A soft whimper escaped me at the sudden, jarring emptiness he left behind. But the heat was still there, a low, simmering ember waiting to be stoked back into a raging fire. And I knew, with a certainty that was both terrifying and exhilarating, that we were far from finished.
I was lowered onto the cot, this time on my hands and knees, my body pliant, my mind a hazy fog of pleasure and need. A strong, lean body settled behind me.
Bishop.
I knew it was him from the way he moved, the quiet confidence in his touch.
His hands rested on my hips, a gentle, possessive touch that sent my head whirling with need. He took a moment, his gaze appreciative as he looked at me, at the evidence of Elias’s release still dripping down my thighs.
“So perfect,” he crooned, more to himself than to me. He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder. “Are you ready for me, little mate?”
I could only nod, my voice gone, my body already anticipating what was to come.
He positioned himself at my entrance, the headof his cock nudging my sensitive folds. He was slightly different from Elias, leaner, but no less formidable.
Then with a slow, gradual pressure, he entered me.
I cried out, the sensation of being filled again, so soon after my last orgasm, almost too much to bear. My arms trembled, threatening to give out, but I held on, bracing myself against the cot.
He started to move, and each stroke hit a spot deep inside me that made my toes curl. He watched me, his gaze intense, taking in every gasp, every shudder, adjusting his pace, his angle, to give me the most pleasure possible.
It was intoxicating.
It was maddening.
I lost myself to the feeling of him inside me, to the overwhelming ecstasy of it all. My world narrowed to the sounds of our bodies meeting, to the scent of our combined arousal, to the heat of his hands on my skin. His knot started to stretch me, the feeling familiar and new all at the same time. I pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“Bishop,” I gasped, my fingers clutching at the thin blanket. “Please…”
He understood. He always understood.
His thrusts became rougher, more forceful, the swollen base of him stretching me wider, pushing me closer to the edge with every movement. The friction was exquisite, a delicious torment that built a fire in my blood.
“Feel that, sweet mate?” he rasped, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “Feel how you’re taking all of me?”
I could only whimper in response, on the verge of shattering into a million pieces. The pressure at my core built to an almost painful intensity, a tightly wound spring ready to snap. With one final, powerful thrust, he seated himself fully inside me, his knot locking into place.
Then Griff moved into my line of sight.
He stood beside the cot, his magnificent body on full display. His gaze was fixed on the spot where Bishop’s knot stretched me open, a ravenous hunger in his eyes. One of his hands wrapped around his own impressive length, stroking it in a way that mirrored Bishop’s thrusts.
Seeing him taking his own pleasure from watching us sent a fresh jolt of desire straight to my core. I moaned, pushing my hips back against Bishop.
Griff’s gaze met mine, and a devious grin spread across his face. “You like that, don’t you, sweetheart?” he rumbled. “You like having us all watch you, knowing you’re driving us all wild.”
I could only nod, my throat too tight to form words, my body moving without thought, just instinct, chasing the next release that was already building deep in my core.
“Tam,” Bishop gasped, his voice strained, “you’re so… fucking… tight.”
“More,” I breathed, the word a ragged plea. “Please, Bishop,more.”
He obeyed.
With a guttural groan, he drove all the way into me, the swollen base of his cock stretching me impossibly wide. The friction of that thick knot dragging against my walls, pressing against that magical spot deep inside, made me come apart.
It started as a tingle at the base of my spine, a slow, building heat that spread through my veins like wildfire. His knot swelled even further, a hard, unyielding pressure that filled me, completed me, promising a pleasure so intense it was almost pain.
My world narrowed to this single, overwhelming sensation. The feeling of Bishop’s knot expanding inside me, the sounds of our ragged breaths, the sight of Griff stroking himself, his eyes locked on us with a predatory focus.
