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 bootand 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 howshe 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.
Hissoulbonded. 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 soeffortlessly 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.
