Chapter 6
ITEM TEN
Lazerath
Davarox was magic.
Well, he didn’t have magic in the physical sense of the word, but he was magic in the metaphysical sense. Because there was a beautiful human on Laz’s arm as she held Dav’s hand on the other side.
But there was a sense of rightness, one that he’d felt immediately upon seeing her, even before knowing her name.
Rosalind.
That’s what it was like inside his chest. An unfurling of rose petals and a thorny vine that was already building a cage around his heart to protect her—
It. His heart, not her. Because he could behave and not fall hard and fast with ridiculous ideas like soulbonding with a human who his best friend was also interested in. A best friend who had done his sexy hair tuck and flirted about lists, which now had the gorgeous woman walking home with them.
Lazerath could behave. He could have a night of fun. He could have no attachments and go back to the bakery the next day just like he’d done those other times he’d had a one-night thing.
But then they were standing in his bedchamber and he forgot what he was supposed to do with his tail, especially when there was a human in his home who did not have a tail—
“Oh, fuck,” Laz blurted, breaking the awkward silence as Dav and Rosalind whipped their gazes to him. “I just realized… I mean… are human women different down there than—”
Rosalind pressed her small hand to his chest, a surprisingly comforting gesture to do to a relative stranger. Well, a relative stranger who she was about to let fuck her alongside his best friend for a single night of distraction.
“Mozke did all the hard work for us, so maybe I’m a little more prepared than you,” she said, looking up at him through her lashes.
There was no sign of embarrassment on her cheeks besides the soft tinge of pink over her cheekbones.
“They said arousal points for demon females are inside, so I know you’re more equipped for…
that.” Her eyes drifted to Davarox, who had come closer.
“Mine is more external, so generally a thrust isn’t going to do much.
If that interests you, I guess, but there’s also the small issue of… babies?”
Blazes, Laz was going to come in his pants, and he was only half hard, but her hand still resting on him, plus imagining her carrying his little half-demon babies, was both dangerous and speeding up the erection process.
“No finishing inside you,” Davarox said. “You’re in charge of everything we do, Rosalind.”
She nodded quickly, fingers now tapping Laz’s chest. “Right. In charge. I’m in charge.”
Laz brought his hand up, resting it over hers before curling his fingers to hold her gently. “Hey, beautiful. We listen to you. If you don’t want—”
“I do want,” Rosalind blurted, licking her lips. “I’m just—”
“Overthinking,” Davarox finished. When she dipped her chin in confirmation, he soothed a knuckle over her cheekbone. “Would you like me to help?”
Laz watched as that simple question settled over her shoulders. Another confirmation, even if she didn’t voice it yet.
“You are still in control, always in control, but I’ll fill in,” Dav offered, thumb brushing her lower lip. “It’s our job to be the distraction. Our focus is you, so you can turn off that brain and be safe knowing we won’t do anything without your explicit permission. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” His hand drifted down, thumb and forefinger gripping her chin as he directed her face back toward Lazerath. “Kiss him.”
Fuck. Laz had forgotten how good his friend was at this.
At directing what could otherwise be a confusing situation of bent tails and twisted feet and crushed cocks.
At least now they were only dealing with two tails, and when they’d been on the same wavelength for years, it wasn’t all that difficult to fall into a rhythm with a new partner.
But Laz also knew what happened when Dav’s directions weren’t followed, not that he was resistant to this order, so he dipped his head.
By demon standards, Rosalind was miniscule.
Probably an entire foot shorter than him, if not a little more, so it was more than a little embarrassing that in order to reach him, she had to push up on her toes.
Then catch her other hand on him for balance.
Then press her entire front to his, which included his now fully erect cock.
Rosalind only hummed seconds before her lips met his, and that was nearly enough to set him on fire. Her lips were so fucking gentle, cautious yet exploring. He was careful to keep his fangs away from her delicate skin, letting her determine how much to give.
More heat filled the space. Long hair dusted over Laz’s cheek as Dav made room for himself, latching his mouth onto her neck as a contented gasp left Rosalind’s throat.
Laz swallowed that joy, hands falling to her waist to keep her upright and brushing Davarox’s fingers as his friend did the same.
And then one hand disappeared, followed by the loss of Rosalind’s lips as Dav gripped her jaw and tugged her into his kiss. Still pressed against Laz’s front, he felt the whimper tremble through her body as Dav controlled her. Rougher, but still leaving space for her to stop this at any moment.
She didn’t.
In fact, her hips pressed harder against Laz, and it was all he could do to resist wrapping his arms around her to do the work before Davarox gave the instruction.
Dav pulled back, Rosalind hazily chasing after him. “Still good?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “More than good.”
He smirked—that all-knowing, sexy one that Lazerath was insanely jealous of. “Shirt.”
Rosalind’s hands started to pull away from Laz’s chest.
“Not yours,” he said, though his eyes traveled down her body appreciatively before he tilted his head toward Lazerath. “His. And he better keep his tail to himself.”
Her dark gaze shifted before she put a small distance between them, twisting her fingers into the top button of his shirt to pop it open.
“Fuck,” Lazerath rasped as she held eye contact, moving to the next and the next until the shirt fell open. He pressed his tail so hard into the ground to resist touching her that he would likely be sore in the morning.
“Off.”
She followed Dav’s order without question, pressing her cool hands against Laz’s lower abdominals and dragging them up to his chest, until they spread to either shoulder and took the fabric with her.
Even when the loose shirt fluttered to the floor, her fingers brushed down his arms, savoring with the barest of touches that made his skin pebble.
“Look how well you follow directions,” Dav whispered into her ear, tongue darting out to tease the rounded tip. “Still want to continue?”
“Please.”
Dav’s gaze met Laz’s before falling lower, lower. His smirk grew. “You see how hard he is just from your touch? You did that.” His gray hands wrapped around her waist, tips of his fingers sliding under the sheer top she wore. “Do you think we should reward him for standing so still?”
Fuck. Laz’s tail ached and his ass was clenching—he really did need a reward for his behavior.
Rosalind arched into Dav’s wandering hands. “He’s been so good.”
Damn right he had, but that nearly got him in trouble because his tail twitched, and he received a warning glare.
Laz went rigid, staying perfectly still until Dav deemed it acceptable. Only then did the male continue tracing his thick fingers across the sliver of skin at her stomach. Below the second sleeveless shirt she had on underneath. Up to her breast—
Rosalind’s eyes fluttered shut with a moan, and Laz didn’t know if he wanted to be Dav’s hands or the backs of her eyelids.
“Fuck, Laz,” Dav grunted, pressing his lips to her neck as his hands flexed under her shirt. “Her tits are so perfect.”
“Dav,” he whined, aching with barely contained excitement.
“Eyes open, baby,” Davarox whispered against her skin. “You’re going to want to watch this.”
Rosalind blinked, cheeks bright as she focused on him. Gods, he desperately wanted to pull that plump lower lip away from her teeth and bite it himself. Kiss and lick every inch of her skin that Dav revealed until—
“Fuck it.” Laz lurched forward before falling to his knees in front of her bare breasts, bringing her chest right into his sight. “Perfect fucking tits. I can’t resist.”
He latched his mouth onto her left nipple, hand swatting away Dav’s so he could feel that weight in his own hold. Rosalind’s legs trembled, but he knew his friend would be there to hold her up as he swirled his tongue around the sweet taste of her skin.
Fingers tangled in his hair, brushing against his horn, and when he groaned, Rosalind’s grip tightened. She urged him to take more of her, squeezing when he nipped and sucked, the upper swell of her breasts keeping her shirt out of the way.
“Look at you two,” Dav murmured, catching Laz’s eye as he leaned over Rosalind’s shoulder and watched. “So hungry for more.”
Her free hand reached up to curl around Dav’s neck as she slipped into the rhythm. He leaned down at her urging, meeting her kiss as his hands slid down her sides and teased the waist of her shorts. Moving toward her belly.
Rosalind’s hips thrust forward, trapping Dav’s hand between herself and Laz as she moaned.
Dav chuckled. “Words, baby. Do you want me to touch you now?”
“Yes, please.” She whimpered, maybe at Dav’s roaming fingers, maybe at the way Laz switched his tongue to her other breast.
For a moment, Lazerath worried about the mechanics.
Rosalind was too short, too small, and Dav could only bend for so long before it would be impossible to reach.
But then Rosalind bucked hard enough to break Laz’s suction, followed by his friend cursing, he remembered what she’d said about human females.
Laz stared down at the movement of Davarox’s hand dipping into Rosalind’s heat.