But then a warm tongue circles my back hole, and I scream and clench. Connall gasps and jerks his hips, and his knot fills me with a pop. I pant around the absolute fill of him. I’m stretched to the point of pain, but heat’s building anyways, swirling with the first telltale signs of impending orgasm. I moan, because that’s all I can do as Connall’s dick flexes inside me, rubbing against…everything.
He groans again, but I don’t feel Dirk, so?—
“Fuck me, your tongue is amazing,” Connall groans.
Oh gods, what’s Dirk doing? I’m desperate to know.
Connall pulls me forward, capturing my lips as his cock slides out of me, dragging along my G-spot as I pant into the kiss.
Then Dirk’s tongue licks a stripe from my pussy to my ass and back again. Connall and I groan together as he slides back in, his knot playing at the edges of my channel.
The second time he slips it inside me, it’s easier.
The third time is easier still.
Until my wolf fucks up into me with hard, steady movements. Dirk teases and taunts us, his hands roaming my body and Connall’s until I explode around the thickest cock I’ve ever seen. When orgasm hits me, Connall grunts out a string of expletives, and Dirk lets out a maniacal, pleased laugh. I’m too fucking far gone in the pleasure to comprehend anything but the way bliss radiates from my core, my eyes rolling back as I clench rhythmically around Connall’s knot.
When pleasure finally fades, I slump forward and listen to Connall’s steady heartbeat. It’s a little faster than usual, his big chest heaving. Dirk curls over me from behind, kissing and stroking my back and Connall’s side.
Before I even realize it, I’m falling asleep.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
DIRK
Lou is the first to fall asleep, her head tucked against Connall’s muscular pecs. He strokes her back, green eyes on me while I touch both her and him. She’s still perched on his knot, but it sits pressed to her pussy lips rather than buried deep inside her.
“Is this really our life?” he whispers as he rubs Lou’s back and plays with her hair.
“Messy and beautiful and delightful. Yeah, this is our real life.” I lean over him and kiss all over my Louanna’s back. I want her to wake so I can tell her how perfect this feels, having her between us. Cherishing her. Worshipping her. How her commanding me in the bedroom almost sent me over the edge.
“You were right to bring her here.” I look up to meet Connall’s intense gaze. “The idea of something happening to her is gonna make me crazy.”
He grinds his teeth. “We won’t let that happen. I don’t know how, but if we don’t let her out of our sight…” His voice trails off and I’m sure he’s thinking what I’m thinking. That we can’t fight a foe we can’t see. He closes his eyes and buries his face in her hair, tightening his arms around her.
Watching them together makes my cock harden again. I want her. I want them. But the heaviness of the day hangs around my neck now that she’s resting peacefully, tucked into Connall’s steady embrace. My Louanna’s a sarcastic soul, but there’s a sensitive edge to her, a delicateness that needs tending. We can be her safe place. Somehow. With all the power I have at my disposal, surely I can keep her safe.
Connall’s eyes close as he touches her. I sense my wolf could use some rest too. When I push off the sofa and cross the room to the kitchen, I feel his eyes on me. I open cupboards, looking for something to cover the rest of the lasagna with.
“Above the stove,” he calls out quietly from across the room.
I grab tin foil from the cabinet, cover the lasagna and put it into the fridge. Then I return to the sofa and find the nearest blanket. I crawl next to my mates and cover Lou.
“Get some rest,” I tell Connall. “I’ll keep watch.”
“Not a cuddler?” His smile teases me.
“Och, Wolf. I love tae cuddle. But after today’s events, I feel compelled to protect yeh both. So sleep.”
He smiles and pulls Lou higher in his arms, burying his face in her hair once more. He opens his eyes long enough to look at me. “Is it possible to fall in love this quickly?”
My throat constricts because he’s saying something I’ve been feeling for so long. But I want to tell them how much I love them when they’re both awake. I can’t share that for the first time without her. I won’t.
I stroke mussed hair away from her cheek, tucking it over her back. Connall takes the long strands and plays with them, sighing contentedly.
“It is,” I confirm, choking around the words. “Get some rest, mate.”
Auburn lashes flutter over his freckled cheeks as he rests his face against the top of Louanna’s head. It seems like mere moments later that soft snores ring through the treehouse.
