Page 25 of Slaying With Sylphs (Haven Ever After #6)

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

DIRK

L ou is the first to fall asleep, her head tucked against Connall’s muscular pecs. He strokes her back, green eyes on me while I touch both her and him. She’s still perched on his knot, but it sits pressed to her pussy lips rather than buried deep inside her.

“Is this really our life?” he whispers as he rubs Lou’s back and plays with her hair.

“Messy and beautiful and delightful. Yeah, this is our real life.” I lean over him and kiss all over my Louanna’s back. I want her to wake so I can tell her how perfect this feels, having her between us. Cherishing her. Worshipping her. How her commanding me in the bedroom almost sent me over the edge.

“You were right to bring her here.” I look up to meet Connall’s intense gaze. “The idea of something happening to her is gonna make me crazy.”

He grinds his teeth. “We won’t let that happen. I don’t know how, but if we don’t let her out of our sight…” His voice trails off and I’m sure he’s thinking what I’m thinking. That we can’t fight a foe we can’t see. He closes his eyes and buries his face in her hair, tightening his arms around her.

Watching them together makes my cock harden again. I want her. I want them. But the heaviness of the day hangs around my neck now that she’s resting peacefully, tucked into Connall’s steady embrace. My Louanna’s a sarcastic soul, but there’s a sensitive edge to her, a delicateness that needs tending. We can be her safe place. Somehow. With all the power I have at my disposal, surely I can keep her safe.

Connall’s eyes close as he touches her. I sense my wolf could use some rest too. When I push off the sofa and cross the room to the kitchen, I feel his eyes on me. I open cupboards, looking for something to cover the rest of the lasagna with.

“Above the stove,” he calls out quietly from across the room.

I grab tin foil from the cabinet, cover the lasagna and put it into the fridge. Then I return to the sofa and find the nearest blanket. I crawl next to my mates and cover Lou.

“Get some rest,” I tell Connall. “I’ll keep watch.”

“Not a cuddler?” His smile teases me.

“Och, Wolf. I love tae cuddle. But after today’s events, I feel compelled to protect yeh both. So sleep.”

He smiles and pulls Lou higher in his arms, burying his face in her hair once more. He opens his eyes long enough to look at me. “Is it possible to fall in love this quickly?”

My throat constricts because he’s saying something I’ve been feeling for so long. But I want to tell them how much I love them when they’re both awake. I can’t share that for the first time without her. I won’t.

I stroke mussed hair away from her cheek, tucking it over her back. Connall takes the long strands and plays with them, sighing contentedly.

“It is,” I confirm, choking around the words. “Get some rest, mate.”

Auburn lashes flutter over his freckled cheeks as he rests his face against the top of Louanna’s head. It seems like mere moments later that soft snores ring through the treehouse.

I don’t need sleep; the elements sustain me. I don’t even need food, for that matter, although I can enjoy it. So I stand watch in the corner of the room while my family rests. In the wee hours of morning, Connall stirs, his beautiful cock bobbing against his thigh. His hands roam Lou’s body, pinching her nipples, stroking between her thighs.

She moans and curls away from him, face in the blankets. He chuckles and sits up, looking at me. Rising to a stand, he crosses the room and grabs my hand. I can’t pull my eyes from how hard he is, dick swinging heavy between his thighs. I want it so badly, my mouth goes dry. But my eyes move to our Louanna.

Connall’s mouth comes to my neck. “Shower with me, Dirk. I’ll leave the door open so we can keep an eye on her.”

As long as I can watch her from a few feet away, I’m willing. So I allow my big mate to pull me into the bathroom, swinging the door wide. The entire back wall is a giant shower made of black pebbles. Black stone walls soar high. It’s like stepping into a sexy, cavernous dragon’s keep. Heat swirls between my thighs, cock stiffening as Connall turns the shower on. I glance at Louanna.

“If you’re unsure, we can do this one at a time.” He rests against the wall.

I’ve got a clear view of her from the bathroom, though, so I turn a bright smile on him. “This is perfect, Wolf.”

“Good,” he growls, pulling me into the shower. He lifts my hands high on the glass front. “Watch her while I bathe you.”

My feral grin pulls a chuckle from my big mate. Part of me thought there might be unevenness in our relationship. That perhaps he’d never care for me the way he so obviously cares for her. But now that we’re in it, that worry is gone.

I’ve dreamed of this for so long. Made the moves and arrangements so we could be in this spot at this time. Can it be this easy? I knew I could convince Louanna, but I thought Connall might have reservations, certain as I was that he’s mine.

But when he brings big, warm hands to my back, lathering my skin with soap, I suspect he feels the connection like I do. He massages my skin, his touch reverent even as he glances over my shoulder at our woman. He’s not rushed as his hands move up my neck and down both arms. His touch moves to my front, soapy hands coming to my cock and stroking.

“Connall,” I moan. “Fook, that feels good.”

My head falls back as his left hand strokes upward on the back of my leg. When warm fingers part my arse cheeks to stroke my back hole, I relax.

“Just where I want yeh, Wolf,” I murmur.

He touches, running his fingers around the tight ring as his mouth comes to my ear. “You want me touching you here? Or you want to touch me here?”

Ah, I see what he’s asking. I glance at him as he dips the barest hint of a finger inside me. “I’ll touch yeh however yeh want, Wolf. But I need yeh on top of me sometimes, the rougher the better.”

His low growl raises the hair on my nape, power building under my skin as he palms my cock and prods my arse. Sensations too numerous to catalog build and swirl at him touching me like this. He returns to my back, nudging at my back hole with the head of his cock.

“I’ve never done this,” he says. “But I want to. And I don’t know if I’d want it done to me, but we can try.”

My focus flicks to our Louanna. She stirs in the bed. Safe. She’s safe in our home. She has to be, because the alternative is too terrible to consider.

I glance over my shoulder at him. “We need lube, mate. Louanna’s waking. Shall we put on a show for her?”

Connall bends and plants a kiss on my shoulder. It morphs into an open-mouthed bite. He bites again and again up my trap to my neck, which receives the same rough treatment. His dick is a hard bar between us, resting between my arse cheeks as he rocks his big hips against mine.

“The moment she’s up, I want her with us,” he growls into my skin. “I need her with us.”

I know what he means. The masculine urge to have her in my arms and never set her down nearly chokes me. Even being this far away feels like torture. But if she needs anything right now, it’s sleep. Good sleep.

He steps out of the shower long enough to root around in a cabinet and withdraw, handily, a bottle of lube. When he returns, I give him a wry look. “Just happened to have that there, did yeh?”

He smiles, and it’s breathtaking. “I’ve been doing some research since you made your interest known. There’s lube stashed all around the house.” He rubs my side. “For that matter, there’s a hook by the front door for your gem, if it’s ever more comfortable for you to hang it there rather than wearing it at home.”

Something about that statement flays me open. That I told him what he is to me and he did research to prepare. That he didn’t run from the attraction. That, despite never dating a man or touching a man like this, he made arrangements.

My wicked smile must fall, because he steps back into the shower and places the lube on a small shelf. Returning to me, he spins me to face him and slants his mouth over mine until we’re breathing the same air.

“My lack of experience with men says nothing about my level of interest in you.”

“I know,” I whisper.

“You’ll be my first,” he growls.

“And only.”

His breathing goes ragged as he grabs one of my hands and guides it down to his cock. He’s impossibly hard, covered in thick veins and that gorgeous wolfy knot. He wraps my fingers around his length and pulls rhythmically.

“This is for you,” he murmurs into my mouth. “The evidence of my attraction. I never expected this, Dirk, but you are captivating.”

I grip him harder and run my fingers around his cockhead, pulling gently at the stretched length of skin running underneath the crown.

Connall snarls and grips my throat. “Lou bit me there, that day we played with the paints. It felt so good.”

“Och, don’t tease me,” I grouse. “If I hadn’t made a promise to stop spying on you, I’d have been there watching.”

“Ask for her consent,” he says on a growl. “But you can spy on me any time I’m not in session, or if I’m with her and she consents.”

I stop stroking, eyes wide. “Seriously?”

“If she agrees,” he clarifies. “The thought of you watching us makes me hot.”

“It’ll be important for yeh to have time alone with her,” I offer.

“Of course.”

“And me.”

Connall’s grin grows big as he palms my sack and strokes behind it. “Naturally.”

He spins me again. “We’re a team, protecting her. So watch our woman, look at how beautiful she is while I fuck this ass with my fingers.”

A groan leaves me as the lube cap snaps open. Chilly fingers prod at my back hole, one slipping inside. It stretches as he thrusts, but it’s not enough to get me off. Just a warmup as my lightning skates over my skin, tingling. But when he adds a second finger and strokes, heat builds between my thighs, my cock going rigid as a tree between my legs. I press my forehead to the glass and stare at Louanna as she sits upright, rubbing at her eyes.

There’s a moment she looks around, concerned, but I groan to pull her attention to me. Amber eyes flash my direction and widen as Connall presses me hard to the glass, two fingers working in and out of my arse. But when he curls them, nudging at my prostate, I yip and grunt and make unintelligible noises.

Lou crawls out of bed, nipping at her bottom lip as she comes to the doorway. My mouth falls open as Connall explores me, figuring out what movements make me pant.

“Louanna, come,” I plead, brows furrowing as the pleasure builds. The chill of the glass at my front is a harsh contrast to the searing hot alpha male at my back. I need Louanna’s softness.

“Are you sure?” she asks, eyes flicking from me to Connall and back again.

“Come here, Sweetheart,” he encourages.

His alpha tone hits us both. I groan, and Lou scurries into the shower, stepping around us into the water. I pull out of Connall’s grasp just long enough to angle the shower head against the wall. Then I reach for my woman and haul her into my arms, pressing her back to the wall and ensuring the stream of water covers us so she doesn’t grow cold.

Burying my face in her neck, I step my feet wide as Connall rejoins us. He kisses Lou over my shoulder, a tender slant of his mouth over hers, his tongue licking into her. When they part, he nuzzles her nose. “Good morning.”

She stares up at him in wonder just as he removes his fingers from my arse. Next, he notches his enormous cockhead against my hole and pushes. I arch my back, fingers tightening on the backs of Louanna’s legs.

At the first gentle thrust, I fall apart. My hole swallows Connall like it was made for his dick, and it was, I suppose. But nothing prepared me for the sensation of being filled by something so big and hot.

I groan into Louanna’s neck, planting desperate kisses on her skin as Connall presses further in. He and I let out matching ragged groans.

“So fucking tight,” he gasps.

“Give me more,” I demand, lifting my head long enough to bring my mouth to my woman’s.

She’s panting, eyes hooded as she stares at us.

With a slow, steady drive of his hips, Connall fills me, dick pulsing in my channel as my lips peel back into a snarl. I’ve been with males before, always comfortable with a fluid sexual drive that calls me to people regardless of their gender. It’s the spirit that attracts me, and my mates have spirit in spades.

Connall grips my hips and pulls out. When he enters me for the second time, my legs begin to tremble, grip tightening until Louanna grunts. But the scent of her arousal floods the small shower area as my dick rubs against her wet pussy. The shower head streams water on us as Connall thrusts harder, rocking me against our mate as her nipples pebble to diamond-hard points.

I want her to feel this pleasure the same as I am, but it’s harder to maneuver her in the shower. But that thought spurs another, and I grin at my woman. Lifting her, I settle her higher against the wall, even as pleasure swirls through my core. Rational thought is about to flee my brain, so I wrap Louanna’s legs over my shoulders and bury my face in her glistening pussy.

She curls over my head at the first pass of my tongue through her soaked pussy lips. Sweet cream coats my tongue as I grunt. Connall fills me, the slap of his hips on mine harder, rougher as he begins to lose control. Knowing I make him feel good, that he’s on the verge of coming, has me arching my back to meet him thrust for thrust. My cock slaps against the tiled wall with every bounce of Connall’s hips.

I suck at Louanna’s clit, holding her pleasure between my lips as her thighs begin to tremble. She gasps as Connall snarls behind me, one hand coming to her thigh to use it as leverage. His big body arcs against mine, his thrusts hard and rough as a stream of growls fills the shower.

Lou groans, looking to where our wolf fucks me near senseless.

“You’re taking him so well, Sylph,” she murmurs. “My good boy. You’re making him feel so good.”

Oh fooooook. We need to play with that dynamic a whole fook of a lot more.

I cry out with need as I surge between her thighs again, covering her pussy with my mouth and sucking. She grits out a string of curse words and comes, exploding with pleasure that sparks my orgasm. It builds and swirls out from my guts, sending white-hot shards of ecstasy radiating through my system. I roar between her legs as I jolt.

Connall’s movements go choppy and fast until he comes on a snarl, filling my arse with creamy cum. It drips down my thighs, prolonging my orgasm. Louanna’s hips rock against my mouth as her bliss fades.

When we come down, panting and huddled together, I know I’ll do anything, anything, to keep them by my side.