Page 91 of Slaying With Sylphs

Dirk’s navy eyes never leave mine as Connall sets me on the bed. I scoot to the headboard and watch in rapt fascination as my men stand at the foot, staring at me like they don’t understand me.

Laying both arms over the pillows, I step my legs outward. My pussy’s wet, soaked, actually. And the blue covering my vision is starting to overtake Dirk and Connall, too. Everything blue. Every possible shade.

Magic.

“Touch each other,” I command. “And then fuck me.”

Connall sputters, running both hands through his hair. “Lou, this is…You needrest. I’m serious. You just?—”

“She needs this,” Dirk says, staring at me as a look of understanding passes over his elegant, angular features. “She knows her mind, Connall, and this is what she needs.”

I wave a hand at him. “Thank you, Dirk. Idoknow my mind. And my mind wants to see you touch. Go on.” I flick my gaze to Connall, who still looks shell shocked.

He stands straighter and pulls Dirk in front of him, one hand gripping Dirk’s throat and the other sliding lazily down Dirk’s abs. Connall’s fingers trail a soft path along Dirk’s hard cock as Dirk grits his jaw and stares at me like a man possessed.

“What do you want to see us do, Lou?”

Connall’s question has my empty pussy clenching with need.

“Bite him,” I demand. “Stroke him. Then let me take him.”

Dirk gasps, head falling back against Connall’s shoulder.

Connall strikes with predatory intensity, sinking his fangs into Dirk’s neck. The effect is instant. Dirk barks out a curse, but lets his head fall to the side as I watch. Connall wraps his enormous hand around Dirk’s hardening length and tugs slowly, pinching the tip with soft, familiar strokes.

“That’s it,” I praise. “Make a mess of him, then let him free.”

“Louanna,” Dirk all but begs. My sweet but conniving sylph looks ready to lose his mind.

Connall releases the bite and pushes Dirk onto the bed. “Go, sylph. I want to watch you.” His eyes meet mine. “I’m going to sit next to the bed while he takes you for the first time.”

Dirk glances up at our mate. “And then yeh’ll join us.” It’s not really a question; it’s more of a statement.

Connall grins, reaching down to stroke his thick, hard cock. “Maybe.”

Dirk groans and looks back at me, licking his lips. “Oh, Louanna. I’ve waited so long, my love. So patiently.”

I snort. “Patient, my ass.”

His grin goes full feral. “If I’d have done what I wanted to when I first saw yeh, yeh’d be locked up in a cave wearing nothing, chained to my bed for me to have whenever I wanted. It was hard not to steal you away, Louanna.” Lightning flashes over his skin, straining toward me.

“I’d have escaped.” I cross my arms and my legs at the ankle, taunting him. “You couldn’t have held me there.”

Dirk’s nostrils flare. He lurches across the bed, grabbing my ankles and yanking them farther apart. Cool hands slide up my inner thighs and press outward at my knees. Dirk’s casual perusal of my pussy has me tightening, desperate to touch him despite the commands I just gave him.

I’m all talk, I swear. The truth is that when my sylph wants something, he takes it. He is the literal definition of persistence. But something inside me says that’s not exactly right. That I need to command him. That it pleases me.

That I should do it more.

Connall rounds the bed to my right and grabs an armchair from the corner. He drags it to the side of the bed and sits with an ankle on his knee. He’s still clothed, but it’d be hard to miss the enormous erection pressed to his zipper.

“Eyes on him, Lou,” my wolf commands.

Groaning, I debate sassing him. I love sassing him. And he loves tobesassed.

But a feral growl from Dirk pulls my attention back to him.

“I’m gonna take yeh, Louanna,” he growls, biting at my inner thighs as his grip tightens. “And I don’t want yeh to look away from me. Not for a second. No matter what our wolf does. Do yeh understand?”

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