disturbed to walk in on a moment where Zach and I were kissing or standing close to one another.
“Making soup. There’s enough for all four of us,” Zach told him.
Kais nodded. “Deyva’s working with some of the women still.”
“Alone?” I asked, frowning. Bethel was, in general, still pretty frosty where it concerned our lovely succubus, but some of the women had been especially discouraging.
“Nah, Az is with her.”
“Not sure that’s reassuring,” Zach muttered. His head tilted and he gave Kais a longer examination. “You look good. Younger, almost.”
Kais grunted, but his cheeks turned a little rosy and he rushed for the stairs.
“I bet it's Deyva,” I whispered to Zach.
“I thought they only...you know, the once?” Zach said, smirking.
Oh God, he couldn’t even say it, and for some reason that only made me want to strip him down until he was chanting ‘fuck me’ over and over.
“Yeah, but she’s been making sure he sleeps through the night,” I said. “The dark circles under his eyes are fading and he quit slamming all the doors.”
“Oh! It has been quiet lately,” Zach said, nodding and grinning.
“You’re gonna be okay with it though, right? If she and Kais do keep, you know-ing?” I teased.
“Yeah! Yeah, I think so,” Zach said, shrugging and heading for the stove again.
I watched his back as he moved and wondered if I was imagining the tight set of his shoulders. “You think, huh?”
“I mean...it’s not like you and I are just...you know, who she wants in the meantime, right? So…” Zach stirred his stew studiously, avoiding my gaze.
“Do you think you’re a lot like Kais?” I asked. “Or that I am?”
Zach snorted and rolled his eyes, finally looking up at me speculatively. “Hell no.”
“Exactly, so why would we be placeholders?”
Zach’s smile tightened for a moment, his gaze drifting away thoughtfully. “Okay, yeah, I see what you mean.”
I forgot sometimes that of all us, Zach was really the one who’d never been in a relationship before, had never had to deal with those emotional negotiations. And it wasn’t like what we had with Deyva was really a conventional model either.
“Deyva wasn’t a placeholder for you, either.”
“Of course not!” Zach rushed out and then blinked at me. “Ohhhkay. Yeah, I get it. It’s about her appreciating all of us as different people, and not about, like, how hungry she is, or that fact that she’s sharing us with each other.”
“Mmm, exactly,” I said, cozying up to Zach’s side, smiling as he slung his arm over my shoulder. “I’m sure Deyva minds sharing us just about as much as I mind watching the two of you together.”
Zach blushed, remembering the night I’d made them fuck each other for my viewing pleasure and I’d ended up making a mess of myself without either one of them touching me.
“Got it,” he said, his voice getting rough.
“Or when I have you to myself, in my mouth, begging. Or when Deyva let me eat her out until she nearly ripped my hair out—”
“Stav,” Zach ground out, turning to face me, clutching my hips and grinding against me so I could feel how hard he was getting. Man, I forgot how easy it was to get up in my twenties and I laughed and grinned, sliding my hand down between us to cup and rub him. Zach moaned, his forehead dropping to my shoulder. “I fucking get it now. But if you wanna remind me some more, we could turn the stove off and Kais can have his soup cold while you finally do that thing I’ve been begging for.”
It was my turn to groan. Zach said it all cute and casual and shy. That thing.
“You know I’m not—” I cleared my throat, “I’ve only done that like once before, Z.”
Zach was outright humping me in the middle of the kitchen, and I would not put it past him to get himself off in his pants, just rubbing against me while we talked about me fucking his ass for the first time.
“I trust you,” he breathed, turning his face and burrowing into my throat. “Your finger felt so good.”
I huffed and then grunted as Zach slid his leg between mine, using his thigh to tease my cock into interest. “I dunno if you’ve noticed, but my finger is significantly smaller than—”
“Stavros, please. Can’t we just try it?” Zach whined, lifting his head and grinning at me, all flushed and glassy eyed. “Think about what Deyva would say.”
I laughed and bucked against Zach, my arms circling him to