Page 50 of Slaying With Sylphs

“His place is super cute; you’re gonna love it,” she says. “It’s the perfect blend of masculine and pretty. He’s got a great view, too, because he opted for one of the higher-up locations.”

My mind spins with ideas, wondering what his place will look like.

“Earth to Lou.” Lola rubs my shoulder. “I’ll let you get going, but I better get the rundown. I’m dying to know everything about this—” she waves a hand at me, “—arrangement.”

My mouth goes dry as I consider what I could possibly say. I don’t know if polyamory is common among wolves. Even in the human world, it’s not a new concept, but it’s not super commonplace in my experience either. I’ve never been in a polyamorous relationship, although I had a couple friends who were in one. And then I have no idea what’s normal for sylphs.

I bump her hip with mine. “I’ll plan breakfast with my girls again tomorrow or the next day, like before. Come with us again? I’ll spill all the beans.”

“Oh yes,” she says with a grin. “Just call me when you know which day.”

“It won’t even be breakfast,” I say with a laugh. “We don’t go until like ten a.m. because Morgan’s not an early riser.”

She winks at me. “Bet not with all the shenanigans she and Abe get into.” She smiles and waves goodbye, turning to walk back up the street toward Bad Axe, the bar her mate, Richard, owns.

She doesn't know half the shenanigans my niece and her mate get into. Some of the stories Morgan’s told me are shocking even when one does know about sexy vampire habits.

Shrugging all that aside, I head up Sycamore Street until I reach the last crescent-shaped street that leads off Sycamore. I follow it to the right until I get to the very end. Connall’s the last house on the left, and beyond that is pure, deep and verdant forest. I smooth my wrap dress down again, wiping my sweatypalms on my hips as I stare at a front door wide and tall enough for a centaur or pegasus to go through.

As I lift my hand to knock, the door swings inward. Connall appears in the empty space with a slight smile. He throws a navy rag over his shoulder and reaches for me with his free hand.

I allow him to pull me into the entryway, but he spins me around. When our eyes meet, his flash with his wolf’s emerald shade, his wolf so close to the surface.

“You look stunning,” he growls, his voice rough. The lower-than-usual tone makes everything in my body tighten.

Connall cants his head to one side and sucks in a deep, slow breath. “So good,” he breathes.

For a long moment, I stare into his eyes, wondering what his wolf thinks of the puny human standing in his doorway. Except Connall has never said a single thing to make me feel less than for not being a wolf, or at least some kind of other cool monster.

“Does it bother you that I have no wolf?” I blurt out the thought before I can even stop myself. Gah. Why the fuck did I say that?

Connall takes a step closer, sliding his hand along my hip. He uses the touch to push me back against the curved inner wall. Dipping down, he brushes his mouth softly against mine.

“I haven’t been as direct as usual with you because of the way this came about. Let me be direct now.” His free hand slides up my chest, his fingers curling around my throat. When he talks, it’s like he’s breathing the words right into my lips. “I couldn’t possibly want you any more than I do. There is no deeper level of desire or excitement I could feel to pursue you. And while some of this is new to me, I’m absolutely on board, Lou. With all of it. I want to know everything about you, to learn everything about you.”

My chest heaves, breath coming in stilted gasps at having his soft lips so close to mine. Gods, I need to be kissed.

The moment I think it, he bends lower and takes my mouth. The first swipe of his tongue is slow, languid, just a tease that reminds me of our so-called therapy session.

But his next pass is dominating, his tongue licking along mine as he slants his mouth over my lips. His lips are rough, and when he slides both hands to my ass and parts my thighs, pulling me into his arms and slamming us against the wall, I groan into his mouth.

My groan unleashes him, the kiss growing heated and wild as my hands roam his chest, his neck, up into that gorgeous wavy hair. He ravages my mouth, big hips pistoning against me as one hand slides to my ass and squeezes fucking hard.

I gasp. He nips my lower lip and pulls, growling into the bite as I pant and rock my hips against him. I need more than this. I need all of it. I desperately, desperately need to know what Connall’s like in bed. Because, I’ll admit, the thoughtful, kind, quiet male I’ve seen doesn’t quite line up with this godsdamn kiss.

Fuck, was I wrong. Because Connall said he was dominant, and he is, based on how he’s treated our interactions. I don’t know for sure if monsters think about Doms and subs the way humans do, or if they even have the same names for those roles. But when he pulls back, licking a soft path along the bite on my lip, I decide it’s one of the many things I want to ask during our get-to-know-each-other date tonight.

“More,” I whisper. “Give me more.”

Connall lets out a hard, ragged groan and pulls back, brushing his thumb over my lower lip. It’s tender from his bite. “If I don’t stop now, we’ll never make it to dinner.”

“Screw dinner,” I state simply, leaning down to rub my open mouth along his palm and fingers. I suck the tip of his forefinger into my mouth, biting as I swirl my tongue around the thick digit.

Green eyes flash a darker color as Connall watches me, nostrils flared, big chest rising and falling with deep breaths. He looks on the verge of combusting, or demanding something. But then he smiles and sets me on my feet on the ground.

“Sassy females don’t get what they want the moment they ask for it.” He leans down until his mouth hovers just above mine and places his finger under my chin, tilting my gaze up to meet his. “I like teasing you, Sweetheart. Not to mention, you still owe me a few inches, but I think I’ll let you pay up a little later.”

My pussy clenches on nothing, desperation clawing at me. But I shove it down. I’m not gonna beg a man for dick.

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