Page 30 of Slaying With Sylphs (Haven Ever After #6)

CHAPTER THIRTY

LOU

T he world is cloaked in blue, everything around me reduced to slashes of shadow. The only thing I can focus on, the only thing that still looks real, are the two males who belong to me. The two males I’d do fucking anything to protect.

Fire slicks along my skin as Connall rises from the tub, lifting his hands.

“You need rest, Lou, absolutely, but?—”

“No,” I state simply, stepping out of the tub. I look at Dirk. “Go to the bed, Dirk. Now.”

His eyes go wide, and he looks to Connall.

Bits of reality filter through the blue haze. Little niggling thoughts eat up space in my brain, reminding me that I should call my nieces and check on them, make sure they’re safe. And I should ask more questions about what the fuck happened in that room with Leighton. Was anyone hurt? Did I do anything crazy? The last thing I remember is screaming at Leighton, his eyes going wide, and then…nothing

But somehow, I can’t focus on that. When I try, the thoughts just slip away, and all that’s left is heat and need and desperation.

And the flames. Fuck me, the flames. I’m burning from the inside out, the world reduced again to blue shadows. I don’t know if I’m riding a high from the magic or what, but I need my men.

Right now. With a desperation that’s drowning me in lust.

Connall helps me out of the tub and tosses me over his shoulder, where I get a great view of his bubbly, round ass. Then he reaches for Dirk, who steps elegantly out of the water, suds sluicing down his muscular frame.

Dirk threads his fingers through Connall’s, but his focus is on me. His usual smirk is missing, his eyes slightly hooded, lips parted. His tongue comes out to run along his lower lip as I prop my chin in my hand, elbow against Connall’s back.

“I’ll take you to bed, woman,” Connall says in a tone laced with his wolf’s depth. “But you’re resting.”

I don’t bother to agree as our wolf returns to the main room and hooks a left, down a long hall to his bedroom. Our bedroom, I suppose. Because we haven’t said we’re all moving in together, but all my shit is here, and I can’t imagine either of them allowing me to leave. Not that I’d want to.

Not that either of them would even let me go. I know that deep in my heart.

Dirk’s navy eyes never leave mine as Connall sets me on the bed. I scoot to the headboard and watch in rapt fascination as my men stand at the foot, staring at me like they don’t understand me.

Laying both arms over the pillows, I step my legs outward. My pussy’s wet, soaked, actually. And the blue covering my vision is starting to overtake Dirk and Connall, too. Everything blue. Every possible shade.

Magic.

“Touch each other,” I command. “And then fuck me.”

Connall sputters, running both hands through his hair. “Lou, this is…You need rest . I’m serious. You just?—”

“She needs this,” Dirk says, staring at me as a look of understanding passes over his elegant, angular features. “She knows her mind, Connall, and this is what she needs.”

I wave a hand at him. “Thank you, Dirk. I do know my mind. And my mind wants to see you touch. Go on.” I flick my gaze to Connall, who still looks shell shocked.

He stands straighter and pulls Dirk in front of him, one hand gripping Dirk’s throat and the other sliding lazily down Dirk’s abs. Connall’s fingers trail a soft path along Dirk’s hard cock as Dirk grits his jaw and stares at me like a man possessed.

“What do you want to see us do, Lou?”

Connall’s question has my empty pussy clenching with need.

“Bite him,” I demand. “Stroke him. Then let me take him.”

Dirk gasps, head falling back against Connall’s shoulder.

Connall strikes with predatory intensity, sinking his fangs into Dirk’s neck. The effect is instant. Dirk barks out a curse, but lets his head fall to the side as I watch. Connall wraps his enormous hand around Dirk’s hardening length and tugs slowly, pinching the tip with soft, familiar strokes.

“That’s it,” I praise. “Make a mess of him, then let him free.”

“Louanna,” Dirk all but begs. My sweet but conniving sylph looks ready to lose his mind.

Connall releases the bite and pushes Dirk onto the bed. “Go, sylph. I want to watch you.” His eyes meet mine. “I’m going to sit next to the bed while he takes you for the first time.”

Dirk glances up at our mate. “And then yeh’ll join us.” It’s not really a question; it’s more of a statement.

Connall grins, reaching down to stroke his thick, hard cock. “Maybe.”

Dirk groans and looks back at me, licking his lips. “Oh, Louanna. I’ve waited so long, my love. So patiently.”

I snort. “Patient, my ass.”

His grin goes full feral. “If I’d have done what I wanted to when I first saw yeh, yeh’d be locked up in a cave wearing nothing, chained to my bed for me to have whenever I wanted. It was hard not to steal you away, Louanna.” Lightning flashes over his skin, straining toward me.

“I’d have escaped.” I cross my arms and my legs at the ankle, taunting him. “You couldn’t have held me there.”

Dirk’s nostrils flare. He lurches across the bed, grabbing my ankles and yanking them farther apart. Cool hands slide up my inner thighs and press outward at my knees. Dirk’s casual perusal of my pussy has me tightening, desperate to touch him despite the commands I just gave him.

I’m all talk, I swear. The truth is that when my sylph wants something, he takes it. He is the literal definition of persistence. But something inside me says that’s not exactly right. That I need to command him. That it pleases me.

That I should do it more.

Connall rounds the bed to my right and grabs an armchair from the corner. He drags it to the side of the bed and sits with an ankle on his knee. He’s still clothed, but it’d be hard to miss the enormous erection pressed to his zipper.

“Eyes on him, Lou,” my wolf commands.

Groaning, I debate sassing him. I love sassing him. And he loves to be sassed.

But a feral growl from Dirk pulls my attention back to him.

“I’m gonna take yeh, Louanna,” he growls, biting at my inner thighs as his grip tightens. “And I don’t want yeh to look away from me. Not for a second. No matter what our wolf does. Do yeh understand?”

Chest heaving, I nod as I watch his thin lips trail a prickly line up my leg. He bites, then swirls his tongue over the indentions of his teeth. The pain of his bites and soft pleasure of his tongue have me ready to fly apart at the seams.

It’s been so long that we’ve danced around this. So long that I pushed him away and told myself I wasn’t ready. Maybe I’m not. Or maybe it doesn’t matter, because these two love me so hard, I can’t find a reason not to give in to them.

“Dirk, be a good boy,” I say, reaching for him with both hands. “Just give me what I want.”

He lifts his head, eyes flashing as his lightning zips faster across his skin. It entrances me, all that delicious blue flame. I’ve never been able to look away when it goes all erratic like it is now.

Because I’m a blue witch.

Holy gods. Realization hits me like a ton of bricks, and I shoot upright in the bed, staring at the way Dirk’s lightning zips and jags over his skin.

I press my hand to his chest. “Did you know?” My voice is impossibly soft.

He pauses, rubbing the stubble of his chin along my inner thigh.

“Did you know I was a blue witch?” I demand. “Come up here and tell me right now, you?—”

A big hand grips my throat, his thumb running roughly over my lower lip. “Scoundrel?” His tone is dark and devious. It’s easy to see how he got in trouble as a younger male. “Menace? Deviant? I am all of those things, Louanna,” he growls. “I didn’t know yeh were a blue witch, mate, but I had an inkling.”

Connall shifts forward on the seat. “And you didn’t mention this before?”

Dirk squeezes my throat and nips at my lower lip, his talented fingers coming to my pussy and slipping inside. He curls them and strokes my G-spot as I pant and gasp.

“Och, don’t be upset. I’m an air elemental. She’s a battle witch. And yer our blue moon wolf. What do blue moons signify in yer culture, Connall?”

Connall sits back in his chair with a look of incredulity. “Growth, wisdom, love.”

“And when were yeh born, my sweet wolf?” Dirk’s voice is lower than I’ve ever heard it.

“During a blue moon,” Connall whispers.

I glance between them.

Dirk dips down and bites my nipple, sucking hard at the bud and swirling his tongue over it as I cry out. Gods, I’m going to come already. This is too much, this revelation.

“Yeh were both fated to be mine from the moment yeh arrived on this planet. Mine as ordained by the shifter gods.” He smiles at Connall, then looks up at me. “Mine as ordained by the witchling gods and goddesses.” Then he places his hand over his chest where his gem normally lies. “And mine according to all the lore of my people. Yeh couldn’t be any more mine if I’d written our story myself.”

I stare at him in shock, but he returns to my other breast, biting and sucking. “It’s always been you,” he whispers into my skin. “I didnae tell yeh about the witch guess because I didn’t want the pressure that’d inevitably come from that. I could’ve been wrong. There are so few blue witches who publicly admit their power. But I’ve met enough to guess at yeh bein’ one…”

I huff. “I don’t know whether to slap you or deny you this sweet, sweet pussy.”

Sweat breaks out over my skin, rolling down my back as my muscles tremble. Blue overtakes the world again, lust radiating out from between my thighs in giant sunbursts that have me ready to explode.

“Neither, Louanna.” He flops onto his back in the pillows, then pulls me on top of him and notches his cock between my pussy lips. Using his grip on my thighs, he rubs me up and down his length. “Tell me yeh don’t want more of this, that yeh haven’t dreamed of what it might feel like to do this.”

“I haven’t,” I snark, even as I shunt my hips rhythmically, taking pleasure from his thick, veiny cock. Gods, it’s perfect. But when lightning streaks down it, sending tiny vibrations into my skin, I shudder.

“That’s right, witch,” Dirk croons. “It’ll be inside yeh too.”

I plant both hands on his chest and use that leverage to thrust harder. “Maybe I’ll come all over you and leave you hanging,” I taunt.

“Don’t think so,” he growls.

“I’m getting close,” I gasp. Every drag of my hips along his length sends tiny zaps of lightning to my clit. I’m going to tease my bratty sylph by?—

One moment I’m on top of him, and the next we’re lurching across the bed. Dirk lands next to it, standing with me in front of him, legs parted around his midsection.

“What the fuck?” I blurt out. “How?”

“Yeh might’ve noticed I don’t always move like others do.” He yanks me to the edge of the bed, his heavy cock resting over my pussy and lower belly. “Yeh’re soaking wet, Louanna. It’s time, my sweet.”

I’m not ready when he grips his cock and notches it at my pussy. A teasing thrust later, electricity shoots through me as he works his way inside. He slides out, eyes locked onto mine.

“Don’t look away, Louanna,” he reminds me. His grip on the backs of my legs tightens, and he presses into me on a slow, measured stroke. His dark eyes fall to where we’re connected as Connall starts purring beside the bed. I can’t help thrusting to meet Dirk, but he laughs and pulls back out, leaving me empty and frustrated.

“Och, Louanna,” he sighs, “yeh’ll be the death of me, but yeh need a tease, woman. If I know anything about yeh, it’s that I cannae give yeh everything yeh want the moment yeh want it.”

Growling, I rock my hips again, impaling myself on the very tip of his cock. His body’s not hot like Connall’s, but that fucking lightning zips and teases at my entrance like a damn vibrator. Except it zags and streaks outward from my core and along my limbs, causing my muscles to tense and tighten.

“Fuck her,” Connall commands. “Hard and slow, Sylph.”

I glance over. I can’t help myself. I love Connall in command mode.

The moment I do, Dirk grips my throat and forces my gaze back to his flashing eyes. “Dinnae look away, woman,” he snarls. With a quick rock of his hips, he thrusts all the way inside, filling me to the brim as I scream and arch around his fullness. Flutters of lightning bounce around, making him feel even bigger as I gasp around the intensity.

He pulls out and then rocks his hips, plunging back inside me until he takes up a slow and steady pace, driving into me and then withdrawing. Every pass drags his cock along my G-spot, his grip on my throat tightening as blue darkens his cheeks.

“Godsdamn, Louanna,” he rumbles. “I’ve never felt anything so tight, so hot. Yer pussy swallows me up, woman. How does it feel?”

But I’m too caught up in the slow, intense build of this electrical storm to answer. I wrap my fingers in the sheets to center myself as I try not to come too fast. But my muscles tremble as heat builds in my core, my pussy tightening around Dirk every time he thrusts into me.

“Faster,” Connall commands. “Make her come, then start over again, and I’ll join you.”

Fuck, oh fuck, the idea of being between them, of being taken by them both, overwhelms me, and I start shoving my hips up to meet Dirk. Or trying to, but his grip on the backs of my legs tightens as he moves faster. Low, masculine grunts erupt from him. He’s as close to losing his mind as I am.

“Fuck me harder,” I say darkly, shifting onto my elbows to watch his cock slip deep inside me.

“Fuck, Louanna,” he moans.

“That’s it, Dirk,” I purr, “give me that thick cock until I come. I need to feel you explode inside me, mate.”

His rhythm goes jagged and desperate.

The right side of the bed dips, and Connall crawls to my side. He wears a knowing smirk as he unzips his pants and pulls out his cock.

“I see what you’re doing, Lou. So I’ll give you something else to do with that pretty, sassy mouth.” He grabs his cock by the base as Dirk’s rhythm steadies. Scooting slightly forward, he rubs the tip of his dick along my lips. “Open wide, sweetheart. You still owe me a few inches.”

Lightning skates over my skin and zings up the length of Connall’s cock. My wolf bellows and tenses, back arching as his nipples pebble. I don’t know when he took his shirt off, but thank the gods for that. Watching Dirk’s power streak over Connall’s skin and back down to mine, circling my clit, is enough to toss me to the very edge of sanity.

Crying out, I surge forward and take as much of Connall as I can.

Dirk groans, low and ragged, a masculine sound that has me on the edge of coming. But when Connall wraps a fist around my braid and uses it as leverage to fuck my mouth, I lose it. It’s too much.

The first moments of my orgasm are an intense fluttering wave, like riding to the top of the rollercoaster. And then I tip over the edge into bliss, flying apart at the seams as I fall to my back and scream. My toes curl as everything goes silent. And Dirk never stops fucking me with hard strokes that pull my orgasm along until it strengthens and radiates out from my core, my body imploding around him.

Ecstasy batters me for years, it feels like. When it finally recedes to lap lazily at the edges of my consciousness, my eyes flutter open to look at my males. Dirk stands between my thighs with his lips slightly parted, eyes hooded. He’s coated in a thin sheen of sweat, blue flames licking up his skin, chasing his lightning playfully.

He looks delicious.

Kneeling by my side, Connall plays with the end of my braid, lips tilted into a smile. “You still owe me inches, Lou. Let’s try that again.”

I lift a brow. “Come take them, Wolf.”