Rosalind pressed her small hand to his chest, a surprisingly comforting gesture to do to a relative stranger. Well, a relative stranger who she was about to let fuck her alongside his best friend for a single night of distraction.
“Mozke did all the hard work for us, so maybe I’m a little more prepared than you,” she said, looking up at him through her lashes. There was no sign of embarrassment on her cheeks besides the soft tinge of pink over her cheekbones. “They said arousal points for demon females are inside, so I know you’re more equipped for… that.” Her eyes drifted to Davarox, who had come closer. “Mine is more external, so generally a thrust isn’t going to do much. If that interests you, I guess, but there’s also the small issue of… babies?”
Blazes, Laz was going to come in his pants, and he was only half hard, but her hand still resting on him, plus imagining her carrying his little half-demon babies, was both dangerous and speeding up the erection process.
“No finishing inside you,” Davarox said. “You’re in charge of everything we do, Rosalind.”
She nodded quickly, fingers now tapping Laz’s chest. “Right. In charge. I’m in charge.”
Laz brought his hand up, resting it over hers before curling his fingers to hold her gently. “Hey, beautiful. We listen to you. If you don’t want?—”
“I do want,” Rosalind blurted, licking her lips. “I’m just?—”
“Overthinking,” Davarox finished. When she dipped her chin in confirmation, he soothed a knuckle over her cheekbone. “Would you like me to help?”
Laz watched as that simple question settled over her shoulders. Another confirmation, even if she didn’t voice it yet.
“You are still in control, always in control, but I’ll fill in,” Dav offered, thumb brushing her lower lip. “It’s our job to be the distraction. Our focus is you, so you can turn off that brain and be safe knowing we won’t do anything without your explicit permission. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” His hand drifted down, thumb andforefinger gripping her chin as he directed her face back toward Lazerath. “Kiss him.”
Fuck. Laz had forgotten how good his friend was at this. At directing what could otherwise be a confusing situation of bent tails and twisted feet and crushed cocks. At least now they were only dealing with two tails, and when they’d been on the same wavelength for years, it wasn’t all that difficult to fall into a rhythm with a new partner.
But Laz also knew what happened when Dav’s directions weren’t followed, not that he was resistant to this order, so he dipped his head.
By demon standards, Rosalind was miniscule. Probably an entire foot shorter than him, if not a little more, so it was more than a little embarrassing that in order to reach him, she had to push up on her toes. Then catch her other hand on him for balance. Then press her entire front to his, which included his now fully erect cock.
Rosalind only hummed seconds before her lips met his, and that was nearly enough to set him on fire. Her lips were so fucking gentle, cautious yet exploring. He was careful to keep his fangs away from her delicate skin, letting her determine how much to give.
More heat filled the space. Long hair dusted over Laz’s cheek as Dav made room for himself, latching his mouth onto her neck as a contented gasp left Rosalind’s throat.
Laz swallowed that joy, hands falling to her waist to keep her upright and brushing Davarox’s fingers as his friend did the same.
And then one hand disappeared, followed by the loss of Rosalind’s lips as Dav gripped her jaw and tugged her into his kiss. Still pressed against Laz’s front, he felt the whimper tremble through her body as Dav controlled her. Rougher, but still leaving space for her to stop this at any moment.
She didn’t.
In fact, her hips pressed harder against Laz, and it was all he could do to resist wrapping his arms around her to do the work before Davarox gave the instruction.
Dav pulled back, Rosalind hazily chasing after him. “Still good?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “More than good.”
He smirked—that all-knowing, sexy one that Lazerath was insanely jealous of. “Shirt.”
Rosalind’s hands started to pull away from Laz’s chest.
“Not yours,” he said, though his eyes traveled down her body appreciatively before he tilted his head toward Lazerath. “His. And he better keep his tail to himself.”
Her dark gaze shifted before she put a small distance between them, twisting her fingers into the top button of his shirt to pop it open.
“Fuck,” Lazerath rasped as she held eye contact, moving to the next and the next until the shirt fell open. He pressed his tail so hard into the ground to resist touching her that he would likely be sore in the morning.
“Off.”
She followed Dav’s order without question, pressing her cool hands against Laz’s lower abdominalsand dragging them up to his chest, until they spread to either shoulder and took the fabric with her. Even when the loose shirt fluttered to the floor, her fingers brushed down his arms, savoring with the barest of touches that made his skin pebble.
