Chapter 22 A Quick Study
A QUICK STUDY
Rosalind
Rosalind watched Davarox release Laz’s hand, his guard flickering behind dark eyes as the silence stretched.
Behind his waiting gaze—that illusion of being in control—a storm was raging.
She tasted the petrichor on her tongue, and maybe someone else, someone who wasn’t her, would cave to that storm.
Batten the hatches and retreat to safety.
But Rose had tasted more than just the storm as Lazerath gripped her chin. Pulled her lips to his and explored her mouth for more than what she had to offer.
There was a spark in the air, one that could just as easily burn out. Lightning trapped underneath skin, a curious pattern desperate to be set free and illuminate something new.
And she wasn’t talking about Davarox.
Her hand cradled Lazerath’s chin, pulling his gaze to her. Fear, yes, but there was eagerness and uncertainty within, like his entire being was wobbling on a thread trying to cross the depthless Aldgate Scar.
He wanted this, too.
Urging Laz closer, she leaned in to match him. “Follow me,” she purred, then pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the head of Davarox’s cock.
The gray male shuddered, his hold shaking where she’d forgotten he still gripped her hair.
But relief passed over Lazerath’s features, and then he was closing the distance and placing his mouth next to hers.
“Good boy,” she whispered, knowing Dav needed a moment to regain control. Her breath fanned over the fins of his cock, tongue teasing a pliant spine before stroking the underside of him.
If there was one thing she understood, it was Lazerath’s need for focus, and right now, he needed to ignore every thought flashing wildly in his mind. So, a task. A mirroring that he could not fail at when all he needed was reassurance that what he was doing was okay.
That this was okay.
Rosalind moved her lips back toward the flared head of Davarox’s length, Lazerath matching the movements until their lips met at the tip.
This time, his tongue flicked out first, stealing the bead of precum before she could.
She licked for it, though, tongue meeting Laz’s, and then it was almost natural how they fell into step with one another.
A competition to see who could make Davarox shudder harder, groan louder, swear completely.
“Fuck, what a fast learner you are.” Gray fingers in her periphery took hold of Laz’s horn and hair. “Taking orders and sucking my cock like you were made for this.”
Lazerath groaned at the praise, slowly finding his own movements as Rosalind eased off. She watched him take the head back into his mouth, tongue working before sliding it deeper.
“Fuck, just like that,” Dav hissed, head tipping back. “Rose, baby—those hands are free, put them to use.”
She was already moving, hands dipping to Lazerath’s pants and tugging him closer. He moved with a pained sound of relief as she palmed him through the fabric, blindly working at the ties to free him.
Tugging his pants down to his thighs, she wrapped a hand around his hot length, spreading the slickness down his shaft. He groaned, jerking in her grip, then picked up his rhythm with Dav.
She watched him take more and more of Dav and rewarded him as she twisted and pulled around the nubs on his cock. His arms still trembled at his sides, even as Davarox praised him, but soon Laz’s hands were exploring more. Palms spreading on Dav’s thighs. Sliding around to his ass. Urging more.
Rosalind pressed her free hand to Laz’s chest, dragging over the heated skin before flicking his nipple. Laz groaned, which in turn made Dav groan, and then there was a whirlwind of movement and Davarox was yanking them all apart.
His chest heaved, swirling desire in his black eyes as he stared between them. Laz breathed hard, wiping his hand over his wet chin. His cheeks were dark from more than just exertion.
But fear crept back into Laz’s eyes. The worry that maybe he’d fucked something up but also a pang of something unidentifiable. Something more that he shuttered when he noticed Rose’s attention.
Davarox recovered, slipped back into his command, and reminded them with a quick nudge of his hands what they were here to do.
Rose’s mouth met Laz’s at the encouragement, her tongue diving between his teeth to steal the taste of Dav, but then they were being urged to stand, and she couldn’t help the hungry whine that escaped her throat.
A swat against her tender ass had her squeaking and breaking away, glare pointed at Dav.
Who shook his head with a smirk.
She snapped her gaze to Laz, mouth popping open at his casual shrug and wicked grin, hand retreating back to his side as he kicked his pants free.
“Sorry, beautiful.” His tone suggested he was not at all sorry. “Did you forget which one of us has gotten to come so far?”
Okay, he had a point, but then both demons set their eyes on her, something unspoken passing between them as they stepped closer in unison.
“She did leave your hand dripping,” Dav mused, running his tongue over his lip like he was remembering the taste.
Laz smirked as Rosalind retreated. “Could have fit a third, maybe fourth finger in her cunt, she was so greedy for it.”
“One day, I bet she’ll take a fist.” Dav’s next step had him towering over her, eyes perusing her naked body now that Laz had ripped her last remaining layer off. “Warm her up for both our cocks in that same tight hole.”
“Fuck,” she breathed at the same time as Laz.
Dav moved fast, tail wrapping around her hips and twisting her in place. His arm was next, clamping over her shoulders and tugging her flush to his chest with his hand enveloping her breast. Her squeak was drowned out by a moan as Dav’s other hand thrust three fingers into her heat.
“Fuck, so wet,” he groaned into her ear, pressing his palm against her clit and just fucking holding her there. “Did it turn you on, watching Laz swallow my cock?”
“Yes,” she gasped, even if it was only a half truth.
For her, attraction had always been more than an act.
It was a connection, a layer beyond physical, that called to her first. Laz so willingly wrapping his lips and tongue over Dav’s cock was beautiful, stunning, arousing.
But none of that would exist for her if she hadn’t also felt that connection.
Maybe watching was something she could find desire in… an experience she had never considered might be pleasurable before now.
“I can tell, baby. And now that you’ve had your fun, it’s time for us to have ours.”
Rose was certain there was no real exchange of enjoyment for enjoyment in anything they’d done, but then Davarox was carrying her toward the bed, and she had a better idea of what exactly he intended.
“Laz, get your ass over there.”
“Yes, sir,” Laz grunted, and Rose felt her heart flutter at the way Davarox’s next step wobbled.
The red demon sat on the edge of the bed, tail draping off to the side but the end twitching in excitement.
“Familiar sight, isn’t it?” Dav whispered in her ear, teeth nipping at the lobe as he stroked too slowly in her cunt to do anything more than spread her arousal. “Still think he’s too big for you?”
Rosalind shook her head, swallowing to keep herself from begging so soon. “No. I can take him.” Her head drifted to the side as Dav’s lips trailed down her neck. “I can take both of you.”
That was rewarded with a pinch to her nipple, eliciting a curse from Laz as he squirmed on the bed.
“That’s our girl,” Dav praised, slowly removing his touch. He crowded her from behind until she had no choice but to climb up onto the bed, not that she wanted to do anything else right now. “Do you still want this, baby?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
The thrill coursed through her as her knees framed Laz’s hips, his body leaned back casually despite restraint vibrating through him.
Rosalind cleared her throat. “Yes, I want to come on Lazerath’s cock while you’re fucking my ass.”
Her hips were shoved down, the stretch and nubs of Lazerath’s cock forcing a near-scream from her throat. Pleasure shuddered through her, and distantly she realized that Laz’s hands were firmly on her hips, her own fingers digging into his shoulders for balance, which meant…
Dav’s hand slid out from between her legs, dragging some of her arousal between her ass. He’d been the one to guide them together, and yet there was nothing but trembling desire in Laz as he moved his hips in small pumps.
“Beautiful,” he grunted underneath her, head dipping to see where they were joined before something like awe spread across his features. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
“Fuck me,” she whimpered, begged, pleaded. She didn’t care how desperate she sounded. She just needed this. To be closer, deeper, never ending.
Lazerath helped lift her hips before his grip was snapping her back down, his cock hitting the deepest parts of her. Rose’s thoughts disappeared with the pleasure, the sounds, the feel. She was chanting his name, rising and falling in rhythm with his thrusts.
She lost track of time, barely shivered at the feel of something cool dripping along her backside, only felt relief that there was a warm body moving behind her.
There were more hands, a tail, whispered praises against skin. Comfort blanketed her alongside that rising shiver within.
A firm palm against her shoulder blades had her leaning forward, an opportunity Lazerath did not waste as his mouth met hers in a clash of tongues and teeth.
There was a prod at her backside, a new stretch, a million praises kissed into her skin as Davarox continued to talk them through the preparation for something bigger.
Then his chest was against her back.
An order for Lazerath to pause.
Another warm press at her hole.
“Unbelievable,” Davarox groaned, the first slide of his cock past that ring of muscle shooting stars across her vision. “So willing to take us both.”
Another inch.
Rosalind gasped at the burn, at the fullness already threatening to tip her over when she knew she was nowhere close to having everything.
Dav’s hips pressed forward again, slipping in deeper, and now it was Lazerath who cursed.
“Fuck, beautiful. You look like a fucking dream.” He wiped the sweat from her brow, cradling her face. “Look here. I want it all.”
Her eyes fluttered, but she willed them to stay open as Dav moved in short bursts, sliding in and out until she wasn’t sure she could take any more.
But then they were both kissing her—Dav at her nape and Laz at her throat—and she was floating somewhere outside her body when their hips were flush with hers.
Dav swore at her back, fangs dragging across her shoulders as her walls clenched. It was too much, too little, never enough, even if she felt like there was no place to go.
“Please, move, something, gods.” Rose whimpered, tears pricking her eyes.
And then Dav was moving, slowly at first, then Lazerath joined in underneath her. Rose’s vision went white, the pleasure coiling so tight in her belly she couldn’t form words to even warn that she was cresting.
Shatter wasn’t an appropriate word for what she felt.
There was breaking only to be mended, their edges blending so seamlessly with the others there was no differentiating.
She was certain the cry she released would leave her throat raw, that everyone in Temptation would know who was in this room with her right now.
Her walls were fluttering, endlessly on fire as the demons surrounding her cursed, praised, grunted until they, too, followed her into the endless pleasure.
Heat trembled between her legs, their arousals mixing and soaking everything between them, but she didn’t care. She would never move again, and not just because Dav all but collapsed atop her.
The tangle of limbs was her safety. Her home.
It was messy, but it felt like her soul could finally rest.
Rosalind’s eyes drifted shut as she let that thought burrow into her heart as well.