“Yeh might’ve noticed I don’t always move like others do.” He yanks me to the edge of the bed, his heavy cock resting over my pussy and lower belly. “Yeh’re soaking wet, Louanna. It’s time, my sweet.”
I’m not ready when he grips his cock and notches it at my pussy. A teasing thrust later, electricity shoots through me as he works his way inside. He slides out, eyes locked onto mine.
“Don’t look away, Louanna,” he reminds me. His grip on the backs of my legs tightens, and he presses into me on a slow, measured stroke. His dark eyes fall to where we’re connected as Connall starts purring beside the bed. I can’t help thrusting to meet Dirk, but he laughs and pulls back out, leaving me empty and frustrated.
“Och, Louanna,” he sighs, “yeh’ll be the death of me, but yeh need a tease, woman. If I know anything about yeh, it’s that I cannae give yeh everything yeh want the moment yeh want it.”
Growling, I rock my hips again, impaling myself on the very tip of his cock. His body’s not hot like Connall’s, but that fucking lightning zips and teases at my entrance like a damn vibrator. Except it zags and streaks outward from my core and along my limbs, causing my muscles to tense and tighten.
“Fuck her,” Connall commands. “Hard and slow, Sylph.”
I glance over. I can’t help myself. I love Connall in command mode.
The moment I do, Dirk grips my throat and forces my gaze back to his flashing eyes. “Dinnae look away, woman,” he snarls. With a quick rock of his hips, he thrusts all the way inside, filling me to the brim as I scream and arch around his fullness. Flutters of lightning bounce around, making him feel even bigger as I gasp around the intensity.
He pulls out and then rocks his hips, plunging back inside me until he takes up a slow and steady pace, driving into me and then withdrawing. Every pass drags his cock along my G-spot, his grip on my throat tightening as blue darkens his cheeks.
“Godsdamn, Louanna,” he rumbles. “I’ve never felt anything so tight, so hot. Yer pussy swallows me up, woman. How does it feel?”
But I’m too caught up in the slow, intense build of this electrical storm to answer. I wrap my fingers in the sheets to center myself as I try not to come too fast. But my muscles tremble as heat builds in my core, my pussy tightening around Dirk every time he thrusts into me.
“Faster,” Connall commands. “Make her come, then start over again, and I’ll join you.”
Fuck, oh fuck, the idea of being between them, of being taken by them both, overwhelms me, and I start shoving my hips upto meet Dirk. Or trying to, but his grip on the backs of my legs tightens as he moves faster. Low, masculine grunts erupt from him. He’s as close to losing his mind as I am.
“Fuck me harder,” I say darkly, shifting onto my elbows to watch his cock slip deep inside me.
“Fuck, Louanna,” he moans.
“That’s it, Dirk,” I purr, “give me that thick cock until I come. I need to feel you explode inside me, mate.”
His rhythm goes jagged and desperate.
The right side of the bed dips, and Connall crawls to my side. He wears a knowing smirk as he unzips his pants and pulls out his cock.
“I see what you’re doing, Lou. So I’ll give you something else to do with that pretty, sassy mouth.” He grabs his cock by the base as Dirk’s rhythm steadies. Scooting slightly forward, he rubs the tip of his dick along my lips. “Open wide, sweetheart. You still owe me a few inches.”
Lightning skates over my skin and zings up the length of Connall’s cock. My wolf bellows and tenses, back arching as his nipples pebble. I don’t know when he took his shirt off, but thank the gods for that. Watching Dirk’s power streak over Connall’s skin and back down to mine, circling my clit, is enough to toss me to the very edge of sanity.
Crying out, I surge forward and take as much of Connall as I can.
Dirk groans, low and ragged, a masculine sound that has me on the edge of coming. But when Connall wraps a fist around my braid and uses it as leverage to fuck my mouth, I lose it. It’s too much.
The first moments of my orgasm are an intense fluttering wave, like riding to the top of the rollercoaster. And then I tip over the edge into bliss, flying apart at the seams as I fall to my back and scream. My toes curl as everything goes silent.And Dirk never stops fucking me with hard strokes that pull my orgasm along until it strengthens and radiates out from my core, my body imploding around him.
Ecstasy batters me for years, it feels like. When it finally recedes to lap lazily at the edges of my consciousness, my eyes flutter open to look at my males. Dirk stands between my thighs with his lips slightly parted, eyes hooded. He’s coated in a thin sheen of sweat, blue flames licking up his skin, chasing his lightning playfully.
He looks delicious.
Kneeling by my side, Connall plays with the end of my braid, lips tilted into a smile. “You still owe me inches, Lou. Let’s try that again.”
I lift a brow. “Come take them, Wolf.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
DIRK
In the early hours of dawn, I’m watching over my mates while they sleep. A soft noise outside draws my attention from them. There’s rustling at the door. I shake Connall awake. He shifts and curls protectively around Lou, alert. I creep to the front door and yank it open.
