I don’t need sleep; the elements sustain me. I don’t even need food, for that matter, although I can enjoy it. So I stand watch in the corner of the room while my family rests. In the wee hours of morning, Connall stirs, his beautiful cock bobbing against his thigh. His hands roam Lou’s body, pinching her nipples, stroking between her thighs.
She moans and curls away from him, face in the blankets. He chuckles and sits up, looking at me. Rising to a stand, he crosses the room and grabs my hand. I can’t pull my eyes from how hard he is, dick swinging heavy between his thighs. I want it so badly, my mouth goes dry. But my eyes move to our Louanna.
Connall’s mouth comes to my neck. “Shower with me, Dirk. I’ll leave the door open so we can keep an eye on her.”
As long as I can watch her from a few feet away, I’m willing. So I allow my big mate to pull me into the bathroom, swinging the door wide. The entire back wall is a giant shower made of black pebbles. Black stone walls soar high. It’s like stepping into a sexy, cavernous dragon’s keep. Heat swirls between my thighs, cock stiffening as Connall turns the shower on. I glance at Louanna.
“If you’re unsure, we can do this one at a time.” He rests against the wall.
I’ve got a clear view of her from the bathroom, though, so I turn a bright smile on him. “This is perfect, Wolf.”
“Good,” he growls, pulling me into the shower. He lifts my hands high on the glass front. “Watch her while I bathe you.”
My feral grin pulls a chuckle from my big mate. Part of me thought there might be unevenness in our relationship. That perhaps he’d never care for me the way he so obviously cares for her. But now that we’re in it, that worry is gone.
I’ve dreamed of this for so long. Made the moves and arrangements so we could be in this spot at this time. Can it be this easy? I knew I could convince Louanna, but I thought Connall might have reservations, certain as I was that he’s mine.
But when he brings big, warm hands to my back, lathering my skin with soap, I suspect he feels the connection like I do. He massages my skin, his touch reverent even as he glances over my shoulder at our woman. He’s not rushed as his hands move up my neck and down both arms. His touch moves to my front, soapy hands coming to my cock and stroking.
“Connall,” I moan. “Fook, that feels good.”
My head falls back as his left hand strokes upward on the back of my leg. When warm fingers part my arse cheeks to stroke my back hole, I relax.
“Just where I want yeh, Wolf,” I murmur.
He touches, running his fingers around the tight ring as his mouth comes to my ear. “You want me touching you here? Or you want to touch me here?”
Ah, I see what he’s asking. I glance at him as he dips the barest hint of a finger inside me. “I’ll touch yeh however yeh want, Wolf. But I need yeh on top of me sometimes, the rougher the better.”
His low growl raises the hair on my nape, power building under my skin as he palms my cock and prods my arse. Sensations too numerous to catalog build and swirl at him touching me like this. He returns to my back, nudging at my back hole with the head of his cock.
“I’ve never done this,” he says. “But I want to. And I don’t know if I’d want it done to me, but we can try.”
My focus flicks to our Louanna. She stirs in the bed. Safe. She’s safe in our home. She has to be, because the alternative is too terrible to consider.
I glance over my shoulder at him. “We need lube, mate. Louanna’s waking. Shall we put on a show for her?”
Connall bends and plants a kiss on my shoulder. It morphs into an open-mouthed bite. He bites again and again up my trap to my neck, which receives the same rough treatment. His dick is a hard bar between us, resting between my arse cheeks as he rocks his big hips against mine.
“The moment she’s up, I want her with us,” he growls into my skin. “Ineedher with us.”
I know what he means. The masculine urge to have her in my arms and never set her down nearly chokes me. Even being this far away feels like torture. But if she needs anything right now, it’s sleep.Goodsleep.
He steps out of the shower long enough to root around in a cabinet and withdraw, handily, a bottle of lube. When he returns, I give him a wry look. “Just happened to have that there, did yeh?”
He smiles, and it’s breathtaking. “I’ve been doing some research since you made your interest known. There’s lube stashed all around the house.” He rubs my side. “For that matter, there’s a hook by the front door for your gem, if it’s ever more comfortable for you to hang it there rather than wearing it at home.”
Something about that statement flays me open. That I told him what he is to me and he did research to prepare. That he didn’t run from the attraction. That, despite never dating a man or touching a man like this, he made arrangements.
My wicked smile must fall, because he steps back into the shower and places the lube on a small shelf. Returning to me, he spins me to face him and slants his mouth over mine until we’re breathing the same air.
“My lack of experience with men says nothing about my level of interest in you.”
“I know,” I whisper.
“You’ll be my first,” he growls.
“And only.”
