I slide both hands up his chest and rub. “I understand, Connall. I’m safe here with you two…right?”
Dirk comes to my back, resting one of his hands over Connall’s on my arm. “Call your nieces, my sweet. You’re here, you’re in one piece. Now we’ve got to make sure you’re comfortable.”
I rest my head on Dirk’s chest and glance up, shooting him a wry look. “Right here? You two gonna let me go, or should I make the calls from this sandwichey spot?”
Dirk grins down at me. “I’ve no intentions of moving, Louanna. Go on.” His blue eyes flick to Connall, then back to me. “Err, unless you need space, my sweet. In which case I’ll fuck off to the corner, then zip back like a magnet once yer done.”
The mental vision pulls a laugh from me as I lift my watch and comm first Morgan, then Thea and Wren. True to their word, the guys don’t leave. Connall stares at me, stroking my hair and Dirk plays with the end of my braid.
My girls are safe with their mates, which is all I care about. I make them promise not to go anywhere alone and to check in several times a day. As long as I know they’re not wandering around somewhere by themselves, I won’t worry my head off.
When I hang up, I’m still smashed between two big bodies, and Connall looks…overwhelmed. His bright eyes drift over my face, down my head and neck, over my shoulder to Dirk, then back again.
“We’re okay, Connall,” I say, rubbing his chest. “We’re gonna be fine.”
One of his hands comes to the back of my neck and grips me tightly. “You’d be safer in my arms, Lou. The closer the better.”
I’m grateful for the opening, so I waggle my brows at him. “Good thing there’s a bed behind ya.”
His dark lashes flutter, but he steps backward, pulling me with him. As we sink onto the bed, Dirk joins us at my back, his hands sliding down the outside of my thighs.
“What do you need, Lou?” Connall’s voice is low and commanding but somehow thoughtful at the same time.
“Dickstraction,” I sass. “My girls are safe. You two are safe. And I need to not think about the darkness for a while.”
The barest hint of smile appears at the edges of his mouth. “You’ve always joked about Dirk making anything sensual, Sweetheart, but I’m beginning to think you’re as bad as he is.”
From behind, a hand wraps around my braid and pulls my head back so cool lips can nip at my neck. “He means that in the best of ways, Louanna.”
A moan tumbles from my throat as Dirk nips and nuzzles. At my front, Connall’s all hard planes and heat. We’ve teased and played, but I can’t imagine what it would be like to have sex with them both.
I’m imagining it now, though, desperate to focus on something other than the bullshit that went down yesterday. When Connall growls low under his breath, dipping to lick a rough path up the front of my neck, I jolt in Dirk’s arms and press my palms to Connall’s broad chest. My fingers move of their own accord as both males kiss and bite and tease. Every inch of me winds up tight, a dam ready to break loose, and I have far, far too many clothes on.
“Too many clothes,” Dirk growls, making me wonder—not for the first time—if he can read minds. He rips my shirt over my head and pushes me against Connall’s big frame.
I barely get a chance to notice the room, all dark colors and manly accents, because Connall and Dirk stand at the foot of the bed, staring at me. Connall’s chest heaves, his wolf’s shade flashing through his eyes. His fists are slightly balled, a sizableerection visible through his jeans. Even so, he glances around the room, pulling my focus to the side table.
“There’s a spot for your letter box there, if you like.” He rounds the bed and drops to both knees, opening the drawer of his side table. “Candles and lighter here plus a glass for water. I wasn’t sure what else you’d need.”
“Spot for the letter box was my idea,” Dirk says, joining Connall. They stare at me, my wild, windy sylph and my perfect, strong wolf.
In that moment, I feel like I’m not fighting alone. Like I can be vulnerable, because if I fall, Dirk and Connall will catch me. Worry and emotion rushes back, but some semblance of peace comes with it as I look at them.
Connall points to a remote tucked in the corner of the drawer. “That controls the windows above the bed. You can darken them or call for different weather. Sometimes, when I sleep, I like to set it to rain.” He smiles softly. “It reminds me of Arcadia.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, pulling my knees to my chest as I stare at them. “Thank you for this.”
Connall nods, dark eyes roving over my body. He tenses, chest rising and falling fast. He looks like a man on the edge.
Next to him, Dirk wears a smirk as his eyes travel down my upper body.
“We’re supposed to be thinking about safety, and we are, but godsdamn seeing you in his bed does things to me. Those fookin’ tits are gonna be the death of me, Louanna. ”
Grateful for the change of subject back to something lighter, I lean against the headboard. “Everything past the tits is pretty great too.”
Connall lurches toward me just as a timer rings out from the kitchen, echoing down the hall and halting his progress across the bed. “Fuck,” he grunts, rising and jogging out of the room.
“Och, poor riled-up wolf has to tend to the dinner,” Dirk teases. “But I don’t.” He drops to his knees and reaches for my pants, blue eyes coming to mine. “I need to taste yeh, Louanna, the way he did. I need yeh to come on my tongue before we feed yeh. And then I’ll show yeh where I suggested he put a bottle of lube. We’re gonna need that, pretty girl.”
