Page 39 of Slaying With Sylphs

“Go, Louanna,” I encourage, “or I’ll put yeh on him myself.”

The heady scent of arousal saturates the air as she gives me a last look, then shuffles closer to Connall.

“Right here,” Connall encourages again, patting his lap.

Lou moves delicately, lifting a leg to straddle Connall’s tree trunk thighs. His eyes eat her up, moving from her face to herneck and chest and lower. Finally, they move to me as his smile becomes a wicked smirk.

“Dirk, would you like to tell me what I should do to her?”

Oh.Oh.

My wolf is invitin’ me to direct them. Good, he senses what I like, then, which is to be bossy.

I crawl forward on the blanket until I’m seated with a good view of them. Lou squirms in Connall’s lap, looking between us as she grabs her braid and starts twirling the end of it.

“Kiss her,” I command. “Put that pretty mouth to good use, Wolf.”

Green eyes move to Lou’s. “I’d be delighted to. Lou, may I?”

She glances at me again. She’s nervous. It’s obvious in the way she sits tensely in his lap. This is new and different, and it’ll take some work for her inner brat to fully show. She needs gentle, thorough encouragement. Very, very fucking thorough.

“Lou, I need your consent.” Connall’s deep voice is like a calm, cool river running between us. If I’m the fiery spark of our trio, he is undoubtedly the bedrock of our foundation.

“Umm, that’s fine,” she says after a moment, placing her hands on her thighs. Her fingers tremble, but Connall chuckles.

“Too many fookin’ clothes,” I grit out.

Connall grins but keeps his focus on Lou, green eyes scanning her face. “I agree. Take your shirt off.”

She spins to face me, chest heaving, but Connall places a finger under her chin, redirecting her to him. “Take your shirt off, Lou.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to scent you.”

Heat flares through me as she grinds against his lap. It takes everything in me not to straddle his legs behind her and rip the fabric from her shoulders so he can smell every inch of ourwoman. I want her to experience him, the soft drag of that pretty mouth and sharp teeth.

Lou’s chest heaves, but she grips her tee and pulls it over her head, revealing a soft-looking lace bra.

Another groan leaves me. I fookin’ love lace.

Connall’s eyes eat her up. The hand under her chin drops to her shoulder as he sits upright, bringing their upper bodies closer together. He pulls her arms up around his neck. I hold back a groan as her fingers curl into the hair at his nape.

His fingers trail a path along her exposed collarbone to her bra strap. He tugs it down her shoulder as his left hand slides up her back to the base of her neck.

She pants softly when he dips down and presses his mouth and nose to her collarbone, breathing in quietly. They let out matching groans that make my dick throb, precum pooling on the tip as I watch our mate explore her.

Lou’s head falls to one side as Connall drags his mouth along her collarbone and to the hollow at the base of her throat. I watch in rapt fascination at the way his lips move over her skin, teasing, taunting, enjoying. He cocks his head to the side, closing his mouth over her throat, biting and pulling. That move pulls a groan so needy, so desperate from Lou, I spurt in my pants at the sound of it. Connall grins into her skin, eyes flicking to mine as he nibbles a torturous path up her throat to a spot just below her ear.

“Delicious,” he murmurs. “Your scent is heaven, Sweetheart.”

Oh my fuck, that nickname. I want to be called the very same thing. I’ve jest decided.

I shift onto my knees, getting closer as Connall’s lips trace a path up Lou’s neck to her chin. She practically vibrates in his lap, her need so tangible, I drop my mouth open to taste her arousal in the air.

Connall wraps his right hand around Lou’s throat and squeezes, forcing her to look into his eyes. He scans her face like he’ll never get enough time staring at her, like she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Then his eyes shut, and his mouth closes around her lower lip. He sucks the plump thing, parting just long enough for me to see his pink tongue swiping over her lip.

Lou cries out, but in a rush of movement, Connall swallows the noise, slanting his mouth over hers. He devours her, his lips demanding as he holds her to him, his mouth claiming every inch of hers. And Lou goes wild, panting and groaning at every pass of his lips over hers.

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