The Lure of the Devil (The Demons' Muse #4) - Auryn Hadley Page 0,155

breath to prove he liked that. Still, his mouth didn't come any closer.

Fuck this. I was standing here with my panties on the floor, my tits hanging out, and a gorgeous man holding me pinned against the wall with his body. I wasn't about to let Luke tease me to distraction again, only to walk away. All night long, he'd flirted, taunting me just enough that I wasn't sure I could take anymore, and I certainly didn't want to turn this need on someone else.

So I leaned in and shoved my mouth against his, kissing him the way I wanted to be kissed: hard. His lips immediately parted, yet the moment my tongue slipped into his mouth, everything changed. It was almost like I'd passed some test or proved some point. His dick slid against my palm again, his hand pulled my body against him, and then we turned.

Pulling his mouth from mine, Luke spun me around and pushed me toward the living room, but his hands were working my shirt higher. When it reached my ribs, I lifted my arms and felt him all but rip it over my head, the force of it proving that he was as tired of waiting as I was. Then, without letting me slow down, he reached for the back of my bra, unclipping it just to pull that away as well.

That left only my skirt - and four demons staring at me like I was about to be their next meal. Bel let out a groan that sounded almost pained, then pulled off his own shirt. Ron glanced at him, but only for a split second before looking back at the main show - me - just as Luke's hands reached around my body to cradle my breasts.

"Don't touch," Luke warned, "but you're more than allowed to watch - and do whatever to yourselves that you want to."

Then he let me go, only for the zipper on my skirt to loosen a second later. While Nick, Bel, Ron, and Sam watched, Luke slid the last piece of clothing from my body, leaving me bare before them like some kind of perfect piece of art. And my demons were completely entranced.

"Fuck," Sam groaned from beside us.

Ignoring him, Luke slid his hand over my hip and downward until his finger slipped between my folds. Without thinking about it, I shifted my legs, spreading them to give him access. I felt him glide across slick skin until he hit that knot of nerves. A little breath slipped into my lungs, loud in the silence of the room, and then he pressed against my clit again.

My hips rocked, begging for just a little more, and I couldn't stop it. Across from me, Nick popped open the button on his jeans, but his eyes never looked away. Ron didn't even bother. Using the heel of his hand, he simply stroked the length of his dick inside his pants. From the corner of my eye, I could see Bel kicking off his shoes, and my heart beat a little faster.

Me. They all wanted me. They wanted each other too, but I was the one they couldn't get enough of. I was the only woman in the history of all five worlds who'd managed to make the most powerful creatures in existence lose control. Me, and I was theirs just as much as they were mine. When they said we were legion, this was what they fucking meant.

There were no lines between us because there didn't need to be. Pleasure wasn't measured out in increments. Desire didn't need to be held at bay. And love? It was the thing that made us work so well. It didn't even matter what kind of love, just that we weren't scared of embracing it.

And I was embracing this.

Luke's lips kissed a line across my shoulder as his hand worked my body higher. My breasts felt full and heavy, and my nipples ached for someone to touch them, but they couldn't. No, this time I got to tease them the same way their beautiful bodies always teased me. I got to be the bad girl, and I'd never realized how much I wanted that.

Luke's mouth moved back. His kisses dropped in a line down my spine, and I felt his arm shift against my hip, and then he dropped. The sound of the cushions told me why just before he pulled, encouraging me to back into him. Daring to look back, I found