Page 20 of Slaying With Sylphs (Haven Ever After #6)
CHAPTER TWENTY
LOU
O ne second I was getting the best teasing of my life, and the next, I’m staring at a half-shifted Connall with eyes like twin police lights. He doesn’t seem entirely in control, and I don’t know how much of Connall remains when his wolf comes out.
And his wolf is freaking enormous .
“Dirk,” I whisper. “What should we do?”
If Connall’s still in there somewhere, it doesn’t seem like it. I thought shifters controlled their shift, but it felt like he just lost it.
“Lie back, Louanna,” he suggests. “You’re so godsdamn hot, our wolf cannae help himself. He’ll be alright, and we would never put yeh in danger.”
Sinking slowly against the sofa back, I pull my discarded dress up around my body to cover it, but Connall growls and takes a step closer, close enough for me to see the green flecks of Connall’s eyes within his wolf’s. He brings his nose to my cheek and chuffs softly as my heart races.
“Scent her a little lower,” Dirk says in a teasing tone.
“What are you doing?” I hiss, fear rising as Connall’s focus moves down my neck to my breasts.
“Showing him what belongs to him.” Dirk removes my hands from the dress. He opens it back up, exposing my tits and belly to them both.
I should be terrified, and part of me is, but another part of me is fascinated at the way Connall’s green eyes rove appreciatively over my figure. This is Connall. My Connall. He’d never hurt me.
I hold back a squeal when his warm breath caresses my body. But gods help me for thinking it, he feels good. Dirk reaches for my knee, pulling it toward him, splaying me wide open.
Connall’s sparkling eyes drop from my tits down…there.
Elegant nostrils flare, his elongated wolf ears twitching as his muscles grow and expand, his wolf pressing further to the surface. Like this, halfway shifted, he’s massive, dwarfing Dirk and me both.
And I can’t stop staring at how fucking beautiful he is, now that I’m past the shock of him shifting. His fur’s the same auburn shade as when he’s in full human form, slightly wavy and just as soft looking.
Dirk gently grabs the dress and pulls it out of the way, exposing my lace undies. My breath becomes rapid panting when fingers come to the crotch of my underwear and tug it to the side.
Connall lets out an otherworldly growl that raises the hair on my nape. When I move to snap my legs closed on instinct, Dirk murmurs to me, “Let him see, my beauty.”
Forcing myself to relax, I let my legs fall wide, watching Connall’s muscles bunch.
He lurches forward and dips low, his features elongating as his nose becomes a snout, eyes set farther back on his head. He’s nearly full wolf.
Oh gods.
He growls and bends forward, burying his nose in my pussy. I jolt at the cold, wet sensation. But when it’s immediately replaced by the swipe of a huge, warm tongue, I cry out.
“The two o’you are hotter than a forest fire,” Dirk says. “How does he feel, Louanna?”
But I can’t talk, can’t even think as Connall’s claw-tipped, fur-covered hands come to my thighs and yank me flat on my back. He shifts backward, hanging off the sofa as he licks again. His tongue is so big and rough, licking a hard path from my ass to my clit and back again.
Pleasure builds explosively between my thighs. But when Dirk bends over me, sucking my nipple between his soft, cool lips, I lose it. My body jerks and jolts, hips thrusting to meet Connall’s tongue as Dirk chuckles around a mouthful of tit. The sensations overwhelm me; I can’t tell where to focus. On the slow, playful build of Dirk’s mouth or the rough, ragged drag of Connall’s huge, worshipful tongue.
Between my thighs, he starts growling, and then it becomes a purr-growl mix that sends vibrations through my entire body.
Orgasm hits me out of nowhere, back bowing as my pussy clamps hard on Connall’s tongue. And some-fucking-how he curls it inside my channel, licking my G-spot until one orgasm turns into two, maybe three. I can’t tell because they don’t stop. And the entire time, Dirk sucks my nipples like a godsdamn champ.
I come until stars begin to dance across my eyelids. Pleasure begins to recede, leaving me washed up and blissed out. Connall slips off the sofa and stands, shifting fully back to human form. I’m too exhausted to even sit up, so I stare at him in wonder.
His clothing is ripped to shreds, hanging off him in tatters. His muscles seem extra huge, pumped up with his wolf’s power.
A chuckle from Dirk pulls my attention to him. He’s scooted to the back of the deep sofa, an arm on either side as he grins at Connall.
He eyes his tattered shirt and the state of me and drops to both knees at the foot of the sofa. “I couldn’t help myself. Lou, are you alright?”
“It was crazy hot,” I offer with a laugh. “Ten out of ten. No notes.”
Dirk’s fingers slide over my mound and down to my pussy. He rubs along my outer lips, opening me up as Connall stares. “Let’s not forget about all that talking we were supposed to be doing.”
“What’s your favorite color?” I blurt out when Connall’s rough lips come to the inside of my knee and nuzzle.
He stares at my pussy. “Pink.”
“Blue for me,” Dirk teases.
“Did you always know you wanted to be a therapist?” I’m desperately trying to think of questions, of things I should know about them, but I’m rapidly losing control.
“Yes,” Connall breathes, licking a flat path up my inner thigh to the spot where it meets my sex.
“This isn’t a conversation if I get one-word answers,” I bark.
But when Connall’s lips close over my clit and pull softly, I give up. I give up on driving the conversation or learning more. Because there’s no room left in my brain for anything but pleasure. I only know one thing with any certainty at this point—wherever this is going, I am all-fucking-in.
T he following day, I check my comm watch and realize it’s nearly noon. I’ve got a date with Iggy. It’s more of his “check on Lou” plan, but it’s so cute, I don’t have the heart to tell him he doesn’t need to baby me.
I take a left on Main Street and walk past Scoops and Miriam’s Sweets. Eventually, I get close to Town Hall and cross over to the movie theater. Iggy hovers in the air in front of the door, a single rose in his hands. When he sees me, his blue eyes go wide and bright, a smile splitting his adorable face.
“Lou! You’re here! Are you ready for our date? Well, not a date like Dad and Miriam have, but you know what I mean!” He zooms toward me and flies in dizzying circles around my head.
“Of course I’m here,” I sass, pinching at his hip as he barrels by.
He yips and executes a flawless spin and stop, zipping the other direction.
“Damn, Iggy, you’re getting good.”
He laughs and slows down, flapping to my shoulder and settling on it. Like always, his long tail curls around my neck, the spade-shaped tip slipping into my shirt to rest over my heart.
He wraps one chubby arm around my head. “Your heart beats so fast, Lou. Faster than anyone’s.”
I reach up and lay my hand on his haunch, rubbing gently. It’s easy to act like I don’t need Iggy to fix me, and the reality is it’s not his job or responsibility to sort out the turmoil in my brain. But I love that he makes the effort anyhow.
When we enter the movie theater, I smile at how retro and adorable it is. Black and white checkered tiles lead to three different theaters, all playing movies from vastly different points in time. Since time moves faster inside the haven system, I thought they’d have new movies every day, but it seems like whoever owns this place randomly picks. Today, they’re playing Terminator 2 , Practical Magic , and Inside Out .
Iggy opts for Inside Out and orders a soda, despite the fact that the movie theater doesn’t allow him to drink it. I laugh when he asks me to hold it for him until we find our seats. Minnie, his hellhound, lumbers loudly after us, moaning and groaning. She’s got to be close to having her puppies, as miserable as she sounds.
When we reach our seats and I hand Iggy the soda, the seat immediately flips up, knocking him backward. The soda goes flying, drenching the row behind us.
“Godsdamnit!” Iggy shouts, raising a fist at the roof. The movie theater creaks at the same time I pinch his leg for cussing.
He settles in his seat, his tail wrapped around my upper arm. Minnie lumbers up onto the seat next to him and drops her head into his lap, her eyes closing the minute the movie about a young girl’s emotions starts.
When we get to the part where the kid’s mental Family Island begins to fall, Iggy snuggles up against me and speaks loudly over the sound of the movie.
“Don’t worry, Lou. Your family island is like, super strong, and I won’t ever let it fall down. You can count on me!”
Minnie chuffs as I reach over and kiss the top of his head.
“I know, kiddo. You’re the best thing ever.”
He sighs and smiles up at me. “I am.” Quick as a flash he leans over and tries to take a sip of my soda.
The effect is immediate. His theater seat completely inverts, tossing him over the heads of the monsters in front of us. He cackles as he tumbles head over tail. Someone shushes him as he zips back and settles in my lap, kissing at Minnie. She looks at the still-flipped seat and lumbers off of hers, choosing to lie on my feet instead.
Iggy’s tiny little chuckle is the last thing I hear before Riley’s Family Island completely crashes into the abyss in the movie.
As I watch it fall to bits, I think about how well things are going for me right now. Ig is right—my family island feels so good right now. My girls are safe and sound and happy. I’ve got wonderful friends and I’m dating two males who make me feel more alive than I’ve felt in a long time.
I just hope it doesn’t crash and burn.