His breathing goes ragged as he grabs one of my hands and guides it down to his cock. He’s impossibly hard, covered in thick veins and that gorgeous wolfy knot. He wraps my fingers around his length and pulls rhythmically.
“This is for you,” he murmurs into my mouth. “The evidence of my attraction. I never expected this, Dirk, but you are captivating.”
I grip him harder and run my fingers around his cockhead, pulling gently at the stretched length of skin running underneath the crown.
Connall snarls and grips my throat. “Lou bit me there, that day we played with the paints. It felt so good.”
“Och, don’t tease me,” I grouse. “If I hadn’t made a promise to stop spying on you, I’d have been there watching.”
“Ask for her consent,” he says on a growl. “But you can spy on me any time I’m not in session, or if I’m with her and she consents.”
I stop stroking, eyes wide. “Seriously?”
“If she agrees,” he clarifies. “The thought of you watching us makes me hot.”
“It’ll be important for yeh to have time alone with her,” I offer.
“Of course.”
“And me.”
Connall’s grin grows big as he palms my sack and strokes behind it. “Naturally.”
He spins me again. “We’re a team, protecting her. So watch our woman, look at how beautiful she is while I fuck this ass with my fingers.”
A groan leaves me as the lube cap snaps open. Chilly fingers prod at my back hole, one slipping inside. It stretches as he thrusts, but it’s not enough to get me off. Just a warmup as my lightning skates over my skin, tingling. But when he adds a second finger and strokes, heat builds between my thighs, my cock going rigid as a tree between my legs. I press my forehead to the glass and stare at Louanna as she sits upright, rubbing at her eyes.
There’s a moment she looks around, concerned, but I groan to pull her attention to me. Amber eyes flash my direction and widen as Connall presses me hard to the glass, two fingers working in and out of my arse. But when he curls them, nudging at my prostate, I yip and grunt and make unintelligible noises.
Lou crawls out of bed, nipping at her bottom lip as she comes to the doorway. My mouth falls open as Connall explores me, figuring out what movements make me pant.
“Louanna, come,” I plead, brows furrowing as the pleasure builds. The chill of the glass at my front is a harsh contrast to the searing hot alpha male at my back. I need Louanna’s softness.
“Are you sure?” she asks, eyes flicking from me to Connall and back again.
“Come here, Sweetheart,” he encourages.
His alpha tone hits us both. I groan, and Lou scurries into the shower, stepping around us into the water. I pull out of Connall’s grasp just long enough to angle the shower head against the wall. Then I reach for my woman and haul her into my arms, pressing her back to the wall and ensuring the stream of water covers us so she doesn’t grow cold.
Burying my face in her neck, I step my feet wide as Connall rejoins us. He kisses Lou over my shoulder, a tender slant of his mouth over hers, his tongue licking into her. When they part, he nuzzles her nose. “Good morning.”
She stares up at him in wonder just as he removes his fingers from my arse. Next, he notches his enormous cockhead against my hole and pushes. I arch my back, fingers tightening on the backs of Louanna’s legs.
At the first gentle thrust, I fall apart. My hole swallows Connall like it was made for his dick, and it was, I suppose. But nothing prepared me for the sensation of being filled by something so big and hot.
I groan into Louanna’s neck, planting desperate kisses on her skin as Connall presses further in. He and I let out matching ragged groans.
“So fucking tight,” he gasps.
“Give me more,” I demand, lifting my head long enough to bring my mouth to my woman’s.
She’s panting, eyes hooded as she stares at us.
With a slow, steady drive of his hips, Connall fills me, dick pulsing in my channel as my lips peel back into a snarl. I’ve been with males before, always comfortable with a fluid sexual drive that calls me to people regardless of their gender. It’s the spirit that attracts me, and my mates have spirit in spades.
Connall grips my hips and pulls out. When he enters me for the second time, my legs begin to tremble, grip tightening until Louanna grunts. But the scent of her arousal floods the small shower area as my dick rubs against her wet pussy. The shower head streams water on us as Connall thrusts harder, rocking me against our mate as her nipples pebble to diamond-hard points.
I want her to feel this pleasure the same as I am, but it’s harder to maneuver her in the shower. But that thought spurs another, and I grin at my woman. Lifting her, I settle her higher against the wall, even as pleasure swirls through my core. Rational thought is about to flee my brain, so I wrap Louanna’s legs over my shoulders and bury my face in her glistening pussy.
