The Lure of the Devil (The Demons' Muse #4) - Auryn Hadley Page 0,62

it was pointless. This man knew exactly what he was doing to me.

As my climax hit, I clawed at his back, not sure if I was trying to get away or get closer, but I clearly wanted something. He didn't care. He didn't even flinch, he just kept thrusting and thrusting, and thrusting again until, with a roar, he found his release. And I felt it. He stretched me even more - if that was possible - and then his breath rushed out in a very satisfied sigh.

The last wave of pleasure had barely left my body before I collapsed onto him. My head fell against his shoulder, and I hugged his neck, sneaking in a gentle kiss against the side of his throat. Bel just wrapped his arms around me and lifted just enough so he could extract himself from my body, then he eased me to the ground - but he didn't let go.

"Are you okay, kartem?" He panted.

I couldn't quite manage to answer him, so I nodded. I was breathing too hard to get any words out.

From the bed, Sam chuckled. "And now you understand about the wall thing."

I looked over to find him wiping at the base of his dick with one of the washcloths that normally stayed in the drawer. I was pretty sure I hadn't heard him pull out a clean one - which made me groan. I had a feeling he'd picked one up from the pile in the corner because it was closer. Or maybe because he thought it wouldn't disturb us. Either way, if that wasn't the definition of boys will be boys, then I didn't know what was.

So, I eased myself away from Bel and headed for the night table only a few feet away. "Sam, use a clean one, at least." I tossed one at him.

He caught it with a mischievous grin. "Why? That one had my cum on it already."

Bel stepped in behind me, reaching around to take a cloth for himself. "Someone needs to do laundry soon," he said.

"I don't even know how to do that on this world," I told him.

"He means me," Sam said, crooking a finger to encourage me onto the bed.

That was all I needed. Crawling onto the mattress, I made my way to him on my hands and knees. "You know, right now, I feel like a very bad girl, and I kinda like it. How was the show?"

"Oh, the show was amazing," Sam assured me.

Then he surged forward to grab me around the waist and pull me up against him so that my back was against his chest. I squealed at the sudden movement, but didn't resist. Yet, when Sam got me situated, I was facing Bel, and the big guy was grinning at us like we were the most adorable thing he'd ever seen. He didn't even look like he was offended, but rather like he adored me.

"If being bad makes you smile this much, then you should be more bad," he told me.

Sam pressed his lips beside my ear. "I kinda agree, because you seem a lot happier lately."

"More confident, too," Bel added. "We don't like it when you worry."

I turned my head so I could see Sam. "I didn't mean to be a problem -"

He cut me off. "No. You are not a problem. Don't even go there. You are allowed to be good, bad, worried, or happy. It's just that this looks good on you. Like you're not waiting for us to tell you that you screwed something up, or that we’re going to leave, because Sia, we’re not going anywhere."

"I know you aren’t," I told him. "I think that's the thing I finally figured out. And this…" I gestured between him and Bel, making it clear that I meant the sex I’d just had. "It feels naughty, but in the best way. Like the girls I'd always wished I could be when I was younger. I…" Twisting a little more so I was almost facing him completely, I continued, "I guess I always thought that the bad girls were the strong ones, and I wanted to be like that."

Bel eased himself onto the bed behind me. "You, Muse, are the strongest woman in five worlds. You can think you are bad, but I think that you are good." The way he said that made it clear he was not talking about behaving well.

I giggled and rolled towards him, curling up along his side. "So, you're basically