The Lure of the Devil (The Demons' Muse #4) - Auryn Hadley Page 0,117

look back, and even told myself that it wouldn't do me any good, but as I reached for the doorknob, I couldn't help myself. It seemed that the moment I was out of the way, Bel had pushed Ron down on his back and claimed his mouth again. Ron was doing his best to get Bel's tight maroon tee off his body.

So I slipped into the hall as quietly as I could and hurried to the next door. It was Luke's white room, and I tapped lightly before stepping in without waiting for an answer. After all, Luke had been in the gold room the last time I saw him. But I was wrong. With his pants hanging open, his shirt missing, and the sound of water coming from the attached bathroom, it appeared that my angel was just about to have a shower.

"Sia?" he asked.

"Yeah, sorry, I thought you were still in the gold room. Um, where do you keep the lube?"

His brow creased. "By the bed. Why?"

My eyes darted to the wall closest to Ron's room. "Uh..."

And he ducked his head to chuckle. "Bel?"

"Yeah. Is this going to be weird?" I asked, not quite able to read Luke's reaction.

He just pointed at the drawer he meant. "Should be a full bottle in there. Did we put towels in the silver room?"

"I think so," I said. "I didn't really check."

So Luke strode into the bathroom, returning just as I found the lube. When I looked up, he tossed a towel at me. It was black, unlike everything else in his room, which was perfectly, angelically white.

"It's not weird," he assured me. "Now take that to them before someone decides that spitting on his dick is good enough. Hopefully, not Bel, because... oww."

"Yeah," I said, backing toward the door. "Hey? Thanks."

Luke just smiled at me. "I actually like this, Sia. It feels... right."

"Yeah it does," I agreed, and then stepped back into the hall.

And that was the honest truth. I'd fought so hard against what they'd offered me, and I was a fucking idiot. Seriously, Bel and Ron? Holy hotness! They were like perfect opposites, and even as soft, gentle, and sweet as Ron was, nothing about him was feminine. Bel, on the other hand, was just as gentle, just as kind, but it felt different. Almost as if he was holding back, and I couldn't even imagine what would happen if he stopped.

So when I stepped into Ron's room to find both of them without their shirts, the blankets over the bed completely mussed, and Bel between Ron's legs, grinding their pants together, I couldn't stop my moan of appreciation. The towel got tossed beside our coffees, the lube went on the sliver of empty space at the edge of the bed, and I was pulling my shirt off even as I closed the distance to get to the bed.

"I think I need to be somewhere in there," I said as I kicked off my shoes and then wrenched open the front of my pants.

Bel pulled back to look at me. "Yes, you do."

Fuck, but that was sexy enough to make my panties wet. And when both of them turned their attention on me, separating to reach for my body, it only got worse. Bel reached for my pants, easing both them and my panties over my hips. Ron moved in for my bra, his hands wrapping around my back to work the clasp free as he lifted his face to mine.

I kissed him without hesitation, aware that he wasn't having much luck with getting my bra undone. So I reached back, releasing the clasp with one hand while he eased it from my shoulders and away from my body. But now that I was naked, they should be as well. Evidently, Bel agreed, because when I pulled my lips from Ron's, I found the big guy working off Ron's pants. That meant Bel's were mine.

Somehow, we made it work. There was a little bit of pausing and moving so we could all get naked, and then Bel pushed me down onto the bed. Ron immediately moved in to claim my mouth again, and Bel began kissing his side, following the line of Ron's body until he reached mine.

"You're so beautiful," Ron breathed against my lips.

Bel murmured his agreement. "You both are." Then he began to kiss his way back up my body, aiming for my chest. "How do you want us, Muse?"

My breath caught, because I didn't know.