Connall bends over Lou’s shoulder and brings his mouth to mine. Lou moans when my hands tighten around her ass cheeks. Connall’s kiss is slow but rough, just a windup of what’s to come. I sense my mate’s need for dominance.
“I want to watch you,” Lou says. “Let me, please.”
We part long enough for Connall to growl and take her mouth. She’s quivering in my arms, lust driven sky-high by the idea of us together.
“Bedroom,” I whine. “I want our bedroom. Then I want to catch up on everything I missed.”
Connall bends down and picks us both up in his arms. Lou laughs at the awkward position, but as he stalks to the bedroom, she falls quiet.
“I missed you so much,” I admit. “All I thought about was you.”
“She’s never taking you from us again,” Lou barks, her brows furrowing as blue flames erupt across her skin. Her eyes flash blue with heat, and I laugh.
“My sassy blue witch.” I stroke her cheek. “I was half surprised you didn’t show up at Belcastle to blast me out of there, my sweet.”
She positively scowls, crossing her arms. “I threatened to, but Connall convinced me that I’d make it worse, and it might keep you from us for longer.”
We enter the bedroom, and Lou leaps out of Connall’s arms. “I’ll grab the lube!” She runs for the bathroom and disappears as he slides me down to a stand. The thick bar of his cock brushes my front as my brain scrambles.
Big hands come to my chest straps and stroke. “May I remove this?”
I choke up hard, and all I can do is nod. I’m home.Home.
Lou returns and jumps onto the bed, setting a bottle of lube on our nightstand. She settles into the pillows as Connall slips a hand underneath my gem. He depresses the button to release it. As the straps fall from my chest, I look up at him. Green eyes flash with the brighter shade as his wolf pushes forward to look at me.
Their interest is palpable. I stand before them, letting them look their fill. Connall’s green-swirled eyes drift down my neck and over my chest before dropping lower. He jerks his head toward my pants.
“Off.”
The single command hits me the way his deep voice always hits me—right in the damn guts until I can scarcely think around the need.
A sweet scent distracts me, and when I look to the left, Lou’s cheeks are flushed, her mouth dropped open and eyes hooded as she watches us. I grin.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper.
“All yours.” She fans at her face and pulls her knees to her chest.
Connall brings his hands to my jeans and shoves them roughly down my thighs. “I said off, Sylph. She and I fought a lot in the bedroom. Sexy fighting. But we need you between us.”
“Our plaything,” she says with a seductive purr.
His dominance raises the hair on the back of my neck as I scramble to step out of my jeans. The moment I do, he grips my hips and shoves me onto the bed, falling behind me. Big body curled over mine, he thrusts his hips and pushes me forward until I’m hovering over Louanna, breathing the same air as her.
“Stay,” he purrs.
I look over my shoulder, but all I see is my big wolf as he runs both hands over my arse and up my lower back. His eyes are full, bright green, focused on me. When he scoots backward and bends farther down to run his tongue up and over one arse cheek, my eyes roll into my head, and I fall forward to Louanna’s neck, burying my face into her soft comfort.
She squirms and pants, threading her fingers through my hair.
Connall growls and bites his way along my arse to the back of my thigh, bringing his thumb to my back pucker at the same time. I moan when he presses against it. His rough fingers are a sharp contrast to pointy teeth and a hot, soft tongue. He licks and nips at my thighs until he’s close, so close to that stripe of skin between my sack and my hole.
When he runs his tongue between my nuts and up to my pucker, I gasp and nip at Louanna.
“Oh fuck,” she cries out. “Don’t stop, Connall.”
His growl turns into a rolling purr that vibrates my cock as it hangs heavy between my thighs. Wet heat swirls over my taut skin, teasing and taunting me. I need so much more than this. But Connall drops lower and sucks the globe of one ball into his mouth, pulling it tight between his hot lips.
I cry out into Lou’s neck when his other hand comes to my cock and strokes roughly. His touch is the practiced, firm grip he knows I love best. He rubs me hard but slow, pinching the tip ofmy dick with each pass until I’m rocking back, desperate to get more, to get closer.
