“Look how well you follow directions,” Dav whispered into her ear, tongue darting out to tease the rounded tip. “Still want to continue?”
“Please.”
Dav’s gaze met Laz’s before falling lower, lower. His smirk grew. “You see how hard he is just from your touch? You did that.” His gray hands wrapped around her waist, tips of his fingers sliding under the sheer top she wore. “Do you think we should reward him for standing so still?”
Fuck. Laz’s tail ached and his ass was clenching—he really did need a reward for his behavior.
Rosalind arched into Dav’s wandering hands. “He’s been so good.”
Damn right he had, but that nearly got him in trouble because his tail twitched, and he received a warning glare.
Laz went rigid, staying perfectly still until Dav deemed it acceptable. Only then did the male continue tracing his thick fingers across the sliver of skin at her stomach. Below the second sleeveless shirt she had on underneath. Up to her breast?—
Rosalind’s eyes fluttered shut with a moan, and Laz didn’t know if he wanted to be Dav’s hands or the backs of her eyelids.
“Fuck, Laz,” Dav grunted, pressing his lips to her neck as his hands flexed under her shirt. “Her tits are so perfect.”
“Dav,” he whined, aching with barely contained excitement.
“Eyes open, baby,” Davarox whispered against her skin. “You’re going to want to watch this.”
Rosalind blinked, cheeks bright as she focused on him. Gods, he desperately wanted to pull that plump lower lip away from her teeth and bite it himself. Kiss and lick every inch of her skin that Dav revealed until?—
“Fuck it.” Laz lurched forward before falling to his knees in front of her bare breasts, bringing her chest right into his sight. “Perfect fucking tits. I can’t resist.”
He latched his mouth onto her left nipple, hand swatting away Dav’s so he could feel that weight in his own hold. Rosalind’s legs trembled, but he knew his friend would be there to hold her up as he swirled his tongue around the sweet taste of her skin.
Fingers tangled in his hair, brushing against his horn, and when he groaned, Rosalind’s grip tightened. She urged him to take more of her, squeezing when he nipped and sucked, the upper swell of her breasts keeping her shirt out of the way.
“Look at you two,” Dav murmured, catching Laz’s eye as he leaned over Rosalind’s shoulder and watched. “So hungry for more.”
Her free hand reached up to curl around Dav’s neck as she slipped into the rhythm. He leaned downat her urging, meeting her kiss as his hands slid down her sides and teased the waist of her shorts. Moving toward her belly.
Rosalind’s hips thrust forward, trapping Dav’s hand between herself and Laz as she moaned.
Dav chuckled. “Words, baby. Do you want me to touch you now?”
“Yes, please.” She whimpered, maybe at Dav’s roaming fingers, maybe at the way Laz switched his tongue to her other breast.
For a moment, Lazerath worried about the mechanics. Rosalind was too short, too small, and Dav could only bend for so long before it would be impossible to reach. But then Rosalind bucked hard enough to break Laz’s suction, followed by his friend cursing, he remembered what she’d said about human females.
Laz stared down at the movement of Davarox’s hand dipping into Rosalind’s heat.
“So fucking wet,” Dav groaned, licking his lips. His brow narrowed in concentration, fingers dancing under the fabric until whatever he did had her letting out a high-pitched cry. “That’s what you meant, wasn’t it?”
“Shit, Dav, don’t stop.”
Laz agreed. No stopping. He wanted to hear that cry again. A dozen times. He wanted to imprint it in his brain and replay it every time he used his hand for relief. Which, coincidentally, he found himself trying to do through his pants as he watched his best friend touch her.
The gray demon smirked, other hand sliding up betweenher breasts to pull her back to his front. “Are you questioning me?”
Rosalind shook her head furiously, then remembered words held the power. “No.”
“That’s what I thought.” Dav nodded to Laz. “Shorts. Now. Let’s see that pretty cunt.”
Lazerath was quick to curl his fingers into the waist of her shorts, tugging them down easily since there wasn’t a tail to get in the way.
Warm, golden-brown skin curved over lush hips, and his hands ached to take a handful of her and leave an impression in her flesh. But what he really wanted was slowly being revealed by Dav’s hand.
