The Lure of the Devil (The Demons' Muse #4) - Auryn Hadley Page 0,153

sliding over the fabric of my too-short skirt. "You can't die, so Michael can't kill you. I don't need to protect you, even if I still want to. I don't need to, Sia. You aren't a liability. You aren't my weakness. None of ours. You're..."

"The Devil," I finished for him.

He shook his head, proving that wasn't at all where he was going. "No. You get to be a bad, bad girl if you want, but that's not it." His eyes dropped to my lips and he leaned just a bit closer. "I was going to say you're no longer off-limits."

I sucked in a breath, but his mouth was there, trying to take it back. In the middle of the night, on a sidewalk somewhere on the bad side of town, Lucifer kissed me, and it was like nothing else mattered.

His tongue didn't go down my throat. Instead, it teased me, exploring my mouth as if he was claiming it, and I let him. In fact, I pulled at his neck, holding him against me so he couldn't stop again. Any second now, he'd change his mind. He'd pull back and say he couldn't. That was what he always did, but this time, when Luke pulled, it was both of our bodies into the corridor.

Then, without breaking our kiss, he pushed. I felt the wind of our movement but I didn't bother opening my eyes. Instead, I bit at the swell of his lower lip, sucking it between my teeth before pressing my mouth against his again, only to feel the veil wash over us as we returned to Earth - and from the sounds around us, inside. Sucking in a breath, I threw my head back just as Luke forced my body against the wall. His mouth dropped to my throat, his hands moved against my body, and he most certainly was not stopping.

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As his hand palmed my breast, Luke leaned into me. I could feel his hardness as he thrust his hips against my belly, but his mouth didn't stop. Teeth grazed the side of my throat, and the kisses that followed were hard, sucking at my skin. Damn, this man knew how to take control, and I loved it.

Needing him just a little closer, I hooked my leg around the back of his knee and pulled. Immediately, he dropped a hand to grab my thigh, lifting it higher. I felt my skirt ride up as he spread me open, and a soft moan fell from my throat when his thumb swept across my achingly hard nipple. When he thrust his hips against me, I moved in time, grinding our bodies together. Pleasure flared from the pressure, making me want even more.

Then I heard the click of a bottle being set on wood. My eyes flew open to find Nick watching intently. Yes, we were in the house, but Luke had slipped into the hall directly across from the living room. My back was against the wall, and his body held me in place. Over his shoulder, I could see through the archway that led into the room where the rest of the guys were sitting in stunned silence.

But Nick's lips were curling higher, and the look in his eyes could only be described as hungry. I felt my body tense, every instinct saying I should feel ashamed, but Luke released my leg to grab my wrist instead, pinning it up beside my head. He kissed the edge of my jaw, and then shifted to look right into my eyes, forcing my attention back to him.

"The Devil isn't supposed to be good, and you are not shy," he breathed. "So tell me to stop, or tell me to keep going, but stop sitting on the fucking fence, Sia."

"Luke..." I breathed.

His lips curled even as he leaned toward my ear. "Let them watch," he whispered before sucking the lobe into his mouth.

And his hand against my back pulled, arching my body into his. I didn't fight it, because the truth was that the look on Nick's face was driving me higher. I knew how many times I'd joked about wanting to see him and Luke together, so why would it be any different the other way around? Why did I have to be scared of my guys seeing me love someone?

For weeks now, we'd all been hooking up without any jealousy or resentment. Sure, it had always been in pairs or trios, but that had been because of me. All