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He sighed, shivering, and climbed onto the bed, lying on his back and crawling backwards with his cock bobbing in the air.
"Can I have the oil?" I whispered to Laszlo.
His eyebrows bounced, but then he pulled it from behind his back, hand already clasped around the thin gold bottle. "You read my mind."
My body thrummed, cunt clasping on nothing as Laszlo gifted me the bottle. This would be a treat for Conall, yes, but also for me.
"The pair of you are making me nervous," Conall quipped.
I eyed his stiffening cock and arched an eyebrow. "Are you sure that's the correct word?"
He huffed, and I unstoppered the bottle, pouring a small pool of oil into my palm and dipping one finger into it to trace around my lips. My mouth warmed gently as I leaned against the side of the bed, bending over Conall's lap and rubbing my mouth to the inner muscle of his thigh.
"Tease," Conall hissed.
I grinned and nipped his flesh before sitting up. My finger dipped into the oil again, and this time I drew directly over the inner crease of his thigh and hip. Conall's brow was furrowing, and I paused to admire his prone stretch. His wounds had knit back together, fresh pink lines cast over warm, pale skin. His chest rose and fell, the muscles of his stomach tensing as his breath hitched.
Laszlo stole back the bottle of oil, and Conall shuddered as the gryphon dribbled a line of the liquid down his chest.
"I should've shared this with you when you visited last," Laszlo said, staring down at Conall from the other side of the bed. He was nude, his own length darkening with arousal as he stared at the werewolf spread before us.
"You and your toys and tonics. I don't mind a good, plain fuck," Conall said, but his voice was growing rough and his cock was twitching as I spiraled a line of oil up his length with my fingertip.
"Aplainfuck?" I asked a little tartly.
Conall lifted his head to glare at me. "Nothing with you is plain,mo chroí."
Laszlo huffed and I laughed, shaking my head.
"He's usually so good with words. We must be making him nervous. Perhaps you'd better give him something more productive to do with his mouth?" I said to Laszlo.
Conall groaned and arched his hips into the air, arousal now stiff and dark and pulsing.
"A very worthy suggestion," Laszlo agreed, smiling at me, his hands reaching down to hold Conall's head. He stepped closer to the bed and Conall was ready, growling and tipping his head back, reaching to take Laszlo's cock onto his tongue.
"I've always noted that werewolves have very hungry mouths," Laszlo rasped, sighing and letting his eyes fall shut as Conall lapped eagerly at his length.
I laughed, and for the first time since my escape, I recalled the monsters I'd met before Birsha. Those ugly memories tried to rise too, but they weren't as quick, and I distracted myself with the view of Conall bucking and squirming on the bed, inching his way to Laszlo to swallow more of the gryphon's cock.
Conall's knot was starting to darken and swell, the tip of his length weeping arousal. I wanted time to torment him a little, so I used my warm, pulsing hands, stroking and tugging his sac until he was gasping on Laszlo, who moaned in answer. I climbed up onto the bed, tracing my fingers in the line of oil Laszlo had poured over Conall's chest and drawing patterns over his skin and around his nipples.
"Fuck," Conall gasped. "Mo chroí, please. I'm going to spill, and you know how much I like the pretty squeeze of you when I come."
I flushed, debating whether or not he ought to be punished for begging or rewarded. I decided a combination of both would do, and I settled my knees on either side of his hips. Laszlo watched, eyes wide and fixed to my sex as I spread myself open and took Conall in hand, guiding him to my entrance. I fit him just barely inside of me and Conall growled, pulling away from his feast to lift his head and glare at me.
"Evie, darling," he snarled.
But before he could thrust up and fill me, Laszlo leaned forward, planting his hands on Conall's stomach and holding him still.
"Damnit. I'll have revenge on each of you," Conall panted, head falling back and hands fisting in the sheets.
"You mean you'll express your gratitude," I said, just riding the head of his cock for a moment, drawing it out and stroking the slick tip around my clit until my breath caught and the magic of the oil started to make me throb.
Laszlo had distracted Conall by taking his face back in hand, fucking that snarling mouth with his own gasps and groans, wings flexing with the rhythm. My hands on Conall's chest brushed with Laszlo's, and I grasped his wrist as I sank down, filling myself with Conall's length. Laszlo tipped forward, his brow furrowed and cheeks flushed, and I caught his mouth with mine as I started to ride Conall. I licked into Laszlo's mouth, crying out in the kiss as Conall bucked and thrust beneath me.
There was a warm thrum that carried from my mouth to my cunt, a current of closed energy, and I wondered if they felt it too, if we were all tied together in the moment. Was that mating, or the oil Laszlo had shared? Or had I only forgotten what intimacy felt like, the way it seemed to let you share parts of yourself without a word or a look?
Conall let out a garbled speech that made Laszlo yelp and stumble back, freeing the werewolf's lips.
