Claudia would never be able to voice why, but even with that dangerous tone and the chill making her skin feel far too tight, it makes her shudder with desire. Still, Lucifer didn't usually order her to do things for him in the bedroom, he made her want to do them to him, want him to do those things to her.

She might have turned to look at him, at them, but Gabriel's order had her bent over the table, legs spread and presenting her ass to them, come drying on her thighs as it dribbled free from both openings.