“So you’ve said.”
Like always, Connall rubs the mushroom tip of his cock first, wetting his fingers with his tongue. And like every time I watchhim jack off, I imagine wetting those fingers myself, or dropping tae my knees on the forest floor and helping.
Soon.
He plays with the tip for a long moment, rubbing and squeezing. I hold back a groan as my cock responds, hardening against Louanna’s back.
“Oh my gods, Dirk,” she mutters as she elbows me in the side.
“We can play this one o’ two ways, Louanna,” I say, brushing my mouth along the soft skin below her right ear. “I can touch yeh while he touches himself. Or I can whisper filth in your ear and not touch yeh at all. What’s yer preference?”
When she doesn’t answer, I chuckle, my eyes still on Connall across the glade.
We watch together as he strokes his cock with slow, measured movements. If I could get closer, I’d see that his cheeks are flushed pink, his mouth open and eyes rolling back in his head.
Louanna is stiff between my thighs, her heart racing.
“He moans your name when he comes,” I whisper into her ear. “Sometimes it explodes from him in a great bellow while he coats his fingers with seed. Louanna,” I say on a low groan, mimicking words I’ve heard from Connall, “get on your knees, woman.”
Her heart rate speeds up.
“He’s got jest as filthy a mouth as I do, my sweet.”
“Dirk, stop,” she whispers. But she presses harder against me, slinging one arm around my thigh as if I’m her lifeline.
“Never.” I press a tender, teasing kiss to the base of her neck. Then another just above it. “I’ll never stop lavishing you with praise, with attention, with whatever yeh need, Louanna.”
She’s silent, but her fingers curl around my knee, tightening as Connall continues fucking one hand. But when he cries out, her name audible from even this far away, Louanna moans.Connall brings his free hand to his cock and fucks hard through both fists, his cries rising and rising until he comes with a roar, back arching as cum spurts from him.
And her name falls from his lips like a godsdamned prayer, his body jerking as his spend coats the forest floor. In my arms, Louanna pants as she covers her mouth with her left hand, her body hard and hot against mine.
“Yeh could be comin’ now too, my sweet, if yeh’d allowed me to touch yeh.”
A muffled, frustrated groan is my answer. I nip playfully at her neck, following the bite with the barest hint of tongue.
“Imagine this mouth between yer thighs. Or between his. Or both of our mouths on yer sweet pussy. I cannae wait to do that with yeh.”
This time, she doesn’t chide me or remind me why it cannae happen. She presses harder against me, her muscles quivering with need.
I’ve always read monsters well, something I have tae do to perform my job duties. Which is how I know to give her a moment of space. I’ve teased enough for now. Jest like I’ll tease him soon.
Across the long, thin glade, Connall wipes both hands down his handsome, angular jaw. He tucks that gorgeous cock back into his jeans and zips them up, shaking his head. He turns for the forest and jogs away, leaving Louanna and me alone in the tree.
She watches him go, but once he’s gone, she spins in my arms and cocks her head to the side. “You’re serious about this, aren’t you? About us? And him?”
I nod, stroking her collarbone toward her shoulder. “I am, Louanna. Consider this our first date. First of many.”
She gives me a wry look. “And you plan on letting Connall in on this when?”
“Immediately,” I confirm. “But just like with you, I’ve been playing the long game with our wolf. He’s a little flightier than you are.”
She snorts. “Flighty, huh? He seems about as grounded, loyal and reliable as they come.”
I smile. “He’s never been with a man, Louanna.”
Her expression softens. “How do you know?”
“I listen to his therapy sessions sometimes, and one of the other wolves brought up being attracted to a friend.”
