The Lure of the Devil (The Demons' Muse #4) - Auryn Hadley Page 0,52

made my way down his leg, aligning the bits as well as I could, and then I went back up, trying to make it better. However, his body fought me. Whatever had warped him when he was formed was stronger than me, but I could make him better. At least as well as his skin on Vesdar.

Then something clicked into place, and Ron gasped, his knees buckled, and he collapsed against me. I jerked my awareness back to reality, feeling his internal gate slam behind me as I withdrew, but I caught him before he hit the ground, wrapping both my arms and wings around his waist. Both of us thumped onto our rumps, and I immediately reached for his face.

"Ron?"

He caught my hand, but leaned his cheek into it. "It worked," he breathed. "I'm ok, but it worked, and I didn't expect it all to go away at the same time."

"Huh?"

He shifted so he could push his leg out - the bad one - and move it. "I don't feel the pinch. The tendons aren't fighting me."

"Did I make it straight?" I asked.

So he turned and pushed the other leg out to match the first. He didn't have to say anything. I could see for myself that his right leg was still slightly twisted, but they were the same length, and he said it didn't hurt. Then I realized that I'd accidentally done a little more. Reaching behind his back, I slid my hand along the base of his wing, feeling the muscles that hadn't been there before, but which he'd worked so hard to build on Vesdar.

"I bet you can fly," I said.

He just rolled into me. "Don't even care," he breathed as he eased me onto my back, giving me time to get my tail and wings out of the way. "Because this?" And he shifted onto his knees, "used to be excruciating."

My eyes followed his body all the way down to where his right knee was pressed against the rock, holding him up. Then I moved my attention to the part that was hanging down between us. He wasn't exactly limp, but his dick wasn't completely hard either, and yet he was leaning right over me. Naturally, I thought of only one thing, and moved my leg to caress the outside of his thigh.

Ron leaned a little closer, moving his hands so he was even with my face. "And to think, I'm lying here naked, completely alone with you, and you can't do anything about it."

"Uh..." I reached up to catch the back of his neck. "That's not exactly true."

He paused. "I thought..."

"It's done. No more restriction," I said. "I mean, I'm not saying anything has to - "

He silenced me with a kiss, and I felt his tail wrap around my leg, pulling it back against him. My other was between his knees, but it didn't matter. The clothes I was wearing were a bigger problem right now, and I wanted them off. I just didn't want to assume that he was ready to do this.

"Ron?" I asked, pulling back so I could see his face. "If you don't get dressed, I might get the wrong idea."

"What if it's the right one?" he asked. "Sia, I've never done this with a woman, so I'm not going to be any good, but..." His eyes dropped to my chest. "I need you to say it's ok before I make a bigger fool of myself."

So I reached for the top button of my own shirt. As it fell open, the air rushed from Ron's lips, but he waited like the perfect gentleman. Between us, his dick was now completely hard, and I wanted to reach down and stroke it. The problem was that we'd never talked about this. I had no idea what he'd be ok with.

I decided to just lay it all out there. "I want to be with you, Ron. I want to make love to you, but I don't want to do the wrong thing either. Tell me what you want?"

"I want to face you," he said. "Just like this, and I want you to tell me how to make you feel good." Then his hand slid up my waist, moving toward my ribs. "I like it when you touch me. It's so different from any man I've known. I want you, Sia. All of you, and any way I can do this."

"Then open my pants," I told him as I worked to get out