Unappealing. Luc was funny sometimes. “It’s not.”
Luc purred down the line. “Get some lube and make it feel good. Don’t try to be quiet.”
Dex shoved off his boxer briefs and grabbed the bottle of lube from under his bed. “I’m hard and I haven’t even touched myself yet.”
“Mm. So desperate.”
He really was. Dex dribbled lube on his cock and fisted it, sighing in relief. He had to be careful or he’d fuck this up. He stroked slowly, teasing his cockhead. When he was sure he wouldn’t blow, he quickened his pace, his breathing growing heavy.
“I can hear each slick stroke,” Luc purred in his ear.
It couldn’t be that loud through the phone. “Is that demon hearing?”
“It is, dirty boy. If I were there, I’d smell your arousal building, hear your little heart fluttering. All for me.”
Dex moaned and dropped his hand.
“So close already?” Luc teased.
“I told you I like your voice.”
“You did indeed. Can you give me a little more? I was starting to enjoy myself.”
Dex bit his lip and gripped his cock. The first stroke had his head falling back, and he moaned. “I’m too close.”
“Then wipe yourself clean and put your underwear back on. The ones I bought for you.”
“Okay.”
Dex did as he was told, bringing the phone with him to the bathroom. The damp cloth was unpleasant against his cock, but not enough that his erection deflated. He washed his hands and hurried back across the hall.
“I’m all clean,” he announced as he put the black boxer briefs on.
“Good boy. Are you still hard?”
“Yeah.” Dex covered his hot face with his arm.
“Don’t do anything naughty. I’m going to get myself off in the shower. You have a good night. Sleep well.”
Dex whined. “I will. Thank you. Good night, Luc.”
When the phone disconnected, Luc’s presence stayed with him.
23
LUCIFER
Luc flew to the nature reserve on the cliffs overlooking Shearwater Landing. The web of illusion Dante, Ash, and Onyx had created around the sanctuary couldn’t repel him any more than it had when he’d first come around. Not even after he’d given back their magic.
But that didn’t mean Luc could get inside.
He hovered above the clifftop, invisible to mortal onlookers, but not to the shearwaters. He revealed himself to the birds on purpose, and a group quickly surrounded him, squawking at deafening levels.
“Dante, I’d like to talk to you and Ash,” he said to a bird.
It screeched in his face and flew off.
A few minutes later, Dante and Ash emerged from the treetops, sunlight glittering off their wings.
