Page 38 of Slaying With Sylphs (Haven Ever After #6)

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

DIRK

I kiss my Louanna until I can barely breathe, and when the kiss goes languid and deep, Connall joins us.

“How are you out?!” Lou practically shouts, tears streaming down her freckled cheeks.

“Good behavior and Abemet, I think,” I say with a laugh.

Louanna’s amber eyes rove my face. “I can’t believe you’re home.”

Connall strokes my side, his fingers warm and rough. “Dirk, are you hungry? Can we feed you?”

“Och, Wolf, I’ll be fine in a few days,” I respond. “My cell was in the dungeon. Naught for fresh air down there. But a few days in glorious Ever, and I’ll be right as rain.” I look at Lou and grin. “What I could really use is being buried inside our woman.” I glance at him. “With you buried inside me. Everything else later. I need to touch yeh both.”

Connall’s cheeks go pink even as he smiles.

I wrap Louanna’s braid around my fist, dipping her head back to kiss my way up her neck. “Make me the meat in a mate sammie, please.”

Louanna chuckles and grinds her hips against mine, arms still around my neck.

I stop kissing her skin long enough to stare deeply into those stunning, incredible eyes. “Tell me all about the sex you had while I was gone. Try anything new?”

“You haven’t changed.” Connall huffs, pressing us to the countertop with Lou in between. He brings his mouth to the side of her neck and licks, causing her to shiver in my arms. “Not so much new as nonstop. We fucked all the time, mate. In my office, in the woods, in the hot tub, on the deck and every surface of this home.”

I shudder at the mental visions filling my mind as he speaks. “Wish I could’ve watched all that.”

Connall bends over Lou’s shoulder and brings his mouth to mine. Lou moans when my hands tighten around her ass cheeks. Connall’s kiss is slow but rough, just a windup of what’s to come. I sense my mate’s need for dominance.

“I want to watch you,” Lou says. “Let me, please.”

We part long enough for Connall to growl and take her mouth. She’s quivering in my arms, lust driven sky-high by the idea of us together.

“Bedroom,” I whine. “I want our bedroom. Then I want to catch up on everything I missed.”

Connall bends down and picks us both up in his arms. Lou laughs at the awkward position, but as he stalks to the bedroom, she falls quiet.

“I missed you so much,” I admit. “All I thought about was you.”

“She’s never taking you from us again,” Lou barks, her brows furrowing as blue flames erupt across her skin. Her eyes flash blue with heat, and I laugh.

“My sassy blue witch.” I stroke her cheek. “I was half surprised you didn’t show up at Belcastle to blast me out of there, my sweet.”

She positively scowls, crossing her arms. “I threatened to, but Connall convinced me that I’d make it worse, and it might keep you from us for longer.”

We enter the bedroom, and Lou leaps out of Connall’s arms. “I’ll grab the lube!” She runs for the bathroom and disappears as he slides me down to a stand. The thick bar of his cock brushes my front as my brain scrambles.

Big hands come to my chest straps and stroke. “May I remove this?”

I choke up hard, and all I can do is nod. I’m home. Home .

Lou returns and jumps onto the bed, setting a bottle of lube on our nightstand. She settles into the pillows as Connall slips a hand underneath my gem. He depresses the button to release it. As the straps fall from my chest, I look up at him. Green eyes flash with the brighter shade as his wolf pushes forward to look at me.

Their interest is palpable. I stand before them, letting them look their fill. Connall’s green-swirled eyes drift down my neck and over my chest before dropping lower. He jerks his head toward my pants.

“Off.”

The single command hits me the way his deep voice always hits me—right in the damn guts until I can scarcely think around the need.

A sweet scent distracts me, and when I look to the left, Lou’s cheeks are flushed, her mouth dropped open and eyes hooded as she watches us. I grin.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper.

“All yours.” She fans at her face and pulls her knees to her chest.

Connall brings his hands to my jeans and shoves them roughly down my thighs. “I said off, Sylph. She and I fought a lot in the bedroom. Sexy fighting. But we need you between us.”

“Our plaything,” she says with a seductive purr.

His dominance raises the hair on the back of my neck as I scramble to step out of my jeans. The moment I do, he grips my hips and shoves me onto the bed, falling behind me. Big body curled over mine, he thrusts his hips and pushes me forward until I’m hovering over Louanna, breathing the same air as her.

“Stay,” he purrs.

I look over my shoulder, but all I see is my big wolf as he runs both hands over my arse and up my lower back. His eyes are full, bright green, focused on me. When he scoots backward and bends farther down to run his tongue up and over one arse cheek, my eyes roll into my head, and I fall forward to Louanna’s neck, burying my face into her soft comfort.

She squirms and pants, threading her fingers through my hair.

Connall growls and bites his way along my arse to the back of my thigh, bringing his thumb to my back pucker at the same time. I moan when he presses against it. His rough fingers are a sharp contrast to pointy teeth and a hot, soft tongue. He licks and nips at my thighs until he’s close, so close to that stripe of skin between my sack and my hole.

When he runs his tongue between my nuts and up to my pucker, I gasp and nip at Louanna.

“Oh fuck,” she cries out. “Don’t stop, Connall.”

His growl turns into a rolling purr that vibrates my cock as it hangs heavy between my thighs. Wet heat swirls over my taut skin, teasing and taunting me. I need so much more than this. But Connall drops lower and sucks the globe of one ball into his mouth, pulling it tight between his hot lips.

I cry out into Lou’s neck when his other hand comes to my cock and strokes roughly. His touch is the practiced, firm grip he knows I love best. He rubs me hard but slow, pinching the tip of my dick with each pass until I’m rocking back, desperate to get more, to get closer.

But he’s in control, always in control.

He releases my sack and moves his attention to my arse, licking and nipping until I’m a sweaty, squirming mess. Louanna’s scent envelops me as our play stokes her arousal. Her breasts heave close, so close to my mouth.

“Are you ready to come, my sweet?” she says playfully, running her hands through my hair.

“Shirt off,” I beg. “Let me touch you.”

She shifts forward and rips it over her head just as Connall moves his hand to the base of my dick and squeezes hard. His tongue spears my back hole at the same time, and I cry out, arching. When I bring my face back down, Louanna’s wearing naught but black lace, her pink nipples visible through the lace’s thin pattern.

With utter desperation, I lean forward and bite her peaked breast, even as I try not to come from how good Connall’s teeth, lips and tongue feel. My wolf goes wild, biting and licking in great big stripes up and down the cleft of my arse, to my sack and back again.

I whine as Lou’s panting becomes soft, mewling cries. Her scent explodes around the room, driving Connall and me higher as her hips begin to roll, touching nothing. I dive lower, burying my face between her thighs.

“Too much lace,” I growl, reaching forward to slip it to the side. She’s wet, soaked, in fact, and I?—

Connall grabs the bottle of lube, dripping it into my crack as his cock nudes at my back hole, halting rational thought. My eyes roll back into my head as he pushes forward slowly, steadily. Fuck me, it’s been too long since I’ve taken him like this. It’s like sitting on a log of firewood, but, gods, that stretch.

“More,” I moan.

Louanna’s pussy glistens with arousal, distracting me from the feel of my mate filling me to the brim with his thick, delicious length.

“More,” I gasp. I dunno who I’m even talking to at this point, so I surge forward and suck at my mate’s swollen clit, desperately swirling my tongue over the hood as she grunts and collapses to one side, thighs falling open for me.

“Yes.” I grab her thigh and hold it down as Connall’s dick nudges my prostate, the broad hood dragging along that sensitive spot inside me. Heat overtakes me as I attack Louanna with my lips, tongue and mouth.

Connall runs a hand up my back to grip my neck. “Eat her fast and hard,” he commands. “Make her come at least once before you do.”

I obey, gods, do I obey. And I have my pretty little witch coming in moments. She grips my hair hard as she screeches, hips thrusting to get my tongue deeper between her legs. Every desperate sound that leaves her mouth sends my electricity haywire, until it’s dancing over her skin and down the length of my cock and zapping at my nipples.

Connall grunts as his rhythm goes harder, deeper, his hips slapping my arse as he rails into me with measured, heavy strokes.

But when Louanna rolls under me and takes the tip of my cock between her lips, I lose control. I explode, clenching tightly around Connall, which tips him over the edge. He roars, lining my arse with cum as I spurt all over my pretty mate’s face. Every sense muffles and disappears until there’s nothing but the insane pleasure of my mates. Bliss batters me, fire licking up my body, igniting with my lightning until my woman sucks every last drop of cum from my shaft.

As my senses return, I slump forward, hauling my woman with me. Connall’s still lodged inside me, his knot pushing at the edges.

Louanna snuggles into my neck, burrowing beneath my chin with a happy little hum. She’s covered in my seed but seems not to care in the slightest. I stroke her hair as Connall pulls out of me, his cock rubbing my prostate and sending heat flaring through me, my dick bobbing against Louanna’s legs.

Connall falls to his side behind me, reaching over me to place a hand on her hip. He plays with the string of her lace panties as he kisses my back. “She’ll need more shortly. She’s insatiable since her power came in more fully.”

“Och, I think I’m up to the task,” I say quietly. Louanna’s snoring softly in my arms already. “She fell asleep.” I glance over my shoulder at my big mate. “Did we not do enough to keep her interest, yeh think?”

He smiles and kisses the tip of my nose. “Cat naps are suddenly a thing she needs. See if you feel the same way after she gets two minutes of rest. Wherever you are, she’ll tackle you to the ground and take what she wants. We’ve been having a lot of fun playing with dominance. She’s the brattiest woman on the planet, I think.”

“Godsdamnit,” I mutter. “I need to spend a little spy time, watch the two of yeh when yeh’re alone. I need to see her manhandle you, mate.”

“Mhm,” he says with a laugh. “I let her tie me up last week so we could play around with teasing. She made me lose my damn mind, and I broke the headboard to get at her, little minx.”

“I can hear you, you know,” my sweet little mate says wryly, sitting up to pretend-glare at us.

“Yeh were just snoring, my love,” I offer, twisting her braid around my finger.

“Well…” She dips toward my lap and sucks my swollen, aching cock between her lips. Her tongue swirls around it as I arch against Connall. “I’m not asleep anymore.”

But I have no words as she starts everything over again. I don’t think words exist in the universe to accurately describe how much I love them.

How much I will always love them.