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And then Conall was on top of her, pinning her to the ground and drowning her in licks—face, hair, neck, anywhere he could reach.
It took her a few seconds to realise he wasn’t attacking. Her laughter burst out, bright and wild, echoing through the woods like music. Delight flooded the bond—pure, surprised joy.
Her hands dug into our thick fur, rubbing at his shoulders, his ears, until she found the spot at his neck. Conall groaned and flopped, his arse landing squarely on her legs.
You’re going to crush her legs, I snapped.Ya big hairy beast.
He shifted, huffing, trying to be gentle until his nose found her crotch.
Without hesitation, he licked her, right through her jeans.
“Hey! Stop that, Conall!” she gasped, trying to shove his head away.
I rolled my eyes because she didn’t try very hard.
But watching them together, with her laughter and his unrestrained joy, until I felt her love pulse through the bond.
It was a moment that seared itself into my heart.
Wild. Playful. Ours.
Chapter 32
Nia
Icouldn’t take my eyes off each transformation. When Lyall shifted back, I wasn’t terrified. I wasn’t even disgusted. I was sad that Conall was gone.
We’d just spent the afternoon racing through the forest, me clinging to his thick, beautiful fur, laughing like a lunatic. And now that he was gone, I missed him.
Lyall stood, completely bare and completely unfazed.“Yae can see him every day, darlin’. This is why I bought this house. For the freedom.”
I smiled, stepped closer, and gently tugged a twig from his hair.
“You’ve got a whole forest in there.”
“And ah think ah promised yae a good seein’tae,” he murmured, fingers already working at my waistband.
In all the frolicking, I’d forgotten his filthy promise.
But now that I could smell him, his scent tangled with pine, damp earth, and raw male hunger. Need bloomed low in my belly, sharp and sudden.
He groaned, dropping to his knees, yanking my jeans down my thighs and swearing at my boots. I barely had time to breathebefore he stripped me bare, his hands rough and reverent all at once.
Then he sat me on a moss-covered, damp log like I weighed nothing. He spread my thighs wide before standing upright, his cock jutting out proudly, the flushed tip already leaking.
Need pulsed between us—his dripping cock, my aching cunt. Two halves of the same hunger.
“Ur yae gonna stare at it,” he growled,“or clean up the mess yae caused?”
My head snapped up, mouth opening in outrage.
“Aye, that’s the spirit, darlin’,” he smirked, wrapping a fist in my hair.“Now get tae work.”
He smeared his precum across my cheek and lower lip, slow and deliberate. Marking me. I cursed him for tasting so good, and myself for craving more.
“Open up, darlin’,” he rasped.“Ye’r goin’tae suck ma cock till ma knot’s ready fur yer needy wee cunt.”
My eyes darted up his abdomen, across his chest, to the wild mess of his hair until I locked onto his eyes.
