Page 74 of Slaying With Sylphs

Then I imagine him and Dirk playing around. Would he put that giant knot inside Dirk? Or maybe ask Dirk to ride him? Heat flushes through me as Connall joins us on the sofa, crawling to the back to rest on his knees in front of Dirk.

He glances over his shoulder at us. “Come, Lou. Sit right next to him, Sweetheart.”

I scramble to Dirk’s side, tucking my knees to my chest as I rest against the low sofa back and stare at our wolf.

Green eyes flash at Dirk, swirling with emerald as his wolf presses to the surface. “I want to taste you the way you tasted me, but I need you to guide me. I haven’t done this.”

Dirk brings his foot flat, letting his right knee fall to the side as his cock spears the air, pointing toward Connall. “Och, Wolf. I’ll like anything yeh do, but dinnae worry. I’m an excellent teacher.”

My pussy tightens and clenches. They did this earlier? Gods, it’s so hot, I can’t bear it.

Connall drops onto all fours and brings his nose to the inside of Dirk’s right knee, breathing in softly. He follows a trail down Dirk’s thigh, dragging his fangs along Dirk’s skin. Dirk is silent, watchful as his lightning streaks across his skin and sunbursts out from every point Connall touches.

By the time Connall’s mouth nears Dirk’s cock, Dirk’s already dripping creamy white precum from his flushed tip. I ache to lean over and capture it, to lick him and suck, to find out how to make him fall apart. I want to see Dirk in the throes of ecstasy when he’s not scheming, conniving and planning.

Connall’s right hand comes to Dirk’s sack, and he kneads it gently, tugging and pulling as Dirk lets out a soft moan. “Feels nice, Wolf,” he croons, “but not as sensitive as my shaft.”

Connall grins at me. “Same, but I was interested in what’s back here.” He slides his fingers behind Dirk’s sack and rubs. I can’t see anything more than that, but Dirk’s cheeks flush a darker blue, his jaw tightening.

“Back there is so sensitive,” he murmurs. “Needs lube though. Perhaps our Louanna can help us there.”

I struggle to swallow. My mouth is dry as a desert. “I suggest spitting in your hand, Dirk.”

At my suggestion, he rumbles out a seductive growl and holds an open palm out toward me. “You first, my sweet.”

I lean forward and spit into his palm, but my eyes never leave his.

“Again,” he demands. “I need more than that, Louanna.”

I spit three more times before he’s happy. Connall watches us in silence, but his muscles tremble slightly when Dirk takes the spit and coats the tip of his dick with it, rubbing it into his skin with a soft moan.

Connall bends forward and licks a stripe up the underside of Dirk’s cock. It jolts, going rigid and slapping Connall in the face. Both males groan as I wipe a bead of sweat from my forehead.

“More, Wolf,” Dirk demands. “Suck on it. Taste our Louanna.”

Connall drags his tongue up Dirk’s cock and then opens wide, closing his mouth around Dirk’s cockhead. When he hollows his cheeks and sucks, Dirk’s hips jerk. He grabs at my thigh, squeezing as his head falls back.

“Fuck, Wolf. Yer mouth is so hot, so wet.”

Connall’s responding growl sends Dirk into a panting frenzy, his chest heaving as Connall surges forward, taking all of Dirk’s length into his mouth. Damn, I’m jealous. Deep-throating is an art, and he’s making it look fucking easy. I want in on this action.

“Louanna,” Dirk groans, “need yer mouth, princess.”

I glance at Connall, but his eyes are hooded with lust as he drags his open mouth down one side of Dirk’s cock. I don’t wait for permission that won’t come. My wolf is too lost to the heat. So I lean over and join him, sucking on the tip of Dirk’s dick as he groans, threading his fingers through my loose hair.

Connall joins me, exploring Dirk with our mouths. We lick down to the base of his shaft and back up, taking turns sucking on him. Precum drips steadily from him as his hips roll nonstop.

Connall surges forward and takes my mouth in a deep, searing kiss that unleashes something inside me. Breaking the kiss, I take as much of Dirk as I can between my lips, sucking and licking as I pop off him.

He cries out, “More, Louanna.”

I take him to the back of my throat as Connall dips below me and pulls one of Dirk’s balls into his mouth.

The first spurt of cum hits my tongue as Dirk’s hips vibrate with intensity. His lightning flashes to the base of his cock and spirals out from there, skating over his skin as he pants and cries out.

“He’s about to come,” Connall growls. His mouth replaces mine, taking Dirk to the base as I reach between his thighs and roll his heavy sack in one hand.

Dirk’s eyes glaze over, his focus moving between us as his mouth opens and cheeks flush a darker shade of blue. Then his eyes roll into his head, lips pulling back into a snarl as his hips jerk with steady, fast movements.

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