Jonathan was adorable to watch. Seriously, Lire never needed to leave the house to stay charged at full power. Being a lilin demon, he fed on desire. Lust thrummed through their home. Jonathan was the center of it more often than not. While at the kitchen counter, in full Nephilim mode, Jonathan shook his ass to the music blasting from earbuds. His wings framed his ass perfectly, making for an adorable picture. He liked watching Jonathan. For demons, power was hypnotic—like a snake with a charmer controlling it. There were times when Lire was called to act as Goddess Celeste’s personal guard. Before Jonathan, Lire hadn’t encountered anyone more powerful than the goddess most called their god. But Jonathan was the typical Nephilim, even though they weren’t common. Celeste was his grandmother. As Nephilims do, he’d surpassed his kin’s power. It was a lucky thing for the world that Jonathan was good to his core. Otherwise, he could snuff out the planet with the snap of his fingers. Lire wasn’t sure if Jonathan realized that yet. If he had, the knowledge hadn’t corrupted him. Either way, Lire reveled in his presence, soaking up his power. It didn’t hurt that Jonathan was easy on the eyes. Not that it mattered. No one touched his heart beyond his blood mates, Dougal and Faolan. They slept. Lire never did. That was why he sat, watching Jonathan shake his ass in the kitchen. Someone like Lire should never be left alone with his thoughts. His choosing to be good didn’t change the fact that he was a demon. A seed of evil would always fester inside him.

Jonathan turned, catching sight of Lire. Instead of blushing, as most people caught dancing in their underwear would, Jonathan winked. He carried his coffee to the table and pressed a kiss to Lire’s cheek before claiming a seat. That was another reason Jonathan was one of Lire’s favorite people. He never saw a demon when he looked at Lire. It was like being reborn as something new.

“Good morning, cutie. Or evening. Whatever the fuck time it is,” Jonathan said with a laugh. Jonathan was the only person in the house who could touch him without consequences. Too bad the man already had his blood mates before they’d met. Otherwise, Lire might have tried to change fate for him. He’d never thought to have a mate at all. Much less one he could freely touch.

“Hey, sexy. You’re in a good mood.”

“Of course I am,” Jonathan said, draping his earbuds over his shoulders. His wings engulfed him as he sat. “I have all you gorgeous creatures under one roof. No one has tried killing me in a while. Everyone is smiling. I’m not looking a gift horse in the mouth.”

Lire hated to point out the obvious. “Isn’t inviting Baptiste over today doing just that? He wasn’t thrilled to learn of my existence.”

It was true. Baptiste and his pack hadn’t loved the idea of Jonathan keeping a demon as part of his clan. The fact that Lire was one of Celeste’s personal guards had gone a long way at soothing things, but old prejudices ran deep. The New Orleans faction had stayed away since learning Lire lived there.

Jonathan’s smile dimmed a hair. “I’ve been thinking.”

“You mean overthinking,” Lire said, interrupting.

“Yes, but that’s what makes me good at investigation.” That was true. Being an amazing investigative reporter was how the man came to be part of the Scottish clan of vampires. His curiosity had him digging and prying until he’d uncovered an entire world he hadn’t known existed. Now he was their king.

“What brilliant thing have you churned out of that amazing brain now?” Lire knew he was laying it on thick. Jonathan was worth it. He wanted the carefree smile back.

Jonathan winked, proving he saw through Lire’s game. “Don’t you think it’s odd that we searched for several months in countless areas for demons using the ports, yet Baptiste found one within five minutes after I asked?”

The clan was coming off months of searching for a pack of demons responsible for the disappearance of several young women. The vampires hadn’t had much luck finding the pack on their own. That is, until Jonathan’s blood mate Cin had been kidnapped. Somehow, Baptiste had magically found a demon to question within minutes of Cin’s disappearance. Lire had thought it strange. As a pure demon—the seventh son of Asmodeus—Lire could easily find which ports the demons used to hunt for goods and people. He could smell his kind. Baptiste, on the other hand, shouldn’t have had such an easy time of it. The leader of the New Orleans vampires was no more than a vampire himself, his powers limited as such.

“Are you thinking he had prior knowledge of the demons’ dealings and chose to look the other way?”

Jonathan chewed on his bottom lip and stared at some point over Lire’s shoulder, as if thinking things over. Finally, his gold gaze found Lire’s once more. “I hate to suspect our new allies of anything untoward, but I won’t risk our safety by turning a blind eye. Everything I love is under this roof.”

Lire nodded. He understood. Everything he loved was under this roof as well. A smile that felt evil even to him stretched his lips. “How brazen would you like me to be in the inspection of his mind?”

Jonathan’s expression turned wicked. “Good cop, bad cop?”

“I like the way your brain works.” As the claim left his lips, the stirring of one of his mates scratched at his mind. Lire glanced over his shoulder, seeing only the images moving through his thoughts. Faol was awake. Lire’s body stirred to life, itching to merge with another piece of his soul. Without thought, his body turned to smoke.

“Later,” Jonathan said, his voice heavy with laughter and cutting through his focus.

Lire couldn’t find any guilt in his heart for rushing away. The call of his blood mate was too strong. Lire concentrated on Faolan’s location. His ginger warrior was in the shower. Lire closed his eyes and focused on joining with Faolan’s body, becoming one. Faolan didn’t fight him. Sometimes, he wondered if Faolan even noticed any longer unless he made himself known. Hot water streamed down Faolan’s body. Lire felt the sensation as if it happened to him. Steam filled the bathroom. Lire used Faolan’s hand to caress his skin. Along with Faolan, Lire’s lust grew. Goddess Celeste had blessed him with two incredibly sexy mates. Lire loved touching Faolan. Unfortunately, being a full-blooded lilin demon meant he couldn’t touch Faolan with his hands. Merging with Faolan was all he’d ever have of his mate.

What are you doing?

Faolan didn’t sound irritated, merely curious.

I think we should play. Lire separated from Faolan’s body but didn’t solidify. Their thoughts were still one. Keep your eyes closed. I promise you’ll feel me.

Ever the dutiful blood mate, Faolan closed his eyes. His cheeks were already flushed. His large cock stood ready for anything. Lire kissed him. It was a simple brush of lips on lips. Being bodiless limited what Lire could do. He might not be capable of kissing Faolan the way he wanted, but he could make the man burn. Faolan’s gasp proved he’d felt the light contact. Lire focused on their mental connection, touching Faolan’s with his incorporeal fingertips while sending the image to Faolan’s mind. Faolan’s lips parted. His flush deepened. Lire stroked the man’s stomach before slipping lower. Pre-cum rolled down Faolan’s length. An ache grew in Lire’s chest. He wanted to taste Faolan. It would never happen. Lire could possess Faolan because they’d never touched any way other than mentally. Lire wasn’t just any sex demon, but the son of Asmodeus, the seventh prince of Hell—Lust. Lire was lust in its purest form. Direct contact with his skin could drive a man mad even if he was immortal like Faolan. Their blood mate, Dougal, had already touched Lire too many times. Lire couldn’t possess him without making him insane. So, touching Faolan, even while using Dougal’s body, was off limits. Their arrangement wasn’t perfect, but it was all Lire had. All that he lived for. But as he watched Faolan’s dick leak, Lire felt his isolation harder than usual. He loved men he could never touch with his hands or taste with his tongue. It was hell. He was a demon. Lire supposed he was exactly where he was meant to be.

He encircled Faolan’s cock with his fingers and sent the image to Faolan. Faolan slapped his hand against the shower wall, holding himself up as he rocked against Lire’s touch. Lire drew a deep breath through his nose. He fed from the lust coating the air. Like Faolan needed to drink blood to survive, Lire needed sex. The shower was filled with Faolan’s desire. Lire became the glutton. He toyed with Faolan’s balls. Played with his asshole. He milked the giant vampire’s dick and massaged his prostate. Lire stared at his hands. He knew they weren’t really there, but he never let that thought touch Faolan’s mind. His love would only know pleasure.

“That’s it, sexy. Fuck my fist. You make my dick so hard. I’d love to bend you over right now.”

A pained-sounding moan bounced off the walls as Faolan drew closer to the edge. Lire could feel what he felt. Their minds were connected. Faolan’s pleasure was his. Lire stroked faster. The sound of Faolan’s dick pumping inside his fist only added to Lire’s madness. He needed the man’s release. Faolan tensed. For a moment, they were completely connected in every way as Faolan balanced on the edge of lust’s blade. With a gasp, Faolan orgasmed. His hot cum passed through Lire’s molecules, hitting the shower floor. Lire closed his eyes and fought for air as the distance between them disappeared.

His energy melded with Faolan’s as he pictured himself holding Faolan. “I would give anything.” He didn’t need to finish his thoughts. Faolan’s were the same. They would never touch in reality.

“I know,” Faolan whispered, sounding every bit as broken.

Lire melted into Faolan, reclaiming his spot inside the man’s body and becoming one. This was the most they’d ever have. In truth, it was closer than anyone else ever got, but they knew what they were missing.

I love you, demon.

Lire smothered his slight discontent. I love you too, my fool. Why is our blond beauty still sleeping?

A chuckle rang through Faolan’s mind, making Lire quiver and forget his earlier unhappiness. We wore him out.

We should give him a treat for being such a put-upon mate.

Faolan killed the water in the shower and headed for the bedroom without bothering to dry his skin. I agree.

Dougal was on his stomach with the sheet only covering his ass, and his head buried beneath a pillow. The rest of his gorgeous body was bare for the eye fucking. Faolan kissed the back of the man’s thigh at the edge of the sheet. After shoving the material aside, he dragged his fangs up the man’s ass. A moan sounded from beneath the pillow. Dougal rolled over. Gorgeous blue eyes peeked open. His long blond hair was a tangled mess around his face. Lire’s pride mixed with Faolan’s. Somehow, Goddess Celeste had chosen them to be this amazing man’s mate. For eternity. Some people needed a sunset to remind them of how small they were in the universe. All Lire needed to do was look at his life. No other demon was as blessed.

“You don’t believe in letting a man rest.” The laughter in Dougal’s voice let Lire know he didn’t mean it.

Faolan licked his hip bone. “You can sleep all you want… later.” He swirled his tongue around Dougal’s navel. Damn, the man was beautiful. Lire no longer knew which of them wanted Dougal more, Faolan or him. Their emotions swirled together. “I love you.” Faolan’s voice came out sounding demonic, since they’d both spoken at the same time.

“The feeling is so mutual,” Dougal said, burying his hand in Faolan’s hair.

Salty pre-cum coated his tongue. Lire settled in, letting Faolan do his thing and enjoying the ride along. Every sensation was his. As Dougal’s hips lifted, openly fucking Faolan’s mouth, the pride was his. He was a glutton among so much desire. He knew the moment would soon pass, and he’d have to let his men be, but for now, he soaked in their combined adoration. Lire refused to let his earlier discontent touch him here.