Page 57 of Slaying With Sylphs

“Scent her a little lower,” Dirk says in a teasing tone.

“What are you doing?” I hiss, fear rising as Connall’s focus moves down my neck to my breasts.

“Showing him what belongs to him.” Dirk removes my hands from the dress. He opens it back up, exposing my tits and belly to them both.

I should be terrified, and part of me is, but another part of me is fascinated at the way Connall’s green eyes rove appreciatively over my figure. This is Connall.MyConnall. He’d never hurt me.

I hold back a squeal when his warm breath caresses my body. But gods help me for thinking it, he feels good. Dirk reaches for my knee, pulling it toward him, splaying me wide open.

Connall’s sparkling eyes drop from my tits down…there.

Elegant nostrils flare, his elongated wolf ears twitching as his muscles grow and expand, his wolf pressing further to the surface. Like this, halfway shifted, he’s massive, dwarfing Dirk and me both.

And I can’t stop staring at how fucking beautiful he is, now that I’m past the shock of him shifting. His fur’s the same auburn shade as when he’s in full human form, slightly wavy and just as soft looking.

Dirk gently grabs the dress and pulls it out of the way, exposing my lace undies. My breath becomes rapid panting when fingers come to the crotch of my underwear and tug it to the side.

Connall lets out an otherworldly growl that raises the hair on my nape. When I move to snap my legs closed on instinct, Dirk murmurs to me, “Let him see, my beauty.”

Forcing myself to relax, I let my legs fall wide, watching Connall’s muscles bunch.

He lurches forward and dips low, his features elongating as his nose becomes a snout, eyes set farther back on his head. He’s nearly full wolf.

Oh gods.

He growls and bends forward, burying his nose in my pussy. I jolt at the cold, wet sensation. But when it’s immediately replaced by the swipe of a huge, warm tongue, I cry out.

“The two o’you are hotter than a forest fire,” Dirk says. “How does he feel, Louanna?”

But I can’t talk, can’t even think as Connall’s claw-tipped, fur-covered hands come to my thighs and yank me flat on my back. He shifts backward, hanging off the sofa as he licks again. His tongue is so big and rough, licking a hard path from my ass to my clit and back again.

Pleasure builds explosively between my thighs. But when Dirk bends over me, sucking my nipple between his soft, cool lips, I lose it. My body jerks and jolts, hips thrusting to meet Connall’s tongue as Dirk chuckles around a mouthful of tit. The sensations overwhelm me; I can’t tell where to focus. On the slow, playful build of Dirk’s mouth or the rough, ragged drag of Connall’s huge, worshipful tongue.

Between my thighs, he starts growling, and then it becomes a purr-growl mix that sends vibrations through my entire body.

Orgasm hits me out of nowhere, back bowing as my pussy clamps hard on Connall’s tongue. And some-fucking-how he curls it inside my channel, licking my G-spot until one orgasm turns into two, maybe three. I can’t tell because they don’t stop. And the entire time, Dirk sucks my nipples like a godsdamn champ.

I come until stars begin to dance across my eyelids. Pleasure begins to recede, leaving me washed up and blissed out. Connall slips off the sofa and stands, shifting fully back to human form. I’m too exhausted to even sit up, so I stare at him in wonder.

His clothing is ripped to shreds, hanging off him in tatters. His muscles seem extra huge, pumped up with his wolf’s power.

A chuckle from Dirk pulls my attention to him. He’s scooted to the back of the deep sofa, an arm on either side as he grins at Connall.

He eyes his tattered shirt and the state of me and drops to both knees at the foot of the sofa. “I couldn’t help myself. Lou, are you alright?”

“It was crazy hot,” I offer with a laugh. “Ten out of ten. No notes.”

Dirk’s fingers slide over my mound and down to my pussy. He rubs along my outer lips, opening me up as Connall stares. “Let’s not forget about all that talking we were supposed to be doing.”

“What’s your favorite color?” I blurt out when Connall’s rough lips come to the inside of my knee and nuzzle.

He stares at my pussy. “Pink.”

“Blue for me,” Dirk teases.

“Did you always know you wanted to be a therapist?” I’m desperately trying to think of questions, of things Ishouldknow about them, but I’m rapidly losing control.

“Yes,” Connall breathes, licking a flat path up my inner thigh to the spot where it meets my sex.

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