Page 62 of Slaying With Sylphs

Shock courses through me, realization slapping me at how good it feels to call him that. It feels right.Hefeels right. Even without Lou here between us.

Dirk drops to his knees and yanks my jeans down. In one swift move, he lurches forward and takes my entire cock in his mouth. I hit the back of his throat and keep going as desperate sounds leave my lips. Planting both hands on the tree behind him, I pant as I watch his cheeks hollow around my thickness. Pretty dark lashes flutter against his blue-freckled cheeks, highlighting his long, elegant features. Goddess, he’s beautiful.

He pops off my dick and suckles at the tip, playing and licking as seed fills my sack until I feel like I’ll explode.

“Dirk,” I grunt. “Please.”

He grins and takes me into his mouth until his nose touches my stomach. When he growls, the low vibration hits me so hard, I lose control. I cry out in pleasure as orgasm rushes through me, my entire body stiffening as heat and bliss radiate from my core outward. Hot seed barrels down my shaft, exploding down his throat as he hums around my throbbing length.

He swallows every fucking drop as I wheeze and heave and try not to pass out from how fucking good his mouth is. But he doesn't stop there. As soon as my orgasm fades, he drops lower and sucks one of my balls into his mouth, pulling gently. My softening cock grows hard again when he strokes between my ass cheeks with his fingers. It’s just the hint, just the tease, and it reminds me we haven’t talked about sexual preferences between the two of us. But I can’t find words to even have that conversation as he tugs on my balls and circles my back hole with cool, wet fingers.

He’s going to put his finger into my ass. I know that as he plays with it. And I’m going to let him because this feels too damn good to stop. Stepping my feet wide, I pant as I slide my fingers into his hair and grip.

The sudden sound of crashing reaches my ears, and I jerk my head around.

Dirk’s mouth pops off my nut, and he looks up at me. “What is it?”

I turn as he rises.

“What do yeh hear?”

A slight rustling reaches me as I twitch an ear. “Something crashed through the underbrush,” I whisper.

“Och, some asshole messing up my sexy plans.” He scowls up at me, but there’s a thoughtful look on his face.

“I don’t know,” I say. “Let’s check it out.”

He whines, “Fine, but I need to finish what I was doin’ later, Wolf.”

“Deal,” I say breathlessly.

“Good. I wanna do it in front of our woman and watch her lose her mind.”

Goddess. Heat flares through me at imagining Dirk’s lips wrapped around my cock while she watches. I want it. I need it.

But faint rustling still reaches me, and my instinct has always been good. My wolf’s at the front of my mind, focused on the direction the sound came from.

Rounding a bend, I pause at a half dozen ferns lying trampled across my usual path. Stopping, I drop to a knee and pick one up. It’s coated in a sticky dark substance. When I bring it close, my nose scrunches.

Merfolk blood. It has an unusual undercurrent to it, like…berries or…I can’t place it.

My hackles rise as I examine the crushed vegetation. That’s when I notice a foot sticking out into the path a dozen paces ahead.

Oh shit.

Sprinting forward, I slide to a stop with Dirk by my side.

A female mermaid in human form lies tumbled over a mossy fallen tree, her arms askew and face hidden by masses of multi-hued dark hair. There’s no visible blood at a quick glance, but I scent it in the air. My nostrils flaring, I look around, but there’s no sign of someone else coming or going.

“Who’s this?” Dirk steps over the log to brush the mermaid’s blue hair away from her face. Her temple is bloody, a stream of it dribbling from a wound at her hairline.

“Amatheia,” I press the back of my hand to her skin, “King Caralorn’s eldest daughter. She’s cold as ice.”

Dirk lifts his comm watch. “I’ll call Slade.”

I nod, staring at the mermaid as he calls for help.

That done, he returns to where I’ve paused next to Amatheia’s prone form.

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