The image and the promise make her moan all the louder for them. She needed to please them, wanted to. It was part of the reason she gently, oh so gently, grazed Gabriel with her teeth, adding that to the sensations of plunging into her mouth and down her throat until she almost couldn't breathe around him.

If they hadn't been trapping her movements, she would be doing more to move with them, take more, but the synchronized fucking gave her no room to drive back onto Lucifer or change angles or technique for Gabriel. Claudia thought she'd be frustrated once more if it didn't feel so good. Mentally, she cried out for them to come for her, with her, begging silently.