Page 38 of The Gathering
She attempted to leave the battlefield and he held on to her hands.
She looked up and he stared into that crystal clear purity.
“You sure about all that Sister?” It was part warning, part challenge, he realized.
Her nod was factual, curt and… something else he couldn’t identify. “Follow me,” she said, spinning and heading for the door.
Strange Cravings
Bishop closed his eyes outside his bedroom door. Listening. Feeling. Learning every terrifying thing that his body and mind knew about his wife and child.
And didn't know.
They were both in every fiber of his being. Literally. And nothing had ever felt more necessary and wrong at once. No mortal should possess what he did. It was too much power, too much knowledge, crammed into too much fallen human.
He didn’t want it.
He turned his attention to the sounds he was hearing. The life force in her blood pulsing inside him. He sensed his focal powers, luring him to press in. See how far he could see, how far he could know.
At feeling what it promised, panic hit him and some mental window slammed shut. The new silence filled him with another fear. His heart hammered as he realized it. He’d turned it off. Air left him and his muscles quaked in the absence of the tireless energy.
Fuck. He could turn it off.
The door opened and he found himself locked in Beth’s troubled stare. He hadn’t heard her.
He stepped in and wrapped her in his arms, their connection turning everything back on and all the way up. A key in an ignition. And she was the engine powering them.
“I can steer it,” he realized on a breath, his mouth pressing on silk, hands claiming.
“Steer what, are you okay?”
The power exchange ramped up between them, sucking away whatever curiosity she’d had. He kicked the door closed, his fingers latching in her hair as his senses located the nearest wall.
“Oh God,” she blasted, nails carving fire along his face when her back met the wall.
He ripped through her panties then waged mechanical warfare with his fucking jeans, his human reflexes unable to keep up. A lust surge flooded out in hungry waves, breaking free of his bones.
He gripped her jaw and kissed her, his canines aching. His cock finally found home in one glorious thrust. His wife’s shriek terrified him while a primal growl shook his vocal cords.
Whatever wound through his muscles claimed both of them. Like the hand of God slowly slid over every inch of their souls then made a tight fist. And pounded them into glorious fucking oblivion.
His every stroke was carefully measured, his mark perfectly hit. The circuit of ecstasy took and gave, sucking in everything, blasting out more—everything—more—everything—more—till they were brought to fucking ruin.
Her hands latched in his hair, and she jerked him to her neck. He slammed his cock and fangs into her flesh, their breaths and bodies seizing.
Beth gave a sharp sob that ripped his heart open. He kept his mouth sealed tight, just feeling it. That power. It stood on the neck of time and held it still. Showing them what that impossible union burning through them was. It was eternity. Tucked inside an all-consuming power of love.
Fuck. Fucking wow.
Bishop felt it slowly receding. A lover’s limbs untangling before returning to the heaven it came from. A heaven that lived inside their bond. Inside their child forged from that bond.
Their breaths gained sound and heat, hers burning right against his face as he softly kissed her tear-soaked skin.
He stroked the hair along her face, staring into her soft gaze. “I can't stop,” she whispered with another sob and more tears.
“I know baby,” he croaked, his pulse still raging in his veins. “But I need to check you, Angel.” He glided his mouth along her silky lips, bringing a bucking lust to his cock. “This fucking animal,” he breathed, her moan tearing through him.
He eased her off him when round two hit with a gas stomping hunger. “Do not fucking beg,” he warned when that kryptonite power rose with her need. “Your animal is worse than mine,” he realized, holding her jaw and stabbing his tongue in her mouth. “So fucking greedy,” he muttered. “So fucking perfect and beautiful.”
