The Lure of the Devil (The Demons' Muse #4) - Auryn Hadley Page 0,41

see was love. Every touch, kiss, and shift of their bodies was meant for the other. Each moment of contact was almost desperate, as if they knew that there would never be enough.

Angel and demon, they were so different, and yet so perfect together. Luke's brilliance. Ron's muted iridescence. Purple against gold. Leather beside feathers. I couldn't contain the sigh of appreciation that fell out. In all of the fantasies I'd had in my life, none of them compared to the perfection of this moment.

But Luke heard me. His wings flared open to shield his mate, and his eerie green eyes snapped over to me. Ron tensed. I froze, but Luke swept his thumb across the line of Ron's cheek again.

"I, uh..." I scooted away, intending to leave the bed.

Ron reached out to grab my wrist, halting me. "I want this, Luke," he whispered. "Let her watch us? She doesn't make me nervous."

While he thought about it, Luke watched me. His eyes made a slow trip down my body, taking in the sheets laying across me, then all the way back up to pause on my chest. A smile touched his lips as he pulled his wings back in, clearly having made his decision.

"I've always liked to show off," he said before kissing Ron again.

This time, it was more passionate. There was no subtle seduction, but rather a need, almost as if Ron's request was a turn-on for Luke. I felt my pulse speed up even as it dropped into the pit of my belly. Everything about this was naughty, but in the best way. I'd been taught that sex was supposed to be a private thing, that watching was perverse, and yet I couldn't look away. I also didn't want to.

Their kisses grew more frantic, and Luke rolled, dropping down onto his side between Ron and me. Lying on his wing shifted the angle, pushing the long feathers at the end across my legs, and the other relaxed to match. From here, I could see the way Ron's fingers were buried in Luke's golden locks. I watched Luke's cotton-covered ass flex as he ground himself against his lover.

I wanted to touch, but I shouldn't. I knew I wasn't supposed to, and yet when his wing stretched even further, I was unable to resist the temptation. It was just the tips of my fingers, and I lightly traced the leading edge of the largest line of white feathers, thrilled with how sleek and strong they felt.

Luke moaned at the contact. As if that was some signal, Ron grabbed the waistband of Luke's underwear and pulled, clearly taking charge. I hadn't expected that, but damn, was it hot. Slowly, more golden skin was revealed, and my eyes hung on what little I could see. My hands continued to stroke his wing absentmindedly.

Then Luke lifted his hips, and Ron shoved, pushing the last of Luke's clothes beneath the sheets that were now tangled around their calves. Immediately, Luke was reaching for Ron, undressing him. In all the times we'd been together, I'd never seen Ron naked. Not completely. So, when Luke grabbed the front of Ron's underwear and pulled out and down, my breath hung as I waited for the reveal.

He didn't make it an inch before the swollen head sprang free, devoid of any scars. Ron's erect shaft was roped with veins and straining to be free. Still easing the underwear down, Luke's other hand nudged Ron gently, encouraging the demon to sit up and shift onto his knees. Ron complied, but his left hand found his dick, pumping it until the tip wept for attention.

And Luke leaned in to lick it. "That's my demon," he breathed. "What do you think, Sia?"

"Beautiful," I said, my words coming out breathy.

"That means she wants to touch too," Luke told his lover. "Let her lick it."

Ron nodded, so Luke shifted his wings, making it easy for me to lean across him even as Ron crawled closer until only Luke's body separated us. I glanced at Ron's face, finding his star-filled eyes hanging on me, but there was no hint of refusal. Nothing but anticipation could be found in his gaze, so I reached out for his dick.

It bobbed with excitement just before my hand closed around his length, then I leaned in to kiss the tip. Luke's palm found my lower back, helping to hold me in this precarious angle, and that was all I needed. My lips gently caressed the tip, and then