The Lure of the Devil (The Demons' Muse #4) - Auryn Hadley Page 0,48

six of us worked together. We weren't exactly perfect, but somehow, we all found ways to make sure this fucked-up group dynamic just... worked.

And they didn't make me feel bad for jumping from one man to another. If anything, it was like they were as excited about it as I was. That still didn't make sense to me, but I was just going with it. It was as if I'd woken up my own inner bad girl, and now she was learning how to take control. Just look at the things I'd done with Luke and Ron!

Ok, those things weren't that bad, but it was Luke and Ron! Luke had completely friend-zoned me, and yet I'd all but jacked him off while Ron fucked him. Nuances of that aside, of course. And then Ron's first blow job from a woman? And he'd liked it!

As I reached the front door again, I decided that I kinda liked this new and improved version of me. I honestly felt stronger, more confident, and a lot more in control. I knew where I stood, and it really didn't matter if anyone outside of my legion liked it. Most of all, this meant that when I had Ron strip down so I could work on his body, there was no reason at all that I shouldn't touch. Well, so long as he was ok with it.

"Ok," I said the moment I was outside. "Nick said he didn't want my..." And I trailed off because I didn't see Ron where I'd left him. "Ron?"

"Over here," he called from the other side of the house. "I was just getting the dirt off."

"Here" was by the rain barrel that was tucked around the side of the house, where I never went. There were some pretty angry plants over there, and in my opinion, the sink was easier to use. Ron shifted to the corner so I could see him, but he was still scrubbing his hands together, so I headed that way.

"Anyway," I continued, "Nick didn't want my aether because he and I talked about this yesterday, and he said that it would be less strain to just try to heal you than it would be to refill him, reap, heal, then reap again and come back." I was pretty sure my order wasn't the same as Nick's, but it didn't really matter. "So, you want to do this?"

"I have conditions," he told me. "First, you will let me know if there's any pain or burning when you use aether. Second, when I say we're done, then that's it. This is my body, after all, and being bent around isn't exactly comfortable."

"Ok," I agreed. "And?"

"That's it," he assured me. "But, um..." His eyes dropped to the ground. "I might need some help getting there."

Because this body couldn't feel aether. That was only in his skins! "Ok," I said again, offering my hand. "And maybe we'll see if I can fix that too, right?"

"I certainly hope so," he agreed as he placed his damp hand in mine. "Lead on, my Muse."

Together, we stepped backward, into the corridor. I immediately moved closer so I could wrap an arm around his waist, just under his wings, and then pushed. From Tyrnigg to Daemin was a longer trip, yet the colors shifted to the warmer shades quickly. We stopped in the corridor outside Hell. Mostly because after hearing about Luke slamming into it, I wanted to make sure no one had changed anything.

"Sia?" Ron asked. "We need to go!"

I glanced back to see an angel heading toward us much too quickly, so I did what anyone would. I pushed, aiming for the spot on Daemin I knew best - outside the city of Hell, that was. I could almost feel the breeze of the angel's hand as the veil washed over me. Never mind that the corridor didn't really work that way, or that it was all in my head. I was still a bit freaked out that I'd forgotten about all of the angels we'd trapped in there.

"Shit," I gasped, flaring my wings as the pair of us stumbled on the rocks before a massive zerky vine.

Ron saw it and immediately started to laugh. "I'm starting to think this is the First Legion's hookup spot. How often have you been here?"

I just flapped my hand toward one of the few plants on this plane. "I made the flutterbee here. It's where I went when Gramps was pissing me off. So, maybe