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She curls over my head at the first pass of my tongue through her soaked pussy lips. Sweet cream coats my tongue as I grunt. Connall fills me, the slap of his hips on mine harder, rougher as he begins to lose control. Knowing I make him feel good, that he’s on the verge of coming, has me arching my back to meet him thrust for thrust. My cock slaps against the tiled wall with every bounce of Connall’s hips.

I suck at Louanna’s clit, holding her pleasure between my lips as her thighs begin to tremble. She gasps as Connall snarls behind me, one hand coming to her thigh to use it as leverage. His big body arcs against mine, his thrusts hard and rough as a stream of growls fills the shower.

Lou groans, looking to where our wolf fucks me near senseless.

“You’re taking him so well, Sylph,” she murmurs. “My good boy. You’re making him feel so good.”

Oh fooooook. We need to play withthatdynamic a whole fook of a lot more.

I cry out with need as I surge between her thighs again, covering her pussy with my mouth and sucking. She grits out a string of curse words and comes, exploding with pleasure that sparks my orgasm. It builds and swirls out from my guts, sending white-hot shards of ecstasy radiating through my system. I roar between her legs as I jolt.

Connall’s movements go choppy and fast until he comes on a snarl, filling my arse with creamy cum. It drips down my thighs, prolonging my orgasm. Louanna’s hips rock against my mouth as her bliss fades.

When we come down, panting and huddled together, I know I’ll do anything, anything, to keep them by my side.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

LOU

There’s nothing hotter in this world than watching the two males you’re obsessed with be obsessed with each other. Obsessed isn’t even the right word for this. I’m falling in love and it happened so fast.

Was it like this for my nieces? One minute you’re meeting a hot gargoyle and the next—bam—you want his babies?

I suspect they feel exactly the same way, too. It’s clear in the way Connall looks at Dirk, and Dirk has always been so up front about his feelings. He slides me off his shoulders, beaming at me. But my focus moves to Connall, to the way he pulls out of Dirk and stares in wonder.

“You okay?” I ask, hoping I’m reading the look on his face right.

He runs both hands through wet, dark hair, but smiles, looking a little surprised. “Better than okay. I…That was nearly indescribable. Having you both like this.”

Dirk glances over his shoulder with a wicked, knowing smile. After a moment, he looks back at me. “Louanna, I…”

His voice trails off as he closes his mouth, swallowing whatever he was going to say next. He glances from Connall to me, his expression tender, almost desperate.

“Woman, I wanted to tell yeh?—”

The alarm on his comm watch pings, and he groans. “I’ve a meeting with Arkan that I’m likely to be late for, but I’ve got something for yeh both.”

He bends down and kisses the tip of my nose. “Let me dry yeh off, Louanna. Then feed yeh a bit of Connall’s food.”

I give him a quizzical look. “Wasn’t there something about how you’re already late?”

Connall steps out of the shower and grabs a towel, wrapping it around his waist. I gulp as his thick cock disappears from view. Damn, I want that again.

“I’ll give it to you later,” he growls, “as long as you’re a good girl, Sweetheart.”

Dirk and I groan together. I slap his arm. “What are you groaning about? You already got dicked down, and I bet it felt so good.”

“So good,” Dirk confirms. “The fookin’ best.”

They’re going to be such teases together; I can already tell.

Dirk pulls me out of the shower, and then I get the oddest experience of being hand-dried by two gorgeous males who refuse to let me do it myself. But when Connall drops to his knees, claiming he needs to tongue-bathe me, honestly? I let him.

Who would say no to that?

A delicious, orgasmic quarter-hour later, I’m dressed and standing in the kitchen as Connall cooks some sort of breakfast hash with potatoes and sausage. Dirk joins us in the kitchen, leaning against the island where I'm sitting, staring at Connall’s ass while he cooks.

“Gods, it’s beautiful,” he muses. “I can see why yeh picked this spot, Louanna.”

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