Page 24 of Slaying With Sylphs (Haven Ever After #6)

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

LOU

T hat evening, I’m sitting in my room at the Annabelle examining my nearly healed thrall bites when a soft knock breaks through my thoughts. I wave when I see Catherine standing in the doorway. She smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes as she pushes the door open. Dirk and Connall stand behind her, wearing matching worried expressions.

I shift off the bed and pad toward them. Catherine enters the room and steps to the side to make way for…well, I guess, my boyfriends? Gods, I forgot to tell them I told her about us over breakfast yesterday, so she has the full scoop.

“What’s going on?” I look between the trio, a suspicious tingle traveling down the backs of my legs.

Connall takes another step forward, reaching out to brush his knuckles along my jawline. “I want you and Dirk to move into my place until we figure out what’s going on.”

I glance at Dirk, then around at Catherine, and finally back at Connall. “Surely that’s not necessary. I mean?—”

Dirk joins Connall, wrapping one arm around my waist. “We want tae keep you safe, my beauty. We’d both feel better having you at Connall’s place where one of us can stand guard.”

I snort and cross my arms. “Stand guard? For real?” I glance around the males at Catherine, but the look on her face tells me she agrees.

She tucks her hands in the long sleeves of her dress. “It makes sense to me, Lou, if you’re comfortable. Please don’t feel that I want you to leave Annabelle and me, but?—”

“I want you safe,” Connall growls. “I need you safe, Lou. If something happened to you, I…I…” He purses his lips, a muscle twitching in his jaw.

“Okay.” This is important to them; that much is clear. I look at them both. “Are you sure this won’t feel weird to you, like we’re rushing something?’

“I’ll sleep on the sofa, if you like.” Connall pulls me into his arms. “But if you stay here, I’ll lie awake all night worrying about your safety.” He glances up at the ceiling as the inn lets out a terrible noise. “No offense, Annabelle.”

Home. Nothing has felt like home to me since Caroline died. Everything has felt out of place. She was my big sister and best friend. My heart kicks and stutters.

“I’ll pack a bag now.” Turning from them, I squeeze Catherine’s forearm. “Will you feel okay here by yourself?”

“I asked her to come too,” Connall says.

Catherine shakes her head, looking around the room at the inn. “Between Alo next door and the Annabelle, I feel quite comfortable, thank you.” She smiles weakly at me. “This is probably a good idea, darling girl.”

I nod, because I can’t think of anything else to say about our situation.

The next half hour is a blur. Reality sinks in hard. Something dark is here in Ever, inside the magical wards meant to keep us safe. Danger lurks, and I can’t help but feel like I’m somehow involved.

The guys help me pack, and it’s not until Dirk grabs the box of letters I write at night to Catherine that I stop in place, staring. He takes my pen and tucks it carefully into a bag, along with the stack of blank paper. My heart clenches watching him with the letters. He knows how special that box is because he’s been damn spying on me since I arrived, but somehow, it doesn’t upset me.

Being there, being constant, I think that’s Dirk’s love language. Or maybe it’s stalking. I should write the dude who wrote that love languages book and let him know he missed one.

Dirk turns to face me, a half-smile curving his beautiful lips. Slinging the bag strap over his shoulder, he stalks across the room to me. He pulls me into his arms, bends down and places a tender kiss on my forehead. “I couldnae be more excited for this, Louanna, despite the circumstances. It’s a silver lining, if there’s one tae be found.”

I smirk. “If I didn’t know you wouldn’t attack someone, I’d almost think you’d organized a reason for us to have to live under one roof.”

He feigns being offended. “Och, Louanna. ‘Twas Connall’s idea. I was perfectly happy floating around in the air to keep watch.”

A warm body presses to my back, a hand sliding around my side and up my front to rest between my breasts. Dirk’s eyes flash with hunger as he looks over my shoulder.

Connall presses me harder to Dirk. “Let’s get her home and settled.” Steel threads his tone as I remember something Lola told me Richard once said about Connall.

He’s a lover, not a fighter, but he’ll fight tooth and nail for those he loves.

I can see that in the way he’s handling this. Not that I think he loves me, not yet, but his need to protect runs deep.

I glance up at Connall. “What about my nieces? What about the rest of town?”

He strokes my jawline, his teeth tightly grit. He looks stressed as fuck.

“I suspect your nieces will want to be with their mates, but your family is always welcome in my home.”

I consider that, looking between the two males. Nipping the edge of my lip, I nod.

“You’re right, they won’t want to leave their mates. But when we get to your place, I want to call them anyhow.”

“Of course,” Dirk says. “Anything you need, my sweet.”

We leave the Annabelle and head for Shifter Hollow, the guys refusing to let me carry any bags. When we get to Connall’s place, he’s already got dinner started—lasagna’s cooking in the oven. Cheesy, tomatoey smells fill the main living area.

“I’m putting you in my room,” he declares, stalking toward his bedroom with two bags over his broad shoulders.

“Oh, are you finally allowing me to see it?” I tease as Dirk and I trail after him.

He pushes the door open and deposits my bags just inside. Looking up, he crooks his finger at me. “Last night, I lay awake thinking about you all night. And then today, it occurred to me that you could stay here. And I got more and more riled up until having you here overtook all other conscious thought. Come here, Lou.”

I obey until I’m close enough to touch him.

He plays with a long strand of my hair. “Call your nieces, if you like, and then Dirk and I can help you unpack. Whatever you need. I just…” His voice trails off as he rubs my arms with his big, warm hands. Bright green eyes flick to mine. “If I can keep you hidden away in my home, Dirk and I can keep you safe. I have to believe that. And I have to keep you safe, I have to. Do?—”

I slide both hands up his chest and rub. “I understand, Connall. I’m safe here with you two…right?”

Dirk comes to my back, resting one of his hands over Connall’s on my arm. “Call your nieces, my sweet. You’re here, you’re in one piece. Now we’ve got to make sure you’re comfortable.”

I rest my head on Dirk’s chest and glance up, shooting him a wry look. “Right here? You two gonna let me go, or should I make the calls from this sandwichey spot?”

Dirk grins down at me. “I’ve no intentions of moving, Louanna. Go on.” His blue eyes flick to Connall, then back to me. “Err, unless you need space, my sweet. In which case I’ll fuck off to the corner, then zip back like a magnet once yer done.”

The mental vision pulls a laugh from me as I lift my watch and comm first Morgan, then Thea and Wren. True to their word, the guys don’t leave. Connall stares at me, stroking my hair and Dirk plays with the end of my braid.

My girls are safe with their mates, which is all I care about. I make them promise not to go anywhere alone and to check in several times a day. As long as I know they’re not wandering around somewhere by themselves, I won’t worry my head off.

When I hang up, I’m still smashed between two big bodies, and Connall looks…overwhelmed. His bright eyes drift over my face, down my head and neck, over my shoulder to Dirk, then back again.

“We’re okay, Connall,” I say, rubbing his chest. “We’re gonna be fine.”

One of his hands comes to the back of my neck and grips me tightly. “You’d be safer in my arms, Lou. The closer the better.”

I’m grateful for the opening, so I waggle my brows at him. “Good thing there’s a bed behind ya.”

His dark lashes flutter, but he steps backward, pulling me with him. As we sink onto the bed, Dirk joins us at my back, his hands sliding down the outside of my thighs.

“What do you need, Lou?” Connall’s voice is low and commanding but somehow thoughtful at the same time.

“Dickstraction,” I sass. “My girls are safe. You two are safe. And I need to not think about the darkness for a while.”

The barest hint of smile appears at the edges of his mouth. “You’ve always joked about Dirk making anything sensual, Sweetheart, but I’m beginning to think you’re as bad as he is.”

From behind, a hand wraps around my braid and pulls my head back so cool lips can nip at my neck. “He means that in the best of ways, Louanna.”

A moan tumbles from my throat as Dirk nips and nuzzles. At my front, Connall’s all hard planes and heat. We’ve teased and played, but I can’t imagine what it would be like to have sex with them both.

I’m imagining it now, though, desperate to focus on something other than the bullshit that went down yesterday. When Connall growls low under his breath, dipping to lick a rough path up the front of my neck, I jolt in Dirk’s arms and press my palms to Connall’s broad chest. My fingers move of their own accord as both males kiss and bite and tease. Every inch of me winds up tight, a dam ready to break loose, and I have far, far too many clothes on.

“Too many clothes,” Dirk growls, making me wonder—not for the first time—if he can read minds. He rips my shirt over my head and pushes me against Connall’s big frame.

I barely get a chance to notice the room, all dark colors and manly accents, because Connall and Dirk stand at the foot of the bed, staring at me. Connall’s chest heaves, his wolf’s shade flashing through his eyes. His fists are slightly balled, a sizable erection visible through his jeans. Even so, he glances around the room, pulling my focus to the side table.

“There’s a spot for your letter box there, if you like.” He rounds the bed and drops to both knees, opening the drawer of his side table. “Candles and lighter here plus a glass for water. I wasn’t sure what else you’d need.”

“Spot for the letter box was my idea,” Dirk says, joining Connall. They stare at me, my wild, windy sylph and my perfect, strong wolf.

In that moment, I feel like I’m not fighting alone. Like I can be vulnerable, because if I fall, Dirk and Connall will catch me. Worry and emotion rushes back, but some semblance of peace comes with it as I look at them.

Connall points to a remote tucked in the corner of the drawer. “That controls the windows above the bed. You can darken them or call for different weather. Sometimes, when I sleep, I like to set it to rain.” He smiles softly. “It reminds me of Arcadia.”

“Thank you,” I whisper, pulling my knees to my chest as I stare at them. “Thank you for this.”

Connall nods, dark eyes roving over my body. He tenses, chest rising and falling fast. He looks like a man on the edge.

Next to him, Dirk wears a smirk as his eyes travel down my upper body.

“We’re supposed to be thinking about safety, and we are, but godsdamn seeing you in his bed does things to me. Those fookin’ tits are gonna be the death of me, Louanna. ”

Grateful for the change of subject back to something lighter, I lean against the headboard. “Everything past the tits is pretty great too.”

Connall lurches toward me just as a timer rings out from the kitchen, echoing down the hall and halting his progress across the bed. “Fuck,” he grunts, rising and jogging out of the room.

“Och, poor riled-up wolf has to tend to the dinner,” Dirk teases. “But I don’t.” He drops to his knees and reaches for my pants, blue eyes coming to mine. “I need to taste yeh, Louanna, the way he did. I need yeh to come on my tongue before we feed yeh. And then I’ll show yeh where I suggested he put a bottle of lube. We’re gonna need that, pretty girl.”

I help him pull my pants down my legs. He tosses them aside and grabs my leg by the ankle, nipping just above it. Jolting, I pant as his cool lips and tongue make their way up my lower leg to the inside of my knee. He pauses there, playing, nipping, sucking at my skin until my clit throbs with the need to know what his mouth feels like.

He trails a teasing path of light kisses up my inner thigh and over my mound through my panties. Seeing him bent between my thighs is enough to light me on fire. But watching him worship my clit through the lace is too much tease. Not enough of that soft-looking devilish tongue.

“Dirk,” I pant. “I need more than that.”

“Och, Louanna,” he murmurs into my pussy. “The best orgasms come after intense teasing. I wanna eat yeh for a while, my beauty.”

“Nooo,” I wail, flopping back in frustration.

So it surprises me when he rips the crotch of my panties out with his hands and buries his tongue in my channel. At the same time, his upper lip rubs over my clit. A scream tumbles from my throat. He’s soft and wet and cool, and I don’t even know where to focus as his left hand snakes up my body to pinch my nipple. I jerk, back arching as heat spears through me. A cramp starts low in my belly, my toes curling as a growl from the door pulls my attention.

Connall stands in the doorway, both hands gripping the frame above his head. His wolf’s color shines through, their focus fully on me as I arch again. I can’t take much more of this heat. I’m gonna come so hard and so fast. He doesn’t enter the room, though. He stands there as Dirk thrusts his tongue in and out of me, curling it to rub my G-spot until I’m panting and squirming, my body locked up tight.

Before I realize what’s happening, Connall’s across the room, sliding onto his knees beside the bed. He dips his head between my thighs and sucks my clit into his mouth as Dirk continues his slow, torturous licking further down.

Bliss hits like a hurricane, battering me as I thrash and scream and claw at the sheets. But they don’t stop. They lick and suck until I’m so sensitive, I start shoving them away.

When I do, Dirk gives Connall a devious look. “Shall we continue what we started earlier, Wolf?”

Connall looks at me, grins, and then looks back at Dirk. “Let’s make her wait.”

“What?” I sit up in the bed. “What happened earlier?”

Dirk boops me on the nose. “Wouldn’t yeh like to know, my sweet?”

Connall crawls over top of me, flattening me to the bed as thick legs straddle my body. He brings one hand to my braid and fists it, pulling my head backward as he buries his mouth in my neck. Heat builds again as I rub my body against his like a cat in heat. He’s so hot, so hard, so intensely masculine.

Rough lips nip at my shoulder, my neck, my ear. Then he sucks in a ragged, deep breath. “We played in the forest, Sweetheart. Our sylph is a filthy, filthy animal.”

My eyes pop open as I look for Dirk. He’s standing at the foot of the bed watching us, wearing a triumphant smile.

Connall licks and nips a path down my neck, up the front of my throat to my chin. Finally, he takes my mouth with slow, deep kisses. He rolls us and pulls me to straddle his waist. He’s so damn big, I barely fit, spread wide around his muscular hips. We kiss again, and the bed dips when Dirk climbs onto it. He comes behind us, notching his hips against my ass as both hands stroke down my back under my tee.

“Och, yes, mates. I want us like this, Lou riding that knot while I take her ass.”

Connall’s answering growl has me both terrified and absolutely certain I want to try that. Breaking the kiss, I sit up and press my upper body to Dirk’s.

He bends down and kisses the side of my neck, sharp teeth trailing a path to my shoulder. His hips roll against mine as his hands roam around my front, up to my tee. He pulls it over my head and deposits it on the bed next to us.

Immediately, Connall picks up the tee and brings it to his nose, sucking in a deep breath. He groans and drops the shirt to his chest as I watch in fascination. Shifting onto his elbows, he gives Dirk and me a lazy grin.

“I brought you here for protection, Lou,” he growls. “But I’m gonna fuck you tonight if you’re a sweet girl. After dinner, though.”

My bratty side rears her head immediately at the notion that I have to be good to get off.

Dirk brings his mouth to my ear. “Yer wolf is mighty inclined to feed yeh before we go too far. What say we let him do the housely duties and tease the fook out of him while he’s doing it? How far could we go before he loses his mind, do yeh think?”

I chuckle. “Done.”

Dirk shifts away from me and stands. Next thing I know, I’m being pulled into his arms and whisked from the room. I expect Connall to make sad sounds when we leave, but he pushes off the bed, muscles popping as he presses to a stand and stalks after us. I can’t help staring at the way his jeans hang low on his hips, an obvious erection straining the fabric.

When we get to the kitchen, Connall heads to the oven and pulls out a lasagna, depositing it on the countertop to cool. He turns to where Dirk and I stand on the opposite side of the island.

“Dinner’s done. Now what about all that teasing you promised me?”

“Uhhh.” Dirk looks at me and snorts out a laugh. “Thought we had a solid half hour to be naughty on the sofa while you, I dunno, shredded cheese or something.”

Connall stands tall and grins. “One thing you should learn about me, Sylph—I’m always prepared.”

Those words shouldn’t be so hot. But something about how Connall’s always so thoughtful, always so ready for anything, always so steady and kind…it gives me something I haven’t had since Caroline died. She was my rock. My best friend. And her daughters are my best friends now.

I never knew how to recapture that feeling of safety and security that I lost when she passed. But looking at Connall standing in the kitchen with dinner ready brings that feeling back.

His smirk falls, and he rounds the island, bright green eyes scanning my face. “Your scent changed, sweetheart. What’s wrong?”

Dirk holds me tighter.

“My sister was like you,” I admit. “Always prepared. Always mothering me because I was so much younger than her. She always brought me snacks, always remembered when my dance concerts were. I was a flighty kid; I?—”

Words fail me. I don’t know how to explain that feeling of home I get being here with them, don’t know how to admit all of that aloud when this is still so new. It’s a struggle to remind myself that monsters often move far faster than humans do when it comes to relationships. Maybe they won’t find my rush of emotion weird.

Connall pulls his shirt over his head, revealing a broad chest covered in fine hair. Wolfish tattoos cover both pecs and scroll down both arms to his hands. He presses himself against me, his skin burning hot. Being sandwiched between them is my new favorite place in the world. Dirk’s lightning streaks across his skin, gathering where our bodies touch. And Connall’s a furnace, a deep purr rumbling from him.

“I didn’t mean to get all sappy,” I admit.

Connall strokes my jawline, his eyes morphing to full green as his wolf comes forward to look at me.

“We’re gonna eat, Sweetheart. And we’re gonna talk about what’s going on. And then we’re going to bed, alright? If you’re in my arms, I can keep you safe. I have to believe that.”

I can’t muster up any response other than a quick nod, not when Connall’s like this. It’s easy to let him take charge, especially with Dirk a quiet, steady presence at my back.

Connall turns from us and goes back to the island. He cuts the lasagna as Dirk and I join, sitting on the tall stools on the other side. Dirk shifts his chair close, laying an arm on the back of mine as Connall brings our plates to us.

Dirk rubs my shoulder in soft circles. “Louanna, what do you think about seeing Leighton? Yeh’ve had a day to consider it. What do you think is going on?”

Connall’s eyes flash a brighter color as he lays his palms flat on the island and stares at me.

I pick at the lasagna.

“I don’t know. I think it’s odd that we found Amatheia hurt and then I see someone we know is dead. Not just dead, but cremated. It makes no sense.”

Connall straightens and turns, walking across the room. He grabs the communication disk from his wall and returns, setting it on the countertop.

He looks over at Dirk and me. “I had an idea while Lou was just talking. I’ve got a contact at Shadowsurf. He might have insight.”

I force myself to eat a bite of the lasagna even though my blood runs cold at what he just said. When I manage to swallow it, I look up at him. “You think this has something to do with my mental state?”

Connall blanches and shakes his head.

“I don’t know, Lou. But it’s significant that you’re the only one who sees Leighton. Given that Slade doesn’t know what happened and Morgan can’t heal Amatheia, I think it makes sense to explore another avenue where we might find information. That’s all I mean.”

I chew another bite of lasagna as I consider his words. He’s right. If there’s any way we can find out what’s going on, we should explore that. I shove my initial hurt feelings aside and nod.

“We should definitely call. Want to do it while we eat?”

Connall nods and depresses a button on top of the round disk. “Call Ezekiel Blackwater.”

Blackwater. The same last name as Connall. I wonder if?—

A hologram of a handsome, auburn-haired male rises from the disk. Blue eyes crinkle at the corners when he sees Connall. He could be Connall’s brother, honestly. They’ve got the same hair and their features are similar. The other male is slightly lankier, his jawline and nose sharper. He’s handsome.

Dirk’s fingers curl around my shoulder.

“Cousin, you’re looking well,” Mr. Hologram says.

Connall smiles and crosses his arms. “Zeke, it’s good to see you.” He jerks his head toward us. “Meet Lou and Dirk.”

Zeke turns and takes us in, his lips curling into a little smirk. “Hello Dirk and Lou.” He looks back to Connall. “I haven’t seen you in an age. Is everything okay?”

Connall rubs at the back of his neck. “Well, we’ve had an odd incident here and I’m wondering if you’ve ever heard anything similar from the Shadowsurf residents.” He glances at me. “Lou, do you want to explain it in your own words?”

Zeke turns to me with a curious look.

I clear my throat and sit up a little straighter. “I saw a person who’s supposed to be dead, a shifter from here, in Ever.”

Zeke cocks his head to the side. “Supposed to be dead?”

“Definitely dead,” Connall says, his tone mournful. “We cremated him. I was there. He’s gone. But Lou saw him last night. Dirk and I were with her, and we saw nothing. I’m just wondering if you’ve heard of anything like that?”

Zeke grits his jaw. “What else was happening at the time? Anything?”

“A woman had been attacked,” I say. “We can’t figure out what’s wrong with her. But as our doctor was examining her, I saw Leighton when nobody else could.”

Zeke’s eyes spring wide open, and he looks around at all three of us before shaking his head.

Finally, he levels Connall with a serious look. “It’s not uncommon for those of us who have been through trauma to see visions, to see monsters. But it tends to happen during sleep or when we’re alone.” He glances at me, brows furrowed. “It’s not common to happen around others or to be connected to real world violence like this. Although, I suppose it’s possible that the trauma of finding someone attacked could lead to visions.”

I resist the urge to yell at him. What I saw was as real as the nose on my face.

A rolling purr rises up from Zeke’s hologram chest.

“Easy, darlin’, I don’t mean to discredit what you saw.” He shoots me a half smile. “You saw something that can’t be explained, and that’s important. I’m just sharing what I’ve seen in my years of running the Shadowsurf program. But if I’ve learned anything in all that time, it’s to never assume I know the answer.”

“Thanks, cousin,” Connall says. “Mind doing me a favor and asking around a bit more, just to be sure? We’ve got an injured mermaid and what Lou saw. I don’t want to leave any stone unturned.”

Zeke agrees to do that and signs off. The kitchen is quiet, too quiet. I dig into the lasagna, mulling over what he shared.

“I’m not surprised he didn’t have answers for us,” Dirk says. “You’re unique, Louanna.”

I snort out a laugh. “You can say that again.”

“I’m serious.” Dirk rubs the back of my arm with the thrall bites. “You’re different, my sweet. You’ve already done things no one can explain. Why should this be any different?”

He makes a good point. Doc Slade couldn’t explain my thrall bites healing either. But still, the idea of all these things being connected to me is slightly terrifying.

We finish eating and Dirk mercifully changes the subject to skyball for a few minutes. The guys talk and I listen, trying to focus but continuing to come back to all the things we don’t know right now. I know myself well enough to know that it’ll consume me if I let it.

“Hey,” I break in when there’s a pause in the skyball chatter. “I’m anxious and feeling weirdly sappy about all this shit going on; I think we all are. But maybe we can set that aside for a little while.”

Connall rounds the island, grabs the end of my braid, and pulls the hair tie from it. His fingers comb through the strands, undoing it. “It’s not sappy to share your feelings and emotions. I want you both to do that, always. Never hold back from me, or each other. The only way to navigate something potentially complex is to be honest.”

Good , I think. Because I’m about to take this in an entirely different direction.

I lift my chin. “I want to see what you guys did earlier.”

Dirk chuckles.

Connall looks at him, his wolf’s focus flashing through his irises as a muscle works overtime in his jaw. For a long moment, he seems to weigh the options, and I think he might actually say no.

But after a moment, his nostrils flare. “Get on the couch,” he commands, waving us toward the giant pit sofa that might as well be a bed. He grins at Dirk. “Take your clothes off, Sylph.”

I hold back a moan as Dirk’s smile grows broad. He pulls his gem off and sets it on the edge of the sofa. Reaching down, he shoves tight jeans down his muscular legs, revealing a partially hard cock bobbing against his thigh. His dick is as beautiful as the rest of him, long and thick with heavy balls nestled beneath. He’s hairless, but it just accentuates how chiseled he is.

“Sit against the back of the sofa,” Connall says to Dirk. As Dirk obeys, Connall turns to me. “I want you to watch, Lou. Watch and know we did this earlier. And we wanted you to see, to be part of it.”

“Okay,” is all I can manage as he unbuttons his jeans and steps out of them, kicking them onto the floor. His cock swings free, the bulbous section at the base swollen. I gulp as I stare at how huge it is, and I know it’ll swell bigger, locking us in place during sex.

This is a much, much better idea than focusing on all the things I can’t figure out tonight. Go me.

Then I imagine him and Dirk playing around. Would he put that giant knot inside Dirk? Or maybe ask Dirk to ride him? Heat flushes through me as Connall joins us on the sofa, crawling to the back to rest on his knees in front of Dirk.

He glances over his shoulder at us. “Come, Lou. Sit right next to him, Sweetheart.”

I scramble to Dirk’s side, tucking my knees to my chest as I rest against the low sofa back and stare at our wolf.

Green eyes flash at Dirk, swirling with emerald as his wolf presses to the surface. “I want to taste you the way you tasted me, but I need you to guide me. I haven’t done this.”

Dirk brings his foot flat, letting his right knee fall to the side as his cock spears the air, pointing toward Connall. “Och, Wolf. I’ll like anything yeh do, but dinnae worry. I’m an excellent teacher.”

My pussy tightens and clenches. They did this earlier? Gods, it’s so hot, I can’t bear it.

Connall drops onto all fours and brings his nose to the inside of Dirk’s right knee, breathing in softly. He follows a trail down Dirk’s thigh, dragging his fangs along Dirk’s skin. Dirk is silent, watchful as his lightning streaks across his skin and sunbursts out from every point Connall touches.

By the time Connall’s mouth nears Dirk’s cock, Dirk’s already dripping creamy white precum from his flushed tip. I ache to lean over and capture it, to lick him and suck, to find out how to make him fall apart. I want to see Dirk in the throes of ecstasy when he’s not scheming, conniving and planning.

Connall’s right hand comes to Dirk’s sack, and he kneads it gently, tugging and pulling as Dirk lets out a soft moan. “Feels nice, Wolf,” he croons, “but not as sensitive as my shaft.”

Connall grins at me. “Same, but I was interested in what’s back here.” He slides his fingers behind Dirk’s sack and rubs. I can’t see anything more than that, but Dirk’s cheeks flush a darker blue, his jaw tightening.

“Back there is so sensitive,” he murmurs. “Needs lube though. Perhaps our Louanna can help us there.”

I struggle to swallow. My mouth is dry as a desert. “I suggest spitting in your hand, Dirk.”

At my suggestion, he rumbles out a seductive growl and holds an open palm out toward me. “You first, my sweet.”

I lean forward and spit into his palm, but my eyes never leave his.

“Again,” he demands. “I need more than that, Louanna.”

I spit three more times before he’s happy. Connall watches us in silence, but his muscles tremble slightly when Dirk takes the spit and coats the tip of his dick with it, rubbing it into his skin with a soft moan.

Connall bends forward and licks a stripe up the underside of Dirk’s cock. It jolts, going rigid and slapping Connall in the face. Both males groan as I wipe a bead of sweat from my forehead.

“More, Wolf,” Dirk demands. “Suck on it. Taste our Louanna.”

Connall drags his tongue up Dirk’s cock and then opens wide, closing his mouth around Dirk’s cockhead. When he hollows his cheeks and sucks, Dirk’s hips jerk. He grabs at my thigh, squeezing as his head falls back.

“Fuck, Wolf. Yer mouth is so hot, so wet.”

Connall’s responding growl sends Dirk into a panting frenzy, his chest heaving as Connall surges forward, taking all of Dirk’s length into his mouth. Damn, I’m jealous. Deep-throating is an art, and he’s making it look fucking easy. I want in on this action.

“Louanna,” Dirk groans, “need yer mouth, princess.”

I glance at Connall, but his eyes are hooded with lust as he drags his open mouth down one side of Dirk’s cock. I don’t wait for permission that won’t come. My wolf is too lost to the heat. So I lean over and join him, sucking on the tip of Dirk’s dick as he groans, threading his fingers through my loose hair.

Connall joins me, exploring Dirk with our mouths. We lick down to the base of his shaft and back up, taking turns sucking on him. Precum drips steadily from him as his hips roll nonstop.

Connall surges forward and takes my mouth in a deep, searing kiss that unleashes something inside me. Breaking the kiss, I take as much of Dirk as I can between my lips, sucking and licking as I pop off him.

He cries out, “More, Louanna.”

I take him to the back of my throat as Connall dips below me and pulls one of Dirk’s balls into his mouth.

The first spurt of cum hits my tongue as Dirk’s hips vibrate with intensity. His lightning flashes to the base of his cock and spirals out from there, skating over his skin as he pants and cries out.

“He’s about to come,” Connall growls. His mouth replaces mine, taking Dirk to the base as I reach between his thighs and roll his heavy sack in one hand.

Dirk’s eyes glaze over, his focus moving between us as his mouth opens and cheeks flush a darker shade of blue. Then his eyes roll into his head, lips pulling back into a snarl as his hips jerk with steady, fast movements.

He fucks Connall’s face while I stare at them both in absolute wonder. This is mine. They are mine.

And then he explodes, his body going rigid as every muscle tenses. He arches backward, clawing at my thigh and the back of the sofa as he rams his cock into Connall’s mouth with shallow, rapid thrusts. His panting becomes a roar, his lips curled back as he stiffens and grabs at Connall’s hair with the hand not touching me.

Lust and need overtake me as I watch his dick disappear between Connall’s lips. Strings of sticky cum drip from Connall’s mouth, but as Dirk sags back to the couch with a gasping moan, Connall licks him clean. He laps at Dirk’s slit and crown and all the way down both sides of his cock. It falls, spent, to Dirk’s belly, his lightning returning to its usual lazy river state.

“That was…I have no words,” my sylph moans, reaching down to drag his fingertips along Connall’s jaw. He squeezes my knee with his other hand, reminding me that no matter what’s happening in his life, part of him is always focused on me.

He always has been.

Connall glances over. “I can’t wait for you both to do that to me.”

“How about now?” I demand. “I wanna do it now.”

He shakes his head and crawls up Dirk’s body, taking his mouth in a deep, hot kiss that sears me to my core. When they part, he leans over and brings his mouth to Dirk’s ear, saying something low.

Dirk’s eyes flash and move to mine, his lips pulling into a wicked grin. “Yes, Wolf. Yes, we do.”

Oh fuck. They’re talking about me. But I’m a brat, so I scooch toward the end of the sofa. “If you two are busy telling secrets, I’ll just?—”

A big, warm arm yanks me back, my body hitting Connall’s. The impact knocks the breath from my lungs as he brings his mouth to my neck and bites. Pain and shock war with pleasure as he follows the bite by suckling at my skin.

“My bratty woman,” he growls into my ear, “you’re going nowhere until that pussy gets a taste of me.”

He dwarfs me like this, his huge body a furnace at my back. His chest hair tickles my skin as he reaches between my thighs and pulls his cock through them. He’s so damn big, the tip of his dick sticks out between my legs. But then he rocks his body, hips slamming against my ass as his shaft rubs my clit and pussy.

“Fuck,” I grunt out. He feels so damn good, so hot and hard, and I’m dripping like a damn faucet.

When Dirk crawls around to my front with a devious look, I can’t pull my eyes from him, even as orgasm builds deep in my belly. All this teasing, all the watching, it’s got me ready to combust.

So when Dirk leans down and sucks at my clit, I arch and claw at his head and Connall’s big forearm. My muscles tremble as sweat breaks out over my skin. But then the touch disappears. When I look down, Dirk has Connall’s cock in his mouth, lapping at the slit. Behind me, Connall lets out a low, needy moan.

I’m not gonna last another minute. Dirk reaches between my thighs and palms Connall’s shaft, stroking him as our wolf bucks against me in hard, slow motions. The noises coming from him are nearly enough to get me off, but I’m not quite there.

“Louanna needs more,” Dirk says. “She needs that knot, Wolf.”

Oh gods. I’ve seen Connall’s knot, and I’m half convinced it’d break me. But I’m more curious to try.

Connall moves from behind me but pulls me with him. “Turn around, sweetheart. Straddle me. I’m big, but we’ll take this slow and Dirk’ll help, alright?” There’s a rustling noise and he brings his mouth to my ear. “I just put on a contraceptive ring, in case you see it. We should be careful, Sweetheart.”

Heat streaks down my spine, along with nerves that pull goosebumps to the surface of my skin. Preparedness is so hot, and it feels so unbelievable that I’m here with them both. I slide a leg on either side of Connall, his cock a rigid bar pressed to his stomach. Just like he said, a large flesh-colored ring surrounds the base of his knot.

Dirk comes behind me, reaching around to grip Connall and stroke. My wolf’s eyes go hooded, lips curling back into a snarl. He’s never looked like more of a predator than he does now, dominant like this.

Big hands come to my hips and lift me up. Behind me, Dirk guides Connall between my thighs until the head of his cock is notched against my pussy.

I’m trembling, focused on what we’re about to do when Connall’s warm fingers come to my clit and rub soft, gentle circles. Heat swirls as Dirk’s hands come to my ass. He helps me lower down as Connall’s cockhead fills me. I gasp at how big he is, how hard. I don’t think this is gonna work. He fills and rubs every inch of my channel, my pussy clamping and fluttering around a dick that’s too big but feels too fucking good.

“Not gonna let my knot lock you up tonight,” Connall says. “It’s an intense level of connection we haven’t discussed, but I can’t wait to do that with you, Sweetheart.”

As Connall pushes deeper inside, rational thought disappears. There’s only the sensation of being split around a cock that feels like it’s the size of my damn arm.

But the brush of his fingers and filthy praise from Dirk help me drop down a few inches. My legs tremble even as Dirk holds me up. But then he drops me another inch lower, and I hit Connall’s knot.

“There’s no fucking way,” I blurt out, falling forward onto my wolf’s chest. “It’s too damn big.”

“You feel amazing, Sweetheart,” he says with a growl. “This pussy was made for me, made to take me, to be knotted by me. Let me do the work. Let me keep you safe. Let me keep you sated , Lou.”

Nearly sobbing at the stretch of him, I will my muscles to relax as I rest my cheek on Connall’s chest. His hands come just below my ass cheeks as he begins to thrust with shallow, slow movements. The edges of his knot begin to push inside me as I pant and cry out. I don’t know if there’s enough lube in the world for this to work.

But then a warm tongue circles my back hole, and I scream and clench. Connall gasps and jerks his hips, and his knot fills me with a pop. I pant around the absolute fill of him. I’m stretched to the point of pain, but heat’s building anyways, swirling with the first telltale signs of impending orgasm. I moan, because that’s all I can do as Connall’s dick flexes inside me, rubbing against…everything.

He groans again, but I don’t feel Dirk, so?—

“Fuck me, your tongue is amazing,” Connall groans.

Oh gods, what’s Dirk doing? I’m desperate to know.

Connall pulls me forward, capturing my lips as his cock slides out of me, dragging along my G-spot as I pant into the kiss.

Then Dirk’s tongue licks a stripe from my pussy to my ass and back again. Connall and I groan together as he slides back in, his knot playing at the edges of my channel.

The second time he slips it inside me, it’s easier.

The third time is easier still.

Until my wolf fucks up into me with hard, steady movements. Dirk teases and taunts us, his hands roaming my body and Connall’s until I explode around the thickest cock I’ve ever seen. When orgasm hits me, Connall grunts out a string of expletives, and Dirk lets out a maniacal, pleased laugh. I’m too fucking far gone in the pleasure to comprehend anything but the way bliss radiates from my core, my eyes rolling back as I clench rhythmically around Connall’s knot.

When pleasure finally fades, I slump forward and listen to Connall’s steady heartbeat. It’s a little faster than usual, his big chest heaving. Dirk curls over me from behind, kissing and stroking my back and Connall’s side.

Before I even realize it, I’m falling asleep.