The Lure of the Devil (The Demons' Muse #4) - Auryn Hadley Page 0,44

fingers wrapped around thick coils, which had to be Ron's tail, and my demon sucked in a breath against my lips. Then he smiled, and his tail moved, the flattened tip rolling across the back of my hand, pushing my fingers down against Luke's shaft. I could feel Luke's dick slide through my grip, and Ron's tail constricting, making me squeeze him gently.

"Oh, fuck," Luke groaned. "Yes. Ron, please. I can feel her hand."

"Fuck it," Ron told him, driving Luke's body forward with each thrust. "You know you want to."

So I stroked him, moving my lips to Ron's throat to keep kissing. Damn, but these men were sexy. There was none of the shame I always had. Just a pure, honest need to feel good, and I was helping them get there. While I worked Luke's dick, I sucked at Ron's neck, and that was all I could do. I also didn't care. I could feel their bodies beside mine. My breasts ached with the need for more, but I ignored it. I wanted to grind against them, to moan at the beauty of what they were doing, but I wasn't brave enough. This was as much as I could handle.

Then Luke began to falter, his rhythm inconsistent even as Ron kept pounding into his ass. I looked back at his face to find his head pressed into the pillow, his mouth open, and then I felt him lose control. In my hand, Luke's dick throbbed. Against my arm, his body shuddered in ecstasy, and Ron groaned as he felt Luke tense.

Ron only managed two more thrusts, then he collapsed against Luke's back, his tail releasing my hand as it went limp. And the guys were both panting, both very spent. I leaned in to kiss Ron's shoulder one last time and then eased myself away. Once again, Luke grabbed my arm and pulled, but this time, he tugged me onto my side, my face right next to his.

"I shouldn't have done that," he breathed, still catching his breath. "And I certainly shouldn't do this."

Then he leaned in and kissed me. The hand on my arm tightened, holding me there, and yet I wasn't trying to leave. I stretched closer, my mouth parting to give him access, even as I inched toward him because this was what I needed: them. These were my demons. All five of them, and it was hard to think of Luke as anything else.

He teased me, flirted with me, and I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him, but there was always an invisible line between us. I tried to respect it, he tried to keep it, and yet we both kept failing. While I plundered his mouth, I decided that we'd come too far already for this kiss to matter, so I'd make it as good as I could.

But we kissed like long-lost lovers. Our tongues tangled like they knew each other well. Just like with Ron, I had no hesitation, and I loved the way he made me feel. But I'd made him a promise, so I caressed his lips with mine one last time, and then eased back.

"You're supposed to kiss him," I said, meaning Ron.

Luke just smiled, not even bothering to open his eyes. "I needed you to pass that to him because I can't even move."

I knew that was bullshit, but it was a good excuse, so I turned to kiss Ron. "This is from Luke," I whispered before pressing my lips to his.

Ron's hand cupped the side of my face, and he pulled me in, kissing me like he never had before. Gone was the shy and sweet. This was the man who'd just fucked Luke so confidently. The one who'd let me watch as he stroked himself. As our mouths danced in a slow, drawn-out kiss, I couldn't help but wonder if I would ever see this side of him again.

But when he pulled his lips away, he didn't let me go. "I love him," he told me, "but I love you too, Sia. I have for a while."

I wrapped my arms around his neck. "I love you too, Ron," I said.

"And I still have a dick in my ass," Luke said from beneath us. "At least let him off me, woman. Then you two can kiss, and I'll find a fucking towel."

I laughed and flopped back onto my side of the bed, leaving room for Ron between Luke and me. "Fucking towels are in