Page 126 of The Gathering
“Oui, oui, it’s just…what? What is it?”
“Well, it’s not a want, it’s aneedthat I can’t stop, a needyoustarted,” she added, smacking his shoulder.
He held her head tightly in his hands, forcing her to take his rapid-fire laughing kisses. “Ma petite will have to negotiate with Saint Sahvrin. Sweet talk him into giving you the keys to Bishop’s cock.”
“Me!” she gasped.
“You sound horrified,” he chuckled.
“No, I’m…mortified! You’re asking me to… practicallybetraythe man who only wants to protect me.”
Oh how fucking funny.
She smacked his back. “He’syourfight not mine.”
“Mmmm,” he said at her lips, loving that she kissed and fussed him in the same breath. “I’ll find a way to put him out of our misery.”
“Nooo,” she whined softly, running her fingers through his hair. “I love him. I loved him first in fact,” she added much quieter, maybe worried.
He pulled up, seeing it in her face. “Ma Petite is smart to fear saying that,” he assured.
“Because Bishop is so mean mean and greedy!” she fussed, squealing when he devoured her neck.
Quick knocks hit the door and Beth sucked in a sharp breath with wideohshiteyes.
“Who is it,” Bishop demanded, head angled toward the door.
She smacked him sharply and he looked at her. “So mean!” she mouthed.
“It’s Sinrik.”
His soldier flew into action immediately, stamping Sinrik asanomalythreat.
The massive read-out error hit his rage switch. Fucking unbelievable. He’d pay his architecture’s definitions a visit first chance. It wasn’t worried aboutSinrik, just the missing data around him. As if the hole in the file was the danger, not the man holding the fucking file. “What!” Bishop finally barked.
He clamped a hand over Beth’s mouth, his jealous rage not about to hear whatever was about to come out of it.
“It’s about the next coin and what it means.”
Hearing Sinrik’s anger pinged the part of his soldier that required immediate action. He removed his hand from her mouth, and she grabbed his face and pulled him to her kiss. “I love you, that’s what I wanted to say,” she whispered, smacking his face lightly. “Mr. Sexy Bully that’s only mine and I’m only his!”
His cock pulsed to life again.
“Oh,” she whispered in surprise, eyes softening.
“Coming,” he snapped with a thrust against her. He felt her cry before it reached her mouth and covered it with his hand, not about to let that prick hear what was only for his ears.
Her arousal hit back so hard it knocked the saint out of Sahvrin and blew the lock off that bite matrix and changed the entire field from protect and hide to declare and decree.
This time when he thrust, her eyes rolled shut in ecstasy and her gasp and moan hit his palm like a prisoner demanding to break free.
Bishop fought what crawled up his spine and clamped around his muscles. His fingers flexed against her cheeks as the pressure climbed higher, hot and animal, dragging his focus from her covered mouth to the one beyond that door.
He bucked his hips and the beast in his blood pulled at his hand. Her cries were its food, its power, its seal of authority.
He dragged his palm from her mouth and Beth sucked in air. His architect felt the matrix flare in response. He drove into her, his hunger scraping through his chest, swallowing her sharp cry and pulling them both into the growing vortex.
He locked his fist in her hair and forced her head back as he drove in hard again, mouth open and hot at her neck, getting the blast of her ecstasy right in his fucking ear.
