But it was also all of Dav: the grunts, the possessive way his fingers bruised at Laz’s hips, and the small flex of the fins on Dav’s cock inside his ass.
“So—fucking—tight,” Dav said through his teeth with each thrust. “You’re mine, you know that?”
Lazerath’s heart nearly burst as the orgasm built at the base of his spine. “Mine.”
“Mine,” Dav grunted as he drove in completely. “Both of you.”
“Mine,” Rosalind gasped out, and then began chanting it as her cunt fluttered.
Davarox’s hips connected with Laz’s backside, and that was all Laz could manage. Release roared through him, shaking him to his core as he spilled deep. There was nothing better than this moment, falling and flying and tumbling with one another.
Ears ringing, vision blurring, he distantly felt the first hot splash of Davarox inside him as the male gave one final flex of his fins before tipping over. Those fingers at Laz’s hips were brutally tight, but he didn’t care. He buried his face against Rosalind’s neck, breathing hard as the last tremors rocked through them.
He must have blinked longer than planned, because when he opened his eyes again, he was beside a dazed but happy Rosalind as Davarox gently cleaned her.
The male’s eyes flashed up, soft and sparklingalongside the contented smile on his face. “You need a new bed. A few nights here and there are fine, but it’s cramped for long term. Your tail likes to encroach on my space.”
Sure enough, Laz’s tail was flopped over both Rose’s and Dav’s legs without him remembering doing so. “I’m a cuddler, Dav. You know this. I need the reassurance.”
Davarox nodded and wiggled closer, fingers twining through Laz’s as he rested their hands on Rose’s hip. “I know.”
Rosalind placed her small hand atop theirs, sliding her fingers in between. “No more guilt. No more sads.”
Laz leaned in and pressed a kiss to her lips. “No more sads. We’re soulbonded, and nothing matters more than us.”
“You’re ours, Dav,” Rose whispered, eyes soft as she did that thing where she stared into Dav’s soul and saw everything.
“I am yours,” he said against her lips, kissing her before leaning forward and kissing Laz, too. “Ours.”
Lazerath was reminded of their first night, when he’d woken up without the human between them and felt like his insides had been shredded.
Dav, she should be ours.
And she was.Hewas.Theywere.
“Ours,” he said, ready for forever with his soulbonded.
EPILOGUE
HOW NOT TO CRY THAT IT'S OVER
Rosalind
“Ican’t look at him.”
“Because he’s terrifying?”
“What? No. All I see is him hiding under a table, stuffing his face with bronzeberry scones.”
Ozirax’s head whipped around to where Rose and Lazerath were spying, eyes narrowed. They quickly ducked behind the canvas, but not before Rose saw Kalypso snort a laugh at the purple demon’s expense.
“Okay, and he’s terrifying,” Laz muttered.
“You realize everyone can see your legs,” Davarox’s voice said from behind them. “And Laz’s horns are sticking up over the canvas.”
“Shit,” Laz muttered, standing tall again as he turned. He reached out for one of the glasses Davarox was carrying.
“Other one,” Dav said, passing off the wine before handing the first to Rose. “This one is yours. I tweaked the recipe with less sugar so Aofe could have some without affecting her medications.”
