The Lure of the Devil (The Demons' Muse #4) - Auryn Hadley Page 0,34

but he kissed back even as he towed me toward that preparation table. Fuck if I didn't let him. He was an intoxicating mix of elegance and arrogance. Nothing about him was soft, yet I couldn't stop myself from wanting another touch. I'd always believed that I only liked women, but it was deeper than that.

I liked those who were willing to challenge me. Those who pushed back as hard as I pushed them, and Luke had always been at the top of that list. From enemy to lover, he was not going to let me win. But that didn't mean he wouldn't give me everything I wanted.

I spun him around. "Grab the lube," I told him.

He reached, bending to do so, and moved the bottle beside his right hand. But he didn't stand back up. With his left hand, he pushed at his pants, so I helped, baring his ass. That perfectly round, muscular butt he liked to show off, and it looked even better with nothing over it. I had to slide a hand across the fullness, but my other was pushing my own pants lower.

They slid to my knees, and I grabbed the bottle. "Hand," I told him. Luke held up his palm, and I poured a dollop into it and then filled my own hand. "I think you know where that goes."

"Fuck, I wish you had a tail," he grumbled.

I was coating my dick when he said that, and had to pause to suck in a breath. Yeah, my tail would be useful right about now, but I'd learned how to work around that. Moving my slick hand to his ass, I followed the line of his seam until I found that pucker, and then I teased it. Leaning closer, my other hand reached around to grab him.

"I promise I don't need it," I whispered as I stroked down his length.

His knees almost gave out, and the sound he made was perfect. Half breath, half groan, it made my dick throb in anticipation. There was no way I'd be able to take my time with him. I'd waited too long. I'd spent too many nights wondering how this would go. Trying to savor the moment would just end up with me finishing before him, and that was not going to happen. But when I pushed my middle finger into his ass, stopping at the first knuckle, I realized I wasn't the only one.

"I'm ready," he all but snarled. "Just fuck me, Nick."

So there, in the kitchen, where anyone could walk in on us, I angled myself and slowly pushed in. I felt the heat first, then the ring that relaxed easier than I'd expected, and I was in. Balls deep, I was buried inside Lucifer. For just a moment, I had to pause to take that in. And to let myself calm down just a bit.

But Luke was not a passive lover. He pushed his hips forward, thrusting into my hand as he slid off my dick. I almost came undone, so I caught his hip and pumped into him again. Hard. Like everything else he did, he had to show off, and I wasn't about to let him make a fool out of me. I wanted to hear him gasp my name - I didn't even care which one. I just wanted to make sure that he could never forget this.

I didn't have to squat to get the right angle. I didn't need to be careful because I couldn't hurt him. He couldn't hurt me. Not with our bodies. This part was safe. It felt good, and there was no risk. It was what came next that could destroy me. Luke might not know it, but right now, my heart was hanging from my chest, waiting for him to stomp on it again.

But I just thrust, working his ass while my hand stroked him in time. Both of his hands clutched at the edge of the table, his knuckles just a little too pale for him to be faking it, and his head was turned down. He wouldn't look at me, and wasn't trying to kiss me, so I kissed him. My lips found his spine, then his shoulder, making my way up until I got to his neck.

"You feel amazing," I panted.

"Shut up," he told me, trying to make sure he stayed in control.

But that was not how we were doing this. Letting go of his hip, I grabbed a handful of his hair