“Good. I’ll thank them later.” I push forward to slant my mouth over his. It’s a desperate kiss, the kiss of a male who’s missed his mate so much, it hurt. I devour him, clutching him to me like I can’t ever let him go. We part long enough for him to gasp out Lou’s name.
“Outside,” I manage. “With the triplets.”
“Let’s surprise her,” he whispers into my lips.
I need to know what happened while he was in there. Is he okay? Was he hurt? I need to feed him. Now that he’s back, I want everybody gone. I need my mates naked. Under me. Over me. Coming long and hard.
Protect. Feed. Love. Those motivations ride me as I look from him to the back porch. Lou needs to be with us.
Now.
A million to-dos flow through my mind as I stalk to the back door and lean into the doorway. Four pairs of eyes flick to me.
“Lou, can I see you for a moment in the kitchen?”
She gives the triplets a quizzical look, and Thea sips loudly at her martini. But my mate joins me in the doorway. I grab her around the waist and pull her around me, her back to my chest.
Dirk sits on the edge of the island, leaning back on both hands with a wide grin. His lightning flashes erratically. “Hello, Louanna, my beauty.”
Lou lets out a strangled gasp and runs for him, leaping into his arms. They fall off the counter, but Dirk manages to stand. She wraps her legs around his waist and kisses him.
The triplets join us, but upon seeing Lou and Dirk clutched together, they say goodbye and head for the door.
“We’ll make up dinner sometime later,” I promise as they go.
“No need,” Morgan says with a smile. “This reunion is more than worth it. Lou is worth it; she’s worth anything.”
I smile, returning my gaze to watch Dirk devour our woman.
She’s right. She’s worth all the blue moons in the sky.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
DIRK
Ikiss my Louanna until I can barely breathe, and when the kiss goes languid and deep, Connall joins us.
“How are you out?!” Lou practically shouts, tears streaming down her freckled cheeks.
“Good behavior and Abemet, I think,” I say with a laugh.
Louanna’s amber eyes rove my face. “I can’t believe you’re home.”
Connall strokes my side, his fingers warm and rough. “Dirk, are you hungry? Can we feed you?”
“Och, Wolf, I’ll be fine in a few days,” I respond. “My cell was in the dungeon. Naught for fresh air down there. But a few days in glorious Ever, and I’ll be right as rain.” I look at Lou and grin. “What I could really use is being buried inside our woman.” I glance at him. “With you buried inside me. Everything else later. I need to touch yeh both.”
Connall’s cheeks go pink even as he smiles.
I wrap Louanna’s braid around my fist, dipping her head back to kiss my way up her neck. “Make me the meat in a mate sammie, please.”
Louanna chuckles and grinds her hips against mine, arms still around my neck.
I stop kissing her skin long enough to stare deeply into those stunning, incredible eyes. “Tell me all about the sex you had while I was gone. Try anything new?”
“You haven’t changed.” Connall huffs, pressing us to the countertop with Lou in between. He brings his mouth to the side of her neck and licks, causing her to shiver in my arms. “Not so much new as nonstop. We fucked all the time, mate. In my office, in the woods, in the hot tub, on the deck and every surface of this home.”
I shudder at the mental visions filling my mind as he speaks. “Wish I could’ve watched all that.”
