“She has nothing to worry about, Eros,” Lucifer said, wrapping his arms around my waist and sitting up. The scent of apples drifted into my nose, making my head feel hazy again. And though I didn’t fully trust his words, I found comfort in them because I couldn’t take Lucifer’s soul and because his cold thumbs were rubbing small, rhythmic circles around my hips.
His eyes were like pools of ice, layer after layer of blue. He tilted his head to the side, his full lips curling into a smirk and strands of his platinum hair falling into his face. Lust pumped through my body, and I broke our gaze and glanced at Eros.
I could smell his arousal from watching me straddle one of his greatest friends. And I relaxed further on Lucifer’s lap, feeling his hardness underneath me, and reached for Eros’s
