His smile goes soft and lax at the corners as he bends down, bringing his mouth to the shell of my ear. “Maybe, Sylph. If you’re a very good boy.”
Oh fook. Oh godsdamn fook. I hold down a groan as I beam at Lou. “I’m a star fookin’ student, Louanna. Might wanna take a lesson from my excellent behavior.”
Connall laughs low in my ear, a soft growl tumbling from his lips. It brings me back to how he brushed his cheek along mine before, so I turn just enough to rub my cheek along his mouth now.
At the touch, he bristles, then growls again, but there’s no malice to it. It’s all heat as our sweet Louanna stands before us, practically panting at the sight of us together.
Gods, this is fun.
“How about that tour?” I ask roughly, staring deep into her flashing eyes. It’s a challenge, a dare for her to give in to our playful teasing.
“Follow me,” Connall commands when the moment passes and Louanna says nothing.
I reach for her hand, and to my surprise, she places her palm in mine without complaint, comment or sass. I’ve broken pastanother of her walls, making my way to that sweet, gooey center where she allows me to care for her. I just know that, deep inside, she’s a sticky, caramel-filled croissant of deliciousness.
Connall leads us past a black marble kitchen with wood accents. It’s masculine and elegant all at the same time. All black appliances, black cabinets and countertops. We pass through an arched doorway and down a short hall. Doors on either side reveal a few bedrooms and a bathroom.
When he doesn’t open the door at the end of the hall, I grin. “Bedroom?”
He smirks at Lou. “Yeah. Think I’ll save that for another night, though.”
“Asshole,” Lou mutters. “I don’t even care about your bedroom.”
He and I share a look.
“What a brat,” I say. “A spanking would do nicely, Connall.”
“Edging would do better,” he returns. “Maybe we should lick her pussy until she’s ready to come, then stop and send her home.”
Lou gasps, and my cock goes ramrod-straight in my pants. “Gods, yes, let’s do that. I want that,” I all but beg.
Connall licks his lips but passes us both by, heading toward the main living area again.
I give Louanna a faux shocked look. “Who knew our wolf was such a tease?”
She mutters something but follows him back into the living room, slipping onto a barstool as he moves to a pot simmering on the stove.
He grabs the pot by the handles and shoves it to the back burner. As he turns the stove off, I slide onto the barstool next to my Louanna. Leaning into her space, I nudge her carefully with my elbow. “Beautiful home, isn’t it?”
She leans into my space. I wonder if she even realizes she’s done it. Spreading my legs wide, I pull her stool between them so I can settle her body against mine. She doesn’t protest but looks around the room. It’s exactly how I’d imagine Connall’s home would look—masculine, peaceful, dark, comfortable.
Connall leans over the black marble countertop onto his forearms, stretching a hand toward us. When I spin us to face him, he smiles. “What can I get you both to drink? I’ve got mead from Biergarten and Ohken’s personal stores, whiskey, tequila from Santa Alaya. Plenty of mixers too.”
“Surprise me,” Louanna says, her tone playful. There’s an undercurrent of challenge there too. Gods, I love the way she pushes our wolf. He’s a rock, though, confident and a classically trained therapist. He won’t let this slip of a girl push a button he doesn’t want pushed.
I grin at him. “Same, Wolf.”
He rises tall and turns from us, stalking to our left where a giant built-in holds all sorts of drinkware, plates, cups and a myriad of alcohols. A mirror on the back wall lets us see him as he grabs three glasses. Next he pulls two bottles of something clear off the shelf.
When he begins mixing them together, I bring my lips to Louanna’s ear. “Can we get yeh a little drunk, my beauty? I would dearly love to see yeh wild and free.”
She spins just enough to shoot me a sassy look. “If you’re lucky, Dirk.”
“I make my luck,” I growl back, nipping at her earlobe.
She jumps between my legs, elbowing me in the gut. “Ouch, that hurt.”
“Did not.”
