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“Yes, I understand,” I answer. For someone who thinks he’ll hurt me, he’s very concerned with my well-being. While being tied up and half naked should scare me, it doesn’t, at least when I can see him, because it’s him. I trust Bishop and my other mates more than I’ve ever trusted anyone.

He gives me a sharp nod before his nimble fingers start undoing the button of my jeans. Making quick work of it, Bishop undoes my pants and slides them and my undies down my legs. I shiver whenever his calloused fingers graze my bare skin before he lets my pants pool at my feet. Bishop unties and removes my Converse, then my pants and panties, until I’m standing in front of him completely bare.

I feel exposed and want to cover myself, but Bishop is looking me over with feral hunger in his gaze. Standing there, I try to pretend I’m not nervous being so exposed, but I must not succeed when he finally tears his gaze away from my body to my face. He frowns at my expression, but there’s a hint of satisfaction there too. “Scared, sweetheart?”

I don’t know why I decide to be honest with him, but I do. “Yeah.” I’m scared because it’s unknown. I’m scared because Bishop is so convinced I can’t handle it. But mostly, I’m terrified that I won’t ever be enough for him or any of my other mates.

He nods. “Good. You should be.”

With that warning delivered, Bishop shoves my legs apart and buries his face between them. His skilled tongue has me coming in record time, but he doesn’t let up. He keeps licking and sucking, even when it becomes too much. I whimper but don’t tell him to stop, not wanting this to end. Before I know it, I’m coming on his face again, the pleasure causing my vision to white out as I feel like I’m soaring from the sensation.

I sag back against the window as I come down from my second climax. I can feel my arousal coating my thighs, and I would be embarrassed if I had the energy. As it is, I just stand there like a limp noodle while Bishop pushes to his feet and steps back from me. He unbuttons his jeans and pulls his dick out, but he doesn’t make any move to get undressed. I pout a little at that because the boy is ripped, and I wish I had more opportunity to look at his muscles.

His lips quirk up at the edges at my expression, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he lifts me up by my ass and presses me back against the window. I wrap my legs around him and have the urge to wind my arms around his neck, but they’re still tied behind me. I tug at the belt a few times, seeing if I can get loose, but eventually give up.

Bishop lines up his cock with my entrance, pushing in a little before pausing. “You should be wet enough to take me, but I won’t lie to you. It’s going to hurt at first, especially because you don’t want me to hold back. Tell me to be gentle, Iz. Better yet, tell me to fucking stop.”

I shake my head. “I don’t want gentle. All I want is you, St. James, which includes all of the things you want from me that you think are so messed up.”

He closes his eyes and leans his forehead against mine as he tries to gather himself. When he opens them, they’re burning with hunger. While holding my gaze, Bishop pushes inside of me in one smooth thrust. I cry out at the bite of pain, my backarching as I struggle to take him. I squeeze my eyes shut as I try to breathe through all the new sensations. He gives me only a second to adjust before he withdraws and plunges back into me. Bishop sets a punishing pace that I can barely keep up with. It’s on the edge of too much, but not quite there.

“Look at me while I fuck you,” he demands.

I manage to pry my lids apart to meet his gaze. The tendons in his neck are white, and his face is set in a mask of concentration as he mercilessly drives into me. With my hands tied, I can’t do anything more than take what he wants to give me, which is freeing, in a way. He’s in control, and I don’t have to worry about anything.

Bishop shifts so that he’s supporting me mostly with one arm. He brings his other hand around to play with my clit. I’m sensitive from already coming twice, so I hiss at the touch. It doesn’t take much, between his thrusting and him rubbing me, before I’m coming with a scream around him. The pleasure washes over me and does its best to drag me under, but I’m pulled back to the surface by him continuing to drive into me and circle my clit with his thumb.

“Bishop, please…” I trail off as I writhe from the overstimulation, using his first name for the first time in forever. It feels too impersonal to call him by his last name when his cock is in me.

He lets out a low chuckle. “Please what, sweetheart?”

“It’s too much.” I whimper as I thrash my head from side to side, overwhelmed by everything I’m feeling.

“It’s not too much. You can take it, Isabel. But if you really think you can’t, you know how to make it stop. Tell me to stop.” When I don’t, he growls and picks up his pace, punishing me for not doing what he said.

I don’t have a chance to tell him to stop, even if I wanted to, because the most intense climax of my life hits me like athousand-ton freight train. Everything goes black around me as my system is overloaded with pleasure so intense it almost hurts. As my walls clamp down on Bishop, I feel him spilling into me with a groan.

When he comes, I feel his magic rise up. Mine eagerly answers the call, twining around his playfully. In the back of my mind, I know what’s happening, but no part of me wants to stop it. Instead, I just watch in my mind’s eye as our magics merge together, setting me off again. I let out a hoarse shout as I come another time, and I feel more of Bishop’s hot cum shoot inside me.

After I come down from the climax, I realize I feel more at peace than I ever have. A piece of my soul feels whole in a way it never has, and I’m pretty sure I know why.

I lazily blink my eyes open to meet Bishop’s similarly dazed baby blues. He gives me a small smile as he reaches behind me to untie my arms. Once they’re free, he carries me to a cozy-looking chair in the corner of the room. He sits down while still holding me and somehow still hard inside me. Bishop gently rubs my arms that are a little numb from being bound, but he doesn’t break the peaceful silence between us.

Figuring it needs to be addressed sooner rather than later, I’m the one to fracture the quiet. “So, we’re mated.”

Bishop’s jaw clenches and he looks away from me. The first stirrings of panic form in my chest at his reaction. When he doesn’t say anything, my breath comes in short pants as I realize that he regrets it. He never wanted to mate me.

CHAPTER 26

IZZY

Itry to scramble off his lap, embarrassed and ashamed that I just tied him to me when he clearly doesn’t want it.

He growls and holds me in place. “You can’t fucking take it back. I get that this isn’t what you wanted, but this is the best moment of my life, other than finding out you are my mate. Please, let me enjoy it for just a little before you tell me you regret it.” Bishop’s voice breaks, and he hangs his head, avoiding my gaze.

While I want to reassure him, all I can do is close my eyes in relief. Taking a moment to gather myself, I eventually open them to look at him again. “I don’t regret it, St. James. That’s not even remotely what I was going to say.” I should regret it, but how can I regret something that feels so damn right?

His eyes widen, and he gives me a sheepish smile. “Oh. Uh, continue, then.”

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