Page 75 of Slaying With Sylphs


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He fucks Connall’s face while I stare at them both in absolute wonder. This is mine. They are mine.

And then he explodes, his body going rigid as every muscle tenses. He arches backward, clawing at my thigh and the back of the sofa as he rams his cock into Connall’s mouth with shallow, rapid thrusts. His panting becomes a roar, his lips curled back as he stiffens and grabs at Connall’s hair with the hand not touching me.

Lust and need overtake me as I watch his dick disappear between Connall’s lips. Strings of sticky cum drip from Connall’s mouth, but as Dirk sags back to the couch with a gasping moan, Connall licks him clean. He laps at Dirk’s slit and crown andall the way down both sides of his cock. It falls, spent, to Dirk’s belly, his lightning returning to its usual lazy river state.

“That was…I have no words,” my sylph moans, reaching down to drag his fingertips along Connall’s jaw. He squeezes my knee with his other hand, reminding me that no matter what’s happening in his life, part of him is always focused on me.

He always has been.

Connall glances over. “I can’t wait for you both to do that to me.”

“How about now?” I demand. “I wanna do it now.”

He shakes his head and crawls up Dirk’s body, taking his mouth in a deep, hot kiss that sears me to my core. When they part, he leans over and brings his mouth to Dirk’s ear, saying something low.

Dirk’s eyes flash and move to mine, his lips pulling into a wicked grin. “Yes, Wolf. Yes, we do.”

Oh fuck. They’re talking about me. But I’m a brat, so I scooch toward the end of the sofa. “If you two are busy telling secrets, I’ll just?—”

A big, warm arm yanks me back, my body hitting Connall’s. The impact knocks the breath from my lungs as he brings his mouth to my neck and bites. Pain and shock war with pleasure as he follows the bite by suckling at my skin.

“My bratty woman,” he growls into my ear, “you’re going nowhere until that pussy gets a taste of me.”

He dwarfs me like this, his huge body a furnace at my back. His chest hair tickles my skin as he reaches between my thighs and pulls his cock through them. He’s so damn big, the tip of his dick sticks out between my legs. But then he rocks his body, hips slamming against my ass as his shaft rubs my clit and pussy.

“Fuck,” I grunt out. He feels so damn good, so hot and hard, and I’m dripping like a damn faucet.

When Dirk crawls around to my front with a devious look, I can’t pull my eyes from him, even as orgasm builds deep in my belly. All this teasing, all the watching, it’s got me ready to combust.

So when Dirk leans down and sucks at my clit, I arch and claw at his head and Connall’s big forearm. My muscles tremble as sweat breaks out over my skin. But then the touch disappears. When I look down, Dirk has Connall’s cock in his mouth, lapping at the slit. Behind me, Connall lets out a low, needy moan.

I’m not gonna last another minute. Dirk reaches between my thighs and palms Connall’s shaft, stroking him as our wolf bucks against me in hard, slow motions. The noises coming from him are nearly enough to get me off, but I’m not quite there.

“Louanna needs more,” Dirk says. “She needs that knot, Wolf.”

Oh gods. I’ve seen Connall’s knot, and I’m half convinced it’d break me. But I’m more curious to try.

Connall moves from behind me but pulls me with him. “Turn around, sweetheart. Straddle me. I’m big, but we’ll take this slow and Dirk’ll help, alright?” There’s a rustling noise and he brings his mouth to my ear. “I just put on a contraceptive ring, in case you see it. We should be careful, Sweetheart.”

Heat streaks down my spine, along with nerves that pull goosebumps to the surface of my skin. Preparedness is so hot, and it feels so unbelievable that I’m here with them both. I slide a leg on either side of Connall, his cock a rigid bar pressed to his stomach. Just like he said, a large flesh-colored ring surrounds the base of his knot.

Dirk comes behind me, reaching around to grip Connall and stroke. My wolf’s eyes go hooded, lips curling back into a snarl. He’s never looked like more of a predator than he does now, dominant like this.

Big hands come to my hips and lift me up. Behind me, Dirk guides Connall between my thighs until the head of his cock is notched against my pussy.

I’m trembling, focused on what we’re about to do when Connall’s warm fingers come to my clit and rub soft, gentle circles. Heat swirls as Dirk’s hands come to my ass. He helps me lower down as Connall’s cockhead fills me. I gasp at how big he is, how hard. I don’t think this is gonna work. He fills and rubs every inch of my channel, my pussy clamping and fluttering around a dick that’s too big but feels too fucking good.

“Not gonna let my knot lock you up tonight,” Connall says. “It’s an intense level of connection we haven’t discussed, but I can’t wait to do that with you, Sweetheart.”

As Connall pushes deeper inside, rational thought disappears. There’s only the sensation of being split around a cock that feels like it’s the size of my damn arm.

But the brush of his fingers and filthy praise from Dirk help me drop down a few inches. My legs tremble even as Dirk holds me up. But then he drops me another inch lower, and I hit Connall’s knot.

“There’s no fucking way,” I blurt out, falling forward onto my wolf’s chest. “It’s too damn big.”

“You feel amazing, Sweetheart,” he says with a growl. “This pussy was made for me, made to take me, to be knotted by me. Let me do the work. Let me keep you safe. Let me keep yousated, Lou.”

Nearly sobbing at the stretch of him, I will my muscles to relax as I rest my cheek on Connall’s chest. His hands come just below my ass cheeks as he begins to thrust with shallow, slow movements. The edges of his knot begin to push inside me as I pant and cry out. I don’t know if there’s enough lube in the world for this to work.