by Jill Haven
Bishop, sitting as far away from me as was possible in the back of the van, grunted. “The vacancy sign is on, isn’t it?”
“Point taken. Let’s get a room.” Ace unbuckled his seat strap, and Bishop handed over a plastic card.
He made a point to emphasize, “One room. I’ll take the floor if necessary.”
I sighed and slumped back against the seat in a huff. So now he didn’t even want to be alone with me. What had I done so wrong, exactly? Tried to talk to the farmer? Wasn’t the entire mission’s purpose to make contact with him? I was embarrassed, too, that my attempts at friendly conversation had been cut to a quick end. All I wanted to do was help. But beneath the embarrassment was optimism—I knew that I could help, if only Bishop would give me another chance. With enough time and a little privacy, perhaps I could convince him to do so.
To my delight, Ace came back with two keys and a twinkle in his eye.
“Didn’t I say one room—”
“I don’t want to listen to your snoring all night.”
I barely held back a laugh, and Ace gave me a wink as he and Ten disappeared into the room adjoining ours. Perhaps I’d misunderstood his allegiances in this after all. Or perhaps he had his own reasons for wanting separate spaces.
Bishop inhaled sharply as he opened the door and gestured for me to enter ahead of him. The room was strangely colored in deep reds and decorated with huge oil paintings of scenes of German countryside and rolling hills. All of a sudden, light came from another of those electric glass bulbs. This one was bare and gave everything in the room an ugly orange tinge.
As soon as the door closed behind me, I crossed my arms over my chest and took a stand.
“I don’t want to go back to the Redcaps.” My voice came out pathetically shrill, but it caught Bishop’s attention. He looked at me and stopped rifling through his bag. “I’m not a soldier, and I’m not one of your men. I realize you’re used to giving orders, but that’s not who I am.”
“Well, if you want to be with me and come on missions like these, then you’re going to have to become someone who can take commands.”
“Who says I want to be with you?” I bristled at the way the words flew out of my mouth without thought.
Bishop’s face dropped, and the hurt in his eyes stung me. “I thought… Right. Of course you don’t. I’m taking you home. This was a mistake and I was being an idiot.”
Great. Well played, Evan. Another arrow shot right on target by me, the imbecile.
It was already late, and Bishop went to shower while I sat on the double bed—may the gods bless you, Ace—and smoothed my hand over the ugly floral bed sheets. The fabric felt scratchy under my touch, nothing like the soft linens of my abode, but I tried to find some enjoyment from it to soothe my nerves. I was nauseous with stress. Returning to my pathetic life with my uncle would be bad enough, but worse, leaving Bishop was unthinkable. There was a cord running between us and it already felt stretched. What would happen if we were that far apart? Would it snap? The thought terrified me. What I needed was a watertight argument that would convince him to keep me around. I had to make myself irresistible.
What I knew of Bishop was that he was smart, stalwart, and driven by logic. And handsome, thickset, good with his hands… My mind whirled through smart arguments of why he should keep me by his side, but compelling rebuttals came just as quickly. Perhaps it was true that I’d read the level of danger at the farm all wrong, but I could learn. I thought about dropping to the floor and cranking out a series of push-ups to show him that I could be a tough mercenary who would be a true asset to his team.
But the water shut off and I jumped to my feet instead. I froze and desperately tried to think of a plan of action. There were mere hours between the present moment and the miserable future.
Bishop took up most of the doorway, silhouetted from behind by glaring bathroom light, with a towel tucked tightly into itself as a skirt around his waist and another over his shoulders, draped around his broad neck. I parted my lips to begin my half-formulated pitch, and immediately shut them tight when he stalked straight over to me and wrapped me in an embrace. Tension melted from my muscles and I collapsed in his arms.
“I will be an asset to you,” I whispered desperately into his chest. “Please give me another chance. I know many things that may help you one day. Latin, French… fencing.” The whininess in my voice even made me wince, but I prayed my proposition would be enough to save me from a fate of being taken back to my uncle’s stronghold. Meanwhile, my body was reacting to something completely different and I felt a heat nipping at my belly and spreading through my crotch.
“It’s okay. You’ve done nothing wrong. I’m sorry,” he said softly into my hair.
Barely a whimper escaped my throat. My mind was swimming somewhere high above my head, and I was distracted by the thumping of my heart and the tightening of the ribbon that I felt running between us. His naked chest was hot from his shower and I pushed my face into the soft fuzz of his body hair as I breathed him in. His smoky scent was mixed with vanilla and lemon of the hotel soap, and it made me woozy.
“I’m never sure how to deal with people who I can’t boss around.”
I leaned back and he smoothed my hair back from my face while I searched his eyes for any hint of what he was really saying. “Can I… stay?”
The scar on the bridge of his nose seemed to shine bright from the heat of his shower, and I desperately wanted to kiss him there. His thick fingers dragged along my jaw and set off a fluttering in my belly.
“If you ever come out on the field with me again, then you’ll need to be prepared.”
“I’ll do whatever it takes. I’m so sorry about today, I have never had anyone count on me like that before. I didn’t mean to upset you and if you give me another chance then I promise I’ll do my best to listen.” I spoke quickly, but my eagerness made the edges of his lips tug up into a slight smirk that thrilled me. I felt a warmth tug in my lower belly… and even lower.
“It’ll be tough training.”
“Good. I want you to be tough on me.”
Challenging me, he lifted his eyebrows.
“I do. Please. Teach me… Just let me stay.”
Bishop darted his tongue to wet his lips and gripped me firmly by the arms. His eyes traced over my face and lingered at my mouth. A scent of smoke filled the air and my heart fluttered. I found myself parting my lips as I grew rock hard. Oh, how I wanted him to take me. Every inch of me itched for his attention, and I leaned into him to let him know as much. My erection strained in my pants and I whimpered quietly, but loud enough for Bishop’s pupils to dilate and his grip to tighten even more. As I stepped closer, his towel-clad erection grazed across my thigh and a lusty growl rumbled from the back of his throat.
My hands were inches from his hardness, when all of a sudden, he pushed forward and the bed caught on the backs of my legs. I landed heavily on the too-soft mattress and Bishop followed me down, but I snatched at the ends of the towel at his chest at the last minute and yanked him in even closer. Suddenly we were sprawled across the bedsheets together, and an excited giggle leaped out of me. I touched him with frantic urgency, all over his naked chest, shoulders, and arms; I wanted to feel all of him all at once.
Between too-soft kisses, I struggled to stay patient as he slowly removed my clothes with unexpected gentleness. He moaned in appreciation when I was naked and gripped my hips firmly to push me flat against the bed. I strained against him for the sake of it and a thrill shot across my crotch at his strength. With his gaze on my hardness, he wet his lips. My breath snagged and I quivered in excitement. Would he really kiss me there?
Moving slowly like honey, he took me into his hot, wet mouth.
“Oh! Oh, wow!” I gasped and grabbed at the sheets as warm tingles flooded down my length and lodged in my belly. I’d never felt anything so incredible, all hot and wet and perfect. And then all at once, he started to suck. A brilliant fire of lust r
oared deep inside me and took off through my limbs. I kicked and grabbed at whatever was nearby—Bishop’s thick shoulders, a handful of hair.
Confused and a little scared of how quickly my orgasm was approaching, I took a bracing breath and tried to sit up.
“Wait, I—”
It was too late. With a flick of his tongue over the tip of my length, an unstoppable pressure shot through my crotch and I cried out in shock. With throbbing, massaging pleasure, my seed spilled into his mouth. Between the bursts of intense energy popping through my nerves, I worried about the taste, but Bishop didn’t flinch. He swallowed every shot of my cream with his gaze set on mine, and for a sudden moment, his eyes seemed to flash dragon-like.
I stared at him and struggled to find my breath. Tingles sparked and faded through my body, but the fire of lust didn’t temper at all. When he gently placed my manhood back against my belly, I expected it to be limp and flaccid, but it was still hard and tingling. Painfully sensitive to the touch, but still aroused. He pressed his full, firm lips against mine and I moaned into the taste of my cream as he laced his tongue into my mouth and shared what he’d milked from me. Salty and sweet, mixed with the smoky taste of his mouth; I moaned and ate at his kiss with post-orgasmic headiness. I couldn’t get enough.
His towel had come away from his waist and now his rock-solid thickness jabbed against my thigh. I reached for it desperately and he moaned when my fingers found the spongy tip.
“You too. Please,” I whispered, and a flash of intimate recognition lit up Bishop’s face. I slid down the bed as he lowered onto his back, and I took the time to admire his erection. It was so thick, almost as thick as my fist, I wasn’t sure if I could fit much of it between my lips. But despite its brutish size, it struck me as an elegant instrument. The pink skin was soft and a pleasure to stroke, and I felt a surge of blood rush through the bulging veins. The muscle of it throbbed under even the gentlest of my touches.
Bishop stroked my jaw then laced his grip through my hair. His eyes were excited and encouraging, and his broad chest twittered up and down like a bird’s breast. It thrilled me that he was already excited before I’d even moistened my lips. I shot him a sweet smile and pressed a single, soft kiss to the tip of his erection.
He gasped so loudly, and it delighted me.
“Wait. Are you sure you want to—”
I answered his inane question by parting my lips and taking in as much of him as I could. He gave a shuddered moan and massaged my scalp with an encouraging grip. I tried to keep my eyes locked onto his astonished gaze, but I couldn’t help but flutter my lashes shut as I bobbed down to take more of him.
I wasn’t exactly sure what to do to please him best, having never done this before. Perhaps if I’d lasted longer, I could have gathered tips and strategies from how he’d treated me with his mouth, but it was clear that he wasn’t as quick to orgasm as I was. So I focused on my own pleasure instead. The way his flesh filled my mouth excited me and Bishop’s moans sent a throbbing thrill down to my erection. It quickly became a game. How loudly could I make him grunt? Would the length stiffen even more if I swirled my tongue around the bulbous head, or was it better to flick the tip?
Soon enough, Bishop was moaning guttural and bassy, and so loudly that Ten and Ace surely must have heard him from the other room. The idea of anyone overhearing how well I was pleasing him gave me a cheeky thrill, and I sucked him down deeper into my mouth. The further into me he went, the further into lust I fell. My mind became blank and all that mattered was his pleasure.
Bishop thrust upwards so that he penetrated my mouth as deeply as he could and held my head in place. His flesh swelled, his thigh muscles clenched, and he groaned in what sounded like pain. But I couldn’t let him spend in my throat. My erection was stiff and urgent again, and my ass ached with envy—it wanted to feel the thickness that was pushing apart my lips and filling my jaw. I’d played with myself at home, and Bishop’s cock was far bigger than my lithe fingers, but I wasn’t afraid. My body wanted to take him and would accept whatever he gave me. Anything that would bring him closer to me, I wanted it. I needed it. I pushed up against his hand, and his grip in my hair tightened as he pulled me off with a pop. Saliva made his length shine from tip to base, and it hit his belly with a slap.
Filled with urgent need, I clambered up his large body and wrapped my limbs around him as I kissed his mouth. His touch wasn’t gentle anymore. He grabbed my hips, squeezed my taut backside, and worked his thick fingers into the crack between my buttocks. I gasped between our lips and arched my back. How did he know what I wanted?
I found a throbbing artery at his neck and nipped at it. He moaned and sniffed at my hair before he flipped me onto my back. For an anguishing moment, he left me and went to rummage through his bag. My hand found my erection and I squirmed impatiently as I watched his thick ass, meaty thighs, and finally his big, hard cock. He slipped back onto the bed and kissed me with hunger. He’d brought with him a bottle of something that he opened and smeared over his fingers.
“What’s that?” I motioned to the way his fingers glistened.
“It’s lubricant. To make things slide inside you more easily…”
My eyes widened and Bishop hesitated.
“Do you want me to touch you there? Inside…?”
I kissed him and pulled him closer. “I want to do everything,” I whispered between our lips. I threw my legs up by my ears, trying to expose myself to his entire body, desperate for anything that he wanted to do to me.
He growled and pinned me again. His eyes flashed with dragon light, then faded as a look of concern washed over his face.
“My dragon is so close to the surface,” he growled in warning, but I paid it no mind.
“Please. I want to… I want to do it all.”
“Let’s start here.” He flipped me like a rag doll, and I landed flat on my stomach with my legs spread and my erection jabbing into the scratchy fabric. With a glance over my shoulder, I caught Bishop staring at my backside like it was a ripe peach. He took a deep breath, and his fingers smeared down the seam of my ass and flicked over my opening. I gasped as a cold thrill shocked me and my erection throbbed. Again, two fingers slid over the hole and tickled the nerves there. This time it felt warmer, and the thrill became more like an ache of desire.
With just a simple tilting of my hips and arching of my lower back, Bishop had an angle to press his fingers into me. One at a time, his thick digits stretched my opening until he was able to penetrate me. I gasped and whined into the pillow which was stuffed between my teeth.
I thought I would ascend from the pleasure that burst through me then. I writhed face-down on the bed, and the friction of the bedsheets felt good against my erection as he worked his fingers in and out of me. I yelled out and he emitted a deep rumble that sounded like pure, animalistic desire.
He leaned forward with his fingers lodged deep inside me while he kept a steady rhythm of pushing in and out, in and out… His mouth was on my neck, and all I could smell was smoke and musk. My eyes rolled back, and I barely caught a breath before I whined again. Fireflies buzzed through my veins and the ribbon between us yanked tighter. I’d never wanted something more.
“I need you inside me.”
He inhaled sharply and froze. My stomach dropped.
“Don’t you want me?” I snapped.
“More than I can handle. You do something to me that no one else has ever done. I’m so close to the surface, and… I don’t know if I can be gentle.”
With rebellious determination, I shoved my hips back so that I suddenly took the full length of his fingers, and then bounced back and forth on them with near-violent force. He chuckled at my display of strength and understood my point: Stop treating me like I’m fragile; I can handle it.
As easy as air, he flipped me again so that he was on his back and I tilted my pelvis up so that my buttocks rested against his thighs. He smeared a thick dollop of lubricant over his beautiful ere
ction, and then froze.
“Shit. I don’t have a…”
“Bishop,” I almost yelled. “I need you. Now!”
Concern etched wrinkles into his brow, and I was determined to take his mind off it. I snatched his cock out of his hand and angled it so that it pressed against my hole. His eyes flew open, wide, and his lips parted as if to protest, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I’d lose my mind if I couldn’t have him now.
With determined force and an equal measure of relaxation, I squirmed myself down and took in the head of his cock. Pure pleasure shot straight up my spine and pushed a grunt from my throat.
“Oh, fuck!” Bishop grabbed my hips as though bracing himself and eased me deeper onto his length. “You feel incredible.” The praise went straight to my head and I smiled brightly, so happy to please him. I bounced a little and took an inch or so more.
“That’s it. Work it like you fucked my fingers.”
I did as I was told and was rewarded with his moans and soon enough, he began to thrust into me with the same kind of urgency that I felt for him. We grunted and moaned as we moved together until almost his entire length was buried deep inside me. Our eyes locked and my heart surged. He was inside me—he was part of me! A smile broke across my face and I laughed, giddy as I’d ever felt, and he grinned.
“You feel so incredible.” He smoothed his knuckles over my jaw and I leaned down to brush his lips against mine. Mouths pressed together, he thrust long, languid strokes that lit my insides with heat. With sudden force, Bishop flipped me onto my back with his cock still lodged deep inside me.
“Faster.” I held him around the back of his thick neck and he picked up the pace. My knees crunched up higher near my chest, he pressed his forehead against mine. We shared desperate breaths as he filled me and tapped my nerves just right.
Suddenly, Bishop burst with life, his teeth snapped into fangs, and he rutted me into the bed like a wild animal. I twitched and trembled through the pleasure as he hammered deep and hard into me. I cried out and grabbed at his bulging muscles, and cried out again when the sensation inside me started to change.