Page 56 of Slaying With Sylphs

He grips my throat harder, his kiss turning rough, ragged. I respond in kind. I’m lost, utterly lost to him as the kiss grows frantic. His right hand roams up my back, and he uses it to hold me tightly to him as the kiss becomes more. We’re on the precipice of something here.

When I break it first, sitting back just enough to stare in wonder at my wolf, his eyes are full wolfy shine. “Mine,” he growls, his wolf’s tone evident in the way he speaks.

“Always,” I say back. “Yers and hers, Wolf.”

Connall turns to Lou. “Your turn, pretty girl.”

To my intense shock, she shifts onto her knees and sits by our side, eyes locked on Connall.

Connall releases his hold on my throat, dragging his claws carefully down my chest and stomach, raising red lines in their wake. “Kiss her, Sylph. Make it a good one. I want to watch you two.”

“Finally,” I murmur. “I’ve been waiting ages for this, Louanna.”

She stares as I slide my left arm around her body and pull her close. She’s off-kilter; the only thing holding her up is my much larger frame.

“Louanna,” I whisper, slanting my mouth over hers. “My beautiful mate.”

When her mouth drops open, eyelashes fluttering against tan cheeks, I take her mouth for the first time. Her scent, her taste, they wrap me up as my whole body tenses. She sinks harderinto me as we pause, breathing the same air as I marvel at the perfection of my woman. But then my Louanna moans, and I lose my fookin’ mind.

Growling, I nip at her lips, her tongue, biting and sucking as she responds to me. It’s no less frantic and desperate than my kiss with Connall. But when she parts us to cry out in pleasure, I halt, surprised. Looking down, I see Connall’s slid the top of her dress down, exposing her pretty breasts. His mouth is locked on one, his cheeks hollowed as he sucks her nipple between his lips.

“Yes, Wolf,” I encourage. He smiles with his mouth wrapped around Lou’s breast.

“Oh gods, oh fuck,” she moans, one hand slipping into Connall’s waves. She grips his hair, a groan tumbling from her throat. He bites, and I go harder than granite watching him attack her breast as zealously as he kissed me.

I stroke his jawline until he looks up at me. “Shall we tease our woman, my sweet wolf?”

A ragged growl is my answer as he pushes Lou against the back of the sofa. Big hands come to her wrap dress and yank, breaking the soft belt as he opens the dress and unveils her beautiful body to us. She’s wearing a pale pink lace bra and matching panties, and I didn’t think I could get hotter. But her sexy lace sets me on fire.

Connall slips a hand behind her back and expertly undoes the bra, then pulls it and the dress off. When he tosses them down, I take a moment to admire the perfect roundness of her breasts. Pretty pink nipples tip them, hard and aching. Our mate dips forward and snarls, latching onto her breast as she arches to meet him.

I can’t resist. Moving forward, I lick a stripe up her belly to the underside of her breast. Then I meet Connall at her nipple, slipping my tongue between him and it to lave roughly.

Lou blurts out a stream of unintelligible words as our play turns into a rough kiss between him and me, followed by a hard bite to her breast by our wolf. His chest heaves as the hair rises on the back of my neck.

Bright eyes come to mine, narrowing. Bones shift and crack, and he grows bigger, taller, his ears tapering long and thin as he begins to shift. “Too much,” he growls, his voice nearly all wolf. “Too hot.”

Bones crack and clothing rips until a half-shifted wolf with luminescent green eyes hovers poised over Lou, his long, curved tail lashing from side to side.

Lou sinks into the sofa, eyes wide with fear as I put myself between them.

“Hello, Wolf,” I croon. “Allow me to show you more.”

CHAPTER TWENTY

LOU

One second I was getting the best teasing of my life, and the next, I’m staring at a half-shifted Connall with eyes like twin police lights. He doesn’t seem entirely in control, and I don’t know how much of Connall remains when his wolf comes out.

And his wolf is freakingenormous.

“Dirk,” I whisper. “What should we do?”

If Connall’s still in there somewhere, it doesn’t seem like it. I thought shifters controlled their shift, but it felt like he just lost it.

“Lie back, Louanna,” he suggests. “You’re so godsdamn hot, our wolf cannae help himself. He’ll be alright, and we would never put yeh in danger.”

Sinking slowly against the sofa back, I pull my discarded dress up around my body to cover it, but Connall growls and takes a step closer, close enough for me to see the green flecks of Connall’s eyes within his wolf’s. He brings his nose to my cheek and chuffs softly as my heart races.

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