There was no shame in her gaze as she looked up at him, tugging her lower lip between her teeth. “So much.”
“Gonna look so pretty covered in my cum,” he grunted, moving a little faster. “Only thing better would be tying Laz down and making him watch how much you fucking love this. How desperately you want me to paint you with my release.”
Underneath him, Rose was squirming. Nearly writhing as she pressed her tits tighter, pinched her nipples harder, sank into that pleasure.
Dav needed to see it. Feel it. His tail slid up the inside of her thigh, finding her soaked center with no challenge. He sank inside, pumping to the rhythm of his own thrustsbetween her breasts and adding to the slick sounds between them.
His tail fins weren’t as flexible as the ones on his cock, but it seemed that didn’t matter. As he drove into her cunt and between her breasts, he felt the first pulse of her orgasm. And with that, she lifted her chin and met his next thrust with her tongue.
He burst. Release coursed through him as ribbons of white landed in her open mouth, across her lips and cheeks and neck. And she was still crying out her second wave of pleasure, shaking under him as she caught everything he gave her. Called his name as she licked up everything within reach.
Davarox repositioned before he crushed her, then pressed his tongue to her sternum and licked a path up between her breasts. He didn’t care about the mess—his mess—as he crushed his mouth to hers.
Rose was grinning, clashing with his tongue between their hot breaths until he somehow managed to pull himself away.
“Fuck, baby. You are…” He held himself over her, smiling and shaking his head. “Fucking incredible.”
Kissing her forehead, he promised to return immediately. He soaked a cloth in warm water before cleaning her, then tossed it somewhere in the direction of the bathing chamber in favor of wrapping her up in his arms.
Rosalind shimmied against him, sighing into the pillow. “You and Lazerath really shouldn’t be socompetitive.”
He held his breath.
“I don’t know if I’ll survive you both always trying to one up each other, but… what a way to go, right?”
The laugh that spilled from his chest was unfiltered and…terrified.
She was… perfect. Too perfect for him. Confident and raw, fiery and soft. A much better fit if he wasn’t a chain ready to drag everyone down around him.
“What a way to go,” he repeated, thankful she couldn’t see his face as he sank away.
14
ILLEGAL BAKING MOB
Rosalind
Rosalind’s checklist seemed to have gotten longer overnight, which was the last thing she needed this close to the fundraiser. The mounting pressure for everything to be perfect had all but negated the effects of Davarox’s massage the other night.
At least the air outside was enough to clear her head, even if her fingers continued to tremble and her overworking heart lingered in her throat. Symptoms of a panic attack that hadn’t fully settled, even after Mozke all but shoved her out of the building to stop her from hiding in another storage closet until it passed.Ifit passed.
Gods, she needed to shut her brain off. Lazerath could help. He probably wouldn’t mind if she knocked on his door today, desperate for a distraction. He’d sweep her inside,make her tea, probably shove some cookies at her to try, then aggressively cuddle her on the couch.
Then she’d sit there worrying that she wasn’t doing anything, unable to enjoy Laz’s company when it wasn’t even his fault, and her checklist sure wasn’t going to complete itself. Plus, it was his day off. Certainly there were better things he could be doing with his time.
With Lovable Loaf being closed and not a place she could hide out, Rose checked in on the other girls, even from a distance. No sense worrying them by making it obvious how often she’d been receiving reports on everyone’s well-being.
All were getting along in their own ways. Aofe even had a new fluffy creature to keep her company, though it appeared Kizros was keeping just as close an eye on her as the giant silver fox.
That made Rosalind feel better, at least marginally, for being such a horrible friend. In all her rush to find them places to live and be safe, she’d never really… connected with any of them. Just shoved them off to other demon sponsors to figure it out themselves. Worst of all, she was still actively avoiding Ember, knowing the guilt of failing the woman in Ankerick was probably better to deal with when she wasn’t so close to a heart attack.
There would be a day—maybe not nineteen days after they’d found themselves in a demon city, but some day in the future—when everything would settle. When their lives would ease into routine in their new home, there would be time to bond over something that wasn’t the horriblecircumstances that brought six women into the forest of demons they’d once feared.
But one good thing had come from her early work in finding sponsors, and as she stared at the building for sale in front of her, she really could see it. Demonlights bright and twinkling, shelves full, energy matching that of the district around it. Art that was alive—literally.
Rosalind didn’t know how Kizros had learned about her proposal, but his letter had been encouraging. Asking her about the currently unoccupied space and whether it would be a good focal point for her presentation and plans for revitalizing the district. Offering his help and backing if it would make a difference.
She wasn’t sure if she should be flattered or terrified that he’d made it clear he would only work with her on the idea. Probably both, but the latter was winning out today. Still, there was a hope in the empty space. One that the green demon could no doubt fill with his charming smiles and kind heart.
