Izzy was, I knew I’d have to go against the council to keep her safe. Since they’re a bunch of corrupt motherfuckers, I’ll do it with a smile on my face.

Izzy’s phone vibrates. She looks at it, her mouth pressing into a grim line. “We’re good to go. Dad’s distracting everyone other than Doyle.”

Without any of us saying a word, we all get into formation around Izzy. Levi and I are in front. Luca and Archer are on either side of her, and Cain is behind her. Glancing around at all of us, Levi nods to himself and opens a rift directly into council chambers. I’ve wondered why he didn’t just open a rift the last time we broke into the council, but I haven’t had time to ask him.

Levi steps through first, with the rest of us following behind him. When I go through, the council chamber is filled with panicked shouting as Levi’s black misty magic crawls through the space. A red glowing shield deflects magical attacks as he stoically waits for his otherworldly magic to take effect.

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