Page 115 of Slaying With Sylphs

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 willalwayslove them.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

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