Chapter 11 Cravings #2
Kissing Lazerath was never with just his lips or tongue, but his entire body, like he hated losing contact even for the briefest moments. There was a thigh between her legs, hands holding and guiding her face to his, and something new but not unwelcome—a tail teasing its way around her hips.
One hand left her cheek, slapping at the wall behind her until he managed to turn on the shower, and then he was stripping his own shirt before tugging the hem of her sweater. The moment she lifted her arms, he was tearing it off her, taking a handful of her breast like before.
“Fuck, beautiful. I love these tits so much,” Laz groaned, playing with the weight.
Rosalind sighed, letting her head fall back as he kissed down her throat. “That feels so good.”
The sounds he made against her skin were already enough to have her panting, but the combination of his fingers and tongue had her so worked up, she thought she’d never make it into the shower with him.
But then he was slowing himself, grunting out his annoyance that he needed to be more patient. Rose didn’t quite agree, but when he stepped back to remove his pants, she forgot all about her complaints.
The first night, she’d admired all of him, but he’d been spread on the bed and waiting for her.
Now, Rose could see every inch of him—in height and tone.
He had to be a foot taller than she was, strong with a little softness around his middle.
And jutting proudly, the inhumanly large, tapered, and nubbed red cock.
Her fingers twitched at her sides, aching to explore now that her full attention was on him.
“Ah,” Laz teased, gesturing to her. “Clothes.”
Rosalind’s cheeks burned. “But—”
“Beautiful, I promise.”
With a deep breath, she stripped her lower garments and set them aside. And though she believed him, truly, there was still something that made her want to hide the evidence. Keep her head ducked until she was clean and didn’t have anything stuck to her skin.
But the moment Rosalind straightened, a body was sweeping her up and carrying her into the shower.
“Laz!” she squealed at the sudden heat, a nervous laugh slipping from her as he set her to stand under the spray.
Water rained down on them, soaking her hair quickly and forcing her to blink the stream from her eyes.
His black hair stuck to his forehead, smile tipping up on one side to reveal the point of a fang.
But his hands were moving with awareness around the walls of the shower, and then his palms came together in front of her as he worked the soap into a lather.
“May I?”
Rosalind nodded, letting her eyes drift closed as he rubbed his hands over her shoulders, under her hair, down each arm with a gentle massage.
A little moan left her throat as his thumb pressed into the muscle connecting her neck and shoulder.
“Turn.”
She obeyed, moving to face the tile as he stayed in that spot, slowly kneading the little knot. Then he was washing her, getting more soap and moving down her spine and around her front.
Rose arched as his hands returned to her breasts, lifting and rubbing and not so subtly teasing her nipples with each pass.
Resting his head on her shoulder, she knew he was looking down her front as he continued to torment her. But it seemed she was tormenting him as well, his erect cock nestling above her backside as he gently thrust against her.
Adjusting herself, she twisted one arm behind her so she could hold him closer, encourage him further. She splayed her hand over his ass, squeezing as a groan tumbled from his lips.
His mouth lingered at her cheek and ear, nipping gently before he whispered, “I need to finish cleaning you up first.”
It was with surprise that Rose realized… she’d forgotten. Forgotten that she was in here trying to avoid the mess between her legs and the cramping that had been plaguing her today.
Forgotten, because with Laz, it was that easy.
Still, her heart pounded in her chest as one hand dipped lower, fingers inching closer to her heat.
The moment they swiped through her, it was bliss. There was no fear, especially not when he rubbed over her clit and the rumbling sound Lazerath made at her back sounded oddly like a purr.
“Mm, I’m never going to get over the feel of you.”
Rosalind shuddered out a breath, head tipping back to rest on his chest as he continued, long enough that when her climax began to rise, she’d resorted to simply riding his fingers.
“There,” she panted, a whimper at the tail end of her instruction when his upper hand left her chest to settle at the base of her throat. He had two fingers inside her now, stretching and massaging as his thumb teased her clit. “Laz, Laz…”
She chanted his name as she came, walls fluttering around his fingers as he cursed and praised her in the same breath.
Suddenly, she was spinning, boneless as he hoisted her into his arms. Rose managed to fling her arms around his neck in time, his hands gripping the backs of her thighs and guiding them around his hips.
His cock slid through her wetness and rested there as he pulled her close, crushing his mouth to hers. He padded her back and neck before pressing her against the shower wall.
“Need to—fuck you—beautiful,” Laz groaned between kisses, both harsh and tender like he was struggling to hold back. His hands flexed against her skin, and gods, she wanted it harder, tighter, bruising.
“Please, yes,” she encouraged. Her thighs squeezed around his hips, hands diving into his hair and gripping firmly to show him how much she meant it.
Lazerath pulled his hips back, keeping her steady as he positioned himself at her center. The tip of his cock slid in without challenge, their groans mingling as he dove back in to kiss her.
But he stayed there, panting.
“Laz, please,” Rosalind whimpered. “I need you.”
“Hold—” He let out a hiss, eyes squeezing shut. “Sorry, beautiful, I’m trying not to come immediately.”
She let out a soft chuckle, readjusting her hands in his hair and teasing the point of his ear.
Laz let out a grunt. “Not helping.”
“Sorry.”
“Never apologize. Pretty sure you could make me come without touching my cock, just by doing that.”
“You’re into that?”
“Didn’t realize it until you,” he muttered, then blew out a long breath and managed another inch inside her before stopping. “Blazes, how do you feel so good?”
Rose grinned. “Could say the same thing.”
He blinked, refocusing on her with a happy smile. “Yeah?”
To prove it, she nuzzled her nose against his and pressed a soft kiss against his lips. “Yeah. And it’ll feel better when you come inside me.”
Laz cursed, knees wobbling as he slid further into her before catching himself.
“Fuck me, Laz,” she said, canting her hips. “Hard, fast, deep.”
He let out a rumbling growl, heat simmering in his depthless eyes. “I’m trying to last here.”
“Another time. Promise.”
It snapped his restraint. Laz pulled his hips back and slammed into her, earning a cry that echoed off the tile.
It could have been his, hers, but then there was no stopping as he withdrew and thrust into her again.
Each drive of his hips was punishing, and the way he kissed her was feral.
There was nothing but pleasure building from how he rubbed against her.
How each plunge of him into her heat was sending her closer to another pinnacle.
“Beautiful,” he growled, leaning his head away. His gaze lingered on her heaving chest, then dipped to where he was sliding in and out of her. “Gonna come. Fill this cunt.”
Rose whimpered his name, head tipping back against the tile as he pounded into her. There was a chant leaving her lips, encouraging him.
Right there. So close. I want you to fill me.
His own words melted into her, making her dizzy.
Not pulling out this time. You’re going to hold all of my cum. Fuck, never getting over this cunt.
Pleasure crashed into her, tension eclipsing until her entire body shook with the orgasm.
She might have been crying, screaming, praising him, and then she felt the first stutter of his hips.
The frantic thrust as he drove deep and stilled with a moan around her name.
Heat filling her as they trembled in an embrace.
And then Laz’s lips were on hers, desperate and hungry as he devoured her breaths and any rational thought she might have tonight.
There was a contented buzzing over her as he continued to whisper praise, easing her legs down as he slipped free. He lowered to his knees, confusion pinching her brows as she watched, but then clarity snapped when his hands grabbed the insides of her thighs and parted her.
“You better keep all that inside you,” Lazerath growled, and that alone had her clenching with a little whimper.
He smirked, licking his lips as he eyed her center, then seemed to shake out of his trance.
He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her lower belly, looking up to catch her eye.
“One day, I’m going to do that for real. Put a little demon baby in you.”
She whipped out a hand to catch herself before her knees buckled, hand curling over his horn for purchase.
He chuckled, pressing another kiss to her skin before rising, dotting kisses up her belly and breasts before taking her lips. “You like that idea, don’t you?”
Rosalind hummed. “Maybe.”
Laz lit up like the damn daymoon, smile wide and unrestrained.
“Tease. Dav and I are going to compete for who can get you pregnant first.” He lunged for her, holding her face in his hands as he kissed her.
“We’ll never let you leave.” Another kiss.
“Just stuffed and leaking our cum out of your cunt until—”
She playfully shoved at his chest. “Laz!”
“Fuck, getting ahead of myself again.” He laughed and scrubbed a hand through his wet hair, blinking like the water shocked him. “Shit, should probably finish the shower.”
They did, more or less, manage to finish cleaning themselves in a reasonable amount of time.
Lazerath left her to finish really cleaning while he grabbed her bag and the supplies within.
And when she was snuggled in one of his shirts that hung to her knees, wrapped in his embrace as he nuzzled into her neck, she let those words really sink in.
A future with Lazerath and Davarox. Another body in this bed, another tail twisting around her leg, another warm kiss goodnight.
Maybe even more.
Laz rubbed her hip then slipped his warm hand down to cradle her lower belly.
“This okay?”
She smiled sleepily. “That’s really nice.”
He was quiet, thumb idly drawing circles on her, then said, “I’m really fucking glad we met you, Rose. The other day with the delivery… thank you for standing up for Dav.”
Rosalind rolled, collecting her wet hair off her neck as she turned to face Laz. “It’s awful that we have to.”
Laz’s lips twisted. “Sometimes I feel like I’m holding him back. He’s so fucking smart, like you. He could be doing so much more than working in a bakery.”
“You don’t think he enjoys it?”
The demon shrugged. “Maybe some days. But he gets this sort of… distant look sometimes. A sadness, and he doesn’t think I see it, but I do. I don’t know. I guess I worry that he’s only still hanging around because he thinks I still need him to protect me.”
Rosalind considered it.
Frowned.
Compared it to everything she knew about the gray demon and what she’d observed in their time together. The words he selected. The mannerisms. His defensiveness.
The books.
Then looked at the red demon currently having a crisis about his best friend’s happiness, or supposed lack of, while his tail thumped behind him and he chewed on his lower lip.
Stared at him from the perspective of another demon and discovered it wasn’t all that different than how she looked at him.
“I think,” she said carefully, “that Dav is protective by nature, and you’re his best friend.
He’d protect you from me if he felt it necessary.
Which will never happen, by the way.” Rose smiled when he looked at her, grateful that his shoulders softened with the gesture.
“Life hasn’t always been kind—to any of us, it seems. Maybe some days, the sads win.
And I think in those moments, you remind him of the joy he has.
I know that’s true for me, getting to know both of you. ”
His arms wrapped around her, nestling her into his chest. “You’re part of that too, you know.” Laz kissed the top of her head. “Think if I tell him I came inside you he’ll bend you over and fuck you right there on the front counter while I watch?”
Rose settled closer, letting her eyes drift closed as she laughed. “He might not even give you that privilege. Probably send you to the back to listen only.”
There was silence for a moment, then Laz groaned long and low. “Worth it.”