Chapter 27 Ours
OURS
Lazerath
Davarox was soaked, clothes plastered to his body, but the moment he was through the door, Rosalind threw herself at him.
“Baby,” he murmured, arms shaking like he wasn’t sure whether he should hug her back. But then his hands were on her shoulders, trying to pry her off. “Baby, you’ll get cold.”
But she wasn’t letting go. Lazerath could hear her soft sobs and curses and whispered relief as she burrowed herself against Dav’s chest and held on tighter.
Laz couldn’t blame her. While he wore his worry like a second skin, Rosalind had tried to bury it with work. At least until after that first day, when she’d come back to his apartment instead of Mozke’s well past city hall’s closing and collapsed into his arms.
Dav, however, was predictable, and that brought Laz at least a small amount of comfort. The male would stew in his sads, try to punish himself, and then remember that he didn’t have to be afraid anymore. He’d found a family who loved him more than what he grew up believing he could have.
Lazerath didn’t fault him for any of it. Though he wasn’t going to let him walk away like that ever again.
But maybe what was missing was a human to remind him of that love as well, considering Davarox was still trying to untangle himself from her. “Rose, please, you’ll—”
“Oh, shut up.” Lazerath grabbed the back of Dav’s neck and hauled him into his kiss.
Then promptly recoiled, bending down to physically pull Rosalind away.
“Fuck! You’re freezing!”
Davarox trembled, wiping his face only for more water to drip from his hair into his eyes. “I know. That’s what I was saying.”
Rosalind sniffed, a small shiver rolling through her body from her now-soaked clothing. “I started a shower before coming down. Should be warm.”
Laz shuddered as the chill ran through him, too. “Great, because now I’m cold too. Close the door and get your soggy ass in to warm up.”
He turned with Rosalind in his arms, halfway down the hall before he realized there were no squishy footsteps following. He turned, giving Dav an expectant look.
The gray demon rolled back on his heels, frowning down at the ground. “You… really mean it?”
Laz sighed, took one look at Rose, and then they were both stomping back to the male. Together, they snagged his icy hands and began dragging him toward the bathing chamber.
Steam already filled the space, fogging the mirror, and the tremor running through Dav’s body suggested the warmth was starting to work its way through him.
“Come on, beautiful,” Laz said, releasing Davarox to grab the hem of Rose’s shirt. “Wet clothes off.”
He helped peel the fabric away, tossing it aside and leaving her in a lavender chest band. Her skin pebbled from the chill, nipples already hard, and Lazerath had to fight every instinct not to bend down and take them in his hands and mouth.
Later. Later.
First, they had to deal with the other soaking wet body.
Dav still hadn’t moved to take off his clothing, only stood there trembling. Maybe succumbing to a little more than the cold.
Rose cocked her head, eyes softening as she stepped closer and placed a hand over Dav’s heart. “Overthinking?”
He swallowed, chin dipping in confirmation.
“Would you like me to help?”
Fuck, that had Laz’s cock twitching to attention. A reminder of that first night, and of how they had all found a rhythm despite not knowing one another.
It was always meant to be.
Dav shivered, then grunted, “Yes.”
Rosalind glanced over her shoulder, an order already sparkling in her eyes. “Shirt.”
As Lazerath stepped forward, Rose helped pull the fabric away from Dav’s chest. Her fingers dove underneath, spreading across his chilled skin before Laz took over with the shirt to get it over Dav’s head and horns.
By the time Laz had tossed it away, Rose was already kneeling.
“You okay?” she asked from the ground, hands curled around the waist of his pants.
Davarox licked his lips, eyes dark as he stared down at her. “Yes.” He cleared his throat. “You don’t—”
“Ah,” Laz chided, grabbing underneath Dav’s chin and lifting his face. “You’re not questioning the woman on her knees for you right now, are you?”
The rush of taking charge was dizzying, especially as Davarox let out a tiny groan and whispered, “No.”
Laz kept a firm grip on Dav’s chin, holding him captive as he leaned in for a quick kiss, teeth snagging Dav’s lower lip and tugging it as he pulled away. The male swayed on his feet, his groan deepening.
In that moment, Laz truly understood the appeal of this dynamic from the other side. Maybe it wasn’t his preference, but he didn’t mind the way that Dav’s stress seemed to melt away as Rosalind tugged his pants down to his ankles.
One glance down said Dav wasn’t minding the shift either, his cock half-hard and fins flaring gently even though he was surely frozen to the core. Rosalind untied his boot and then softly grazed her nose along his length before standing up.
Rosalind turned to Laz, one side of her lips tipped up. “You next.”
Laz was quick to strip, hand aching to tug at his fully erect cock with Rosalind bossing him around. Particularly as he was rewarded with the sight of her tugging her chest band off and tossing it into the pile of clothing.
She pressed a hand to Laz’s chest, the small nudge letting him know to step back into the shower. The water was almost too warm, but he let the spray roll over his head and shoulders as he watched Rosalind turn back to Davarox, who still stood in the same spot, pants at his ankles.
“Now,” she said, backing up a step as her hands went to her pants. “You said all those pretty words outside about how you’re going to be better.” She tugged the fabric down her hips, kicking them away before backing into the stream of water. “Prove it.”
Davarox wet his lower lip, watching as Rosalind backed up until her ass hit Laz’s thighs. Without direction, Laz wrapped his hands around her, one curling around her hip to the heat between her legs, the other reaching for her tits.
Obviously.
Her soft whimper echoed over the spray of the water as Laz’s fingers found that little nub at her center. Already he could feel her slickness as he dipped inside her cunt and dragged arousal over the pleasure point, just how she liked it.
Laz lifted his gaze, meeting Dav’s dark one with the challenge.
One the gray demon was ready to meet.
He kicked his pants free, then stalked to the shower, tail whipping behind him. The fit was tighter as he stepped under the stream of water, but it didn’t seem like anyone minded. Especially as Dav quickly swiped the water from his face and sank to his knees.
Lazerath lost sight of him over Rosalind’s body, only the demon’s shoulders visible from this angle, but there was nothing more. No motion that he was touching himself, touching her, just… watching.
So Lazerath gave him a show. His fingers spread Rose’s center, dipping in and out where Davarox could see everything. Hear everything. And Laz couldn’t help himself as he ground his cock into Rose’s back, seeking just a little friction at the idea of his best friend—
No, they were more than that now.
His soulbonded. Both of them.
Rosalind’s head tipped back, shaky breath leaving her lips. “Do you want to touch, baby?”
Davarox groaned. “So badly. I’m trying to warm my hands before I do.”
That explained why he’d crouched directly in the spray of water, but Rose reached out, flexing her hands between his horns as she took a fistful of his hair.
“It’s the three of us. From now on. Got it?”
Laz had no idea how Rosalind could say that so effortlessly while he had two fingers dipped into her heat, but her command had even him groaning.
Dav’s eyes were dark as he looked up at her before glancing at Laz, waiting for his permission.
“Such a good boy on your knees,” Laz purred, shuddering at the thrill of power. “You going to make me do all the work?”
He never should have challenged Davarox, or maybe he should have challenged the male long before now, because without hesitation, Dav was swiping Laz’s hand away and latching his mouth to Rose’s center.
But that wasn’t the end of it, even as she cried out and threw her head back. Her body was lifting, and Laz used his hold around her chest to balance as Dav tossed both her legs over his shoulders.
Lazerath tilted her body forward with his, watching down the length of her as Davarox sucked and licked and feasted. It was so fucking hot that he didn’t realize he’d moved one of his hands to his cock to stroke himself.
Wait.
One hand was still holding a delicious tit, the other was digging into her hip.
“Fuck,” Lazerath groaned, tossing his head back so hard, his horns smacked the tile wall.
The hand on his cock stroked again, and that powerful grip and angle could only belong to one demon.
Davarox groaned, twisting and slicking Laz’s length while never leaving Rosalind’s center. But then he was inching closer, brushing the underside of Laz’s cock and lifting it until his tip met—
“Oh, fuck,” he blurted at the same time as Rosalind when the head of his cock slipped inside her. No farther, but just enough to play with her warm opening.
As if that wasn’t enough, Dav’s fingers were still stroking Laz’s shaft, tongue lapping at both of them in a way that had Laz’s orgasm rising at a dizzying pace.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” Rose whimpered, body trembling.
“Dav,” Lazerath grunted. “Dav, you gotta let go of me.”
Davarox didn’t listen. His fingers increased their pressure, tongue working and head urging the tip of Laz’s cock to continue bumping against Rosalind’s entrance.
“Don’t you dare swallow,” Rose gasped.