When her skin met his, he thrusted, and Rosalind was there to swallow him completely. A moan sounded, and it could have been any of them as Dav’s cock hit the back of her throat. Tears filled her eyes as he drove in again, her tongue working furiously against his length.
“You’re going to be a sobbing mess when we’re done with you, baby,” he praised, pulling out completely so she could catch her breath. A difficult feat with Lazerath still working his fingers in her cunt and grinding his hardness against her ass. “You losing your touch down there?”
“Fuck you,” Laz growled, dark eyes fixed where Dav’s cock slid back into Rosalind’s mouth, pressing against her cheek when Dav stuttered at the attention Laz was giving him. “I’m dying here, too.”
“Then earn it, pretty boy. Show me how badly you want it.”
Davarox expected Laz to put a third finger to use, to slide the tapered end of his thick tail alongside his hand, to start muttering praise against Rose’s shoulder.
He didn’t expect the demon’s hand to abandon her breast. To grip under her chin and yank her away from Davarox so he could inhale her lips and tongue for himself.
Didn’t expect him to pull away and put his mouth directly on Davarox’s cock.
“Fuck.” Dav latched his hand onto Laz’s horn but not before the demon swallowed him entirely to the back of his throat. “Fuck, fuck.”
Somehow, even with every fucking part of him rebelling, Dav pushed Lazerath off when the demon choked. He stared down, confusion and shock turning his brain… silent.
It was fuckingsilent.
Lazerath swallowed, a flash of fear, uncertainty, maybe even humiliation in his gaze, and it was enough to snap Dav out of his stupor.
“Give me your hand.” Laz twitched but started to move. “The other,” Dav corrected.
Rosalind whimpered when Laz’s fingers retreated from her, but her gaze was fixed on Lazerath’s rising arm.
Davarox managed to control his own tremor, fingers wrapping around Laz’s wrist.
“Like this,” he instructed, then wrapped his lips around Laz’s soaked fingers.
It was pure torture to not be able to read anything beyond the heat in Lazerath’s stare. He watched, shivered, felt everything Dav did with his tongue. And when he’d licked those fingers clean, Dav dragged them out and saw the red demon swallow.
Glance back at Davarox’s bobbing cock.
This was the end.
The pregnant pause and liminal space just before reality set in again.
He released Laz.
This was where his friend dismissed it as a lapse in judgement,a heat-of-the-moment mistake that was now lost to the ether.
Dav could feel his walls rising, the callouses shaved raw and tender against the weight of what he’d just lost. This was where he’d never recover, and he’d die an agonizing death knowing that trusting hope for just a few seconds was his downfall.
This was where his heart bled dry.
22
A QUICK STUDY
Rosalind
Rosalind watched Davarox release Laz’s hand, his guard flickering behind dark eyes as the silence stretched. Behind his waiting gaze—that illusion of being in control—a storm was raging. She tasted the petrichor on her tongue, and maybe someone else, someone who wasn’t her, would cave to that storm. Batten the hatches and retreat to safety.
But Rose had tasted more than just the storm as Lazerath gripped her chin. Pulled her lips to his and explored her mouth for more than what she had to offer.
There was a spark in the air, one that could just as easily burn out. Lightning trapped underneath skin, a curious pattern desperate to be set free and illuminate something new.
And she wasn’t talking about Davarox.
