I run both hands through my hair. “I need to talk to her. Yer right, o’ course. I?—”
Connall’s thumb brushes over my lower lip. “You can talk to her when she’s up. She’s in desperate need of good rest. You’re mine right now.” He reaches down between us and grips my cock in one hand and his in the other. Stepping closer, he brings my cock flat to his and wraps his fingers around the both of us.
I grunt when his big, rough palm strokes our lengths. He’s so hot, turning my electricity into a storm of pleasure. I sag against the countertop as heat swirls through my sack. My cock bobs and drips under his ministrations. My wolf is quiet, focused, eyes gone full emerald as he watches what he’s doing.
His cheeks flush red, mouth dropping open as he rubs our cockheads together.
“Imagine these both inside her sweet pussy,” he murmurs. “I want that sometime. To feel you like this, but inside her.”
“She’s so tiny,” I groan, head falling back.
“We’ll fit,” he says with a growl.
The warmth of his cock disappears, pulling a whine from my throat. But when I look down, he’s playing with the thick skin around the base of his cockhead.
“Hold yourself steady for me,” he commands, not looking up.
Enthralled, I grip my dick by the base. He moves forward until his cockhead touches mine, our precum slippery as sensation amps. Connall pulls and stretches his foreskin, slipping it over my dick as I gasp at the feel of tight, hot pressure around my crown.
“Where’d yeh learn this?” I grunt when he grips our cocks together and begins to rub.
“I’m a thorough researcher,” he offers, “and, goddess, the research has been fun.”
I grunt at the idea of him in his office, reading books on how to fuck a man.
Reaching down, I replace his hand with mine and jack us together. We’re dripping steadily, creating suction every time I move his foreskin over my cock. He’s hard and getting harder by the second. We won’t be able to do this for long. Moaning softly, I rub our plump heads together as precum drips to the floor below us. Connall growls and reaches between us, palming my sack and playing behind it with his fingers.
Soft footsteps echo up the hall. Louanna joins us, eyes wide as she takes in the scene playing out in the kitchen.
“Louanna,” I murmur. “Join us, mate.”
Connall pulls away, his foreskin pulling my cock, sucking on it like the tightest mouth I’ve ever felt. When we pop free, I groan at how dark and swollen my tip is, covered in Connall’s pleasure.
My wolf reaches for Louanna, dropping them both to the floor by my feet. He’s rocked back on his knees with her seated in his lap. He wraps a muscular arm around her waist, sliding his hand to grip her neck. He brings his mouth just below her ear and nibbles.
“Let’s have breakfast, Lou.” Reaching up, he grabs my cock and shifts her upward until my tip hits her lips. Like the sweetest of girls, she opens up and swallows me as far as she can.
I hiss at the pleasure that explodes between my thighs. I was already so amped up, and the feel of Connall’s fingers wrapped around my cock while she sucks is almost too much.
“Fook,” I manage, sagging to the countertop. Lou alternates swirling her tongue and sucking on my tip. When she moves to the underneath and nibbles at the stretched, taut skin, I nearly blow my load. But then a harder mouth replaces hers, a big, rough tongue licking over my crown. Louanna’s lips slide down the side of my cock as Connall sucks the head of it.
Glancing down, I marvel at the sight of my mates blowing me together. It’s everything I can do to hold back the ecstasy. I place a hand on Lou’s head, reveling in the feel of her soft lips moving up and down my length. When she drops lower and pulls one of my nuts into her mouth, sucking, I grunt, knees nearly giving out. It’s when Connall lurches forward, swallowing me down, that I finally lose it.
Bliss hits me with all the force of a hurricane, hot seed barreling down my shaft as I thrust and groan, hips rolling to meet their mouths. Connall swallows hard around me as Lou laps and sucks at my sack, her tongue drawing out the pleasure until I arch with a keening wail, flailing as I try to catch my bearings. It’s too much, too hot, too damn perfect.
They are mine and I’d do anything to keep them safe. I’d murder, maim, topple buildings or level havens. I hope to the gods I don’t ever have to, because I truly would.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
LOU
Once we manage to untangle ourselves, Dirk reaches for me with a smile.
“My sweet, Vikand dropped some books by for you. They’re all about blue magic, one written by a blue witch.” He pulls my hair toward his nose and sucks in a deep breath, eyes rolling into his head. “Glorious,” he murmurs. Blue eyes drift to mine. “Connall and I started reading while yeh were sleepin’, Louanna. There’s a lot to be learned.”
Connall joins us, setting three cups of coffee on the long skinny table behind his sofa. He takes a sip, looking thoughtful. “According to the only book written by another actual blue witch, you’re incredibly hard to kill.” He pulls in a deep breath, like it pained him to even say that sentence. His wolf presses to the front of his mind, his eyes going full emerald. “The book hasn’t specifically mentioned thralls, but I bet that’s why you didn’t turn when they bit you.”
I look from him to Dirk and back again, mouth going dry.
