Another inch.
Rosalind gasped at the burn, at the fullness already threatening to tip her over when she knew she was nowhere close to having everything.
Dav’s hips pressed forward again, slipping in deeper, and now it was Lazerath who cursed.
“Fuck, beautiful. You look like a fucking dream.” He wiped the sweat from her brow, cradling her face. “Look here. I want it all.”
Her eyes fluttered, but she willed them to stay open asDav moved in short bursts, sliding in and out until she wasn’t sure she could take any more. But then they were both kissing her—Dav at her nape and Laz at her throat—and she was floating somewhere outside her body when their hips were flush with hers.
Dav swore at her back, fangs dragging across her shoulders as her walls clenched. It was too much, too little, never enough, even if she felt like there was no place to go.
“Please, move, something,gods.” Rose whimpered, tears pricking her eyes.
And then Dav was moving, slowly at first, then Lazerath joined in underneath her. Rose’s vision went white, the pleasure coiling so tight in her belly she couldn’t form words to even warn that she was cresting.
Shatter wasn’t an appropriate word for what she felt. There was breaking only to be mended, their edges blending so seamlessly with the others there was no differentiating. She was certain the cry she released would leave her throat raw, that everyone in Temptation would know who was in this room with her right now. Her walls were fluttering, endlessly on fire as the demons surrounding her cursed, praised, grunted until they, too, followed her into the endless pleasure.
Heat trembled between her legs, their arousals mixing and soaking everything between them, but she didn’t care. She would never move again, and not just because Dav all but collapsedatop her.
The tangle of limbs was her safety. Her home.
It was messy, but it felt like her soul could finally rest.
Rosalind’s eyes drifted shut as she let that thought burrow into her heart as well.
23
THE BEST FRIEND CONFESSION
Lazerath
The moon hadn’t yet risen as Lazerath stared at the ceiling of his bedchamber. He willed his body to stay still, to not vibrate himself right off the bed or disturb Rosalind who was still fast asleep in the crook of his arm.
The warmth that had rounded out the comfort of the bed had left some time ago, though Laz could smell the citrus and cinnamon wafting from the kitchen as Davarox worked silently.
Laz swallowed, wondering if at any point he’d slept since they’d all but stumbled back to his apartment. Rosalind had passed out easily, surprising no one, but between he and Dav, there didn’t seem to be a lot of sleep. Too many twitching fingers and restless legs and flicking tails.
It was all Laz’s fault.
His mind had been scrambled since the moment Davaroxadmitted the truth of his anger toward Lazerath’s twin. A fucking custard, something so small, had meant the fucking world to Davarox.
And maybe it had also meantnothing, but Laz had read into it too much. He’d started seeing things that weren’t there. Looks that felt longer than necessary, touches that seared his skin, words that seemed more guarded and practiced.
He must have been imagining it all, but he’d followed that ridiculous, fleeting idea of feeling something more for his best friend. Let it niggle in his chest too long without saying anything, which was so unlike him, and then he’d imagined an entire scenario where maybe hedidfind his best friend attractive. Maybe thought his friend harbored something for him, too.
It’s not like Laz hadn’t maybe,possibly, considered he wasn’t exclusively attracted to females. Sometimes he observed Dav and a male partner with a little more curiosity than was probably decent. Once or twice he’d caught himself watching Ozirax, but he’d usually dismissed it. He was pretty certaineveryonefound the purple demon attractive.
But this is what Laz got for choosing action over words, though both had a history of getting him in trouble. He’d heard Dav’s order to prove himself and saw a chance to… see if what he was feeling was real.
And it was.
It was to Laz.
It wasn’t just curiosity that had him desperate for a taste.He hadwantedit, ever since the first thought of some other demon touching Dav had crossed his mind. He didn’t give a fuck what happened in Temptation, only that he was unable to cope with the idea that it had beensomeone else’shands on Dav’s thighs,theirtail teasing him,theirmouth bringing him pleasure.
What kind of best friend was he to just… go right for inhaling Dav’s cock without fucking asking if it was okay?
He’d fucked things up, but there was a story he could spin, right?
