Making Demons Purr (Flushed and Fevered Book 2) (7 page)

Sera swallowed.

“Thorn, why don’t you ask Sera something? Since I know all about your scrawny ass.”

Thorn snorted. “You’re just jealous of my fashion sense. Don’t mind him, Sera darling. Do you fantasize about us?”

This was one question she didn’t have to debate. “Yes, yes I do.”

Desire filled every curve and line of Thorn’s face. Just witnessing it made Sera wonder how long she could go before she broke.

Chapter Five

Carver wasn’t sure how much more he could take. Any second now his body would explode or implode or incinerate; he wasn’t sure which. His pants were so tight it was beyond uncomfortable. No matter how many times he adjusted his dick, nothing worked. His balls throbbed for release, and he was pretty sure any second now he’d come in his pants. A glance at Thorn showed him the same thing. Tension lines bracketed his eyes and lips.

Can’t take much more,
Thorn mouthed to him.

All Carver could do was nod back at him. He hadn’t thought a woman taking off her shoes could be sexy, but that slow tease with the skirt had just about blown his top. Thorn looked like he was at the end of his tether.

At least the fire would be out, Carver mused.

The great thing about their relationship was that they kept each other in check. But adding Sera into the equation would push them to their limits. Normal control wouldn’t work anymore. Carver knew what needed to be done, but he wasn’t sure if Sera would be OK with it.

Carver cleared his throat, drawing their attention. “We need a safe word. More than just stop. I know I’m close to my limit of control and I’m sure Thorn is too. You drive us crazy, love, and being here with you is testing us. We need something that will stop everything, otherwise you’ll have to tie us down.”

They’d used this type of thing in the past, but it hadn’t been this serious before. Now, with her, they needed it as a precaution. Carver refused to endanger them just for the sake of fulfilling a fantasy. He couldn’t deny bringing bondage into play was appealing. He was man enough to say he wouldn’t mind if she was in charge. Neither he nor Thorn had ever allowed a woman that honor. Would Sera want to do it? He studied her and found no answers. His mind began to fill with handcuffs and blindfolds, maybe even a whip or two.

His cock jerked at the thought of being at her mercy. He imagined soft leather wrapped around his wrists, his ankles, and his cock, controlling his ability to come. He imagined Sera covering his body in kisses, sucking his nipples, brushing the soft end of a flogger over his swollen shaft…

He swallowed as his dick swelled, and again he found himself close to coming. Damn it. Seconds ticked by like slow drops of water from a leaking faucet. He could feel the demon fraying the magic seals that kept him in place. He could smell the light aroma of brimstone and ashes on the air. A fever crawled through his body. He hadn’t changed, but the change could come at any moment.

Carver turned to Sera. “It’s your call, love.”

Emotions flowed over her beautiful face. He waited, unsure of whether or not she would go along with this update to the game. She pressed her plush, crimson lips together and folded her hands in her lap. Her gaze rested on his face.

“OK. Do I pick the word?” Her voice was soft and husky, like a hush of velvet against his overheated flesh. It stoked his desire for her even more. He wanted to hear that tone during sex, crying out in passion until she was hoarse and couldn’t speak anymore.

She gave him a smile, and it felt like the moon had just risen over the sea. For a moment he was in complete awe of that small gesture bestowed on him. He hadn’t seen a true, genuine smile from her in a long time, and he was grateful that he could give her that.

She toyed with the hem of her dress as a mischievous glint entered her eyes. “I choose catnip.”

Carver took a moment to process that response before he threw his head back and laughed. “Cheeky. OK, catnip it is. Unless Thorn has any objections?”

Thorn shook his head. “Nope. Next round.”

This time Carver shuffled and dealt the cards. Once everything was handed out he flipped over his pick and stifled a grin: a two of spades. He glanced at Thorn, who held up a three of hearts. Carver turned his attention to Sera who had a huge smile on her face, and she held up her card: a queen of clubs.

Carver shook his head and chuckled. “Any suggestions?”

Sera settled against the back of her chair. Her eyelids slipped down until only a narrow crack showed off the dark amber and green of her eyes. “Make it good. Put on a show.”

Relief came over him. If he concentrated on taking off his clothes then maybe the seal would not crack, and the demon wouldn’t take over. Carver stood up and nodded to Thorn. “She wants a show.”

He took hold of the hem of his shirt and lifted it up a bit, just to give her a peek. Cool air rippled across the exposed portion of his stomach. He ran a finger over the bottom portion of his six-pack. Fire lapped through his veins as he imagined her soft, delicate fingertip moving over his flesh. She would torment him by scratching her nails along his belly, marking him with thin red lines. He acted that part out as a groan tore up his throat and out of his mouth. His stomach muscles clenched in anticipation. The need to do more grew inside of him.

With reluctance, he dropped the leather top and turned his attention to Thorn, giving him the spotlight for the moment and some time to catch his breath.

Thorn flicked open the tine of his belt and pulled the flat leather strap through the loops, dragging out each movement before he slipped it out of the buckle. Then he cupped his erection and worked his hand over it.

Carver refocused on Sera. Desire burned in her eyes. Her hands clenched the armrests of her chair. She leaned forward, hunger filling every dip, curve, and hollow of her features. The feline part of her glittered in the amber depths of her eyes. Her nose twitched and a soft purr rumbled from her. Her gaze flitted between them, full of expectation and need.

Carver refused to disappoint her. He pulled his top up again to expose more of his torso and traced a circle around his navel before tracing the line that bisected his stomach. Heat flared, making him wonder if he’d burn alive before he even had the chance to kiss Sera again.

Thorn moaned. “Do you see this, Sera? See what you put me through? How much I want you?”

Carver dropped his top to the floor and tweaked the black barb that pierced his nipple. He resisted the urge to point out that he was just as hard as Thorn. He slouched down into his chair. In his mind, he returned to those lonely nights when all he had were his fantasies and his hand for comfort. His eyelids slid down until he saw the room through a veil of dark lashes.

“Watch me for a moment, Sera. See what I do when I’m alone and all I have are memories of you to keep me warm.” Carver circled first one nipple and then the other. Then he tugged on the circle of blackened iron that shot through his right nipple. Dual shots of electricity jolted straight to his groin. He groaned as his shaft jumped and his pants became tighter. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could take the tease without releasing his erection to relieve some of the ache.

He pulled on the thick peaks of his nipples, setting off a line of fire. His breath came out in pants, and his body felt as though he were lit up from the inside out. He felt feverish and on edge. His breathing was labored as he tried to take air into his lungs past the tightness of the collar around his neck. The seal on his back burned and throbbed in time with the beat of his heart.

To regain some sense of control, he closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath until his lungs burned, until he felt as though they would burst. The perfume of her arousal swirled within him, combined with his own and Thorn’s. The tautness of the choker faded away, and he could only focus on their mingling scents. The brand between his shoulders still hummed with energy but it was calm.

He opened his eyes and went back to the tease. In the distance he heard the rasp of a zipper.

“Ahhh.” The noise came from Thorn, a pained gust of air.

Sera whimpered and shifted in her seat. The rustle of her skirt added to the tension that hung heavy between the three of them. Carver flicked his tongue over his lips and preened when Sera’s gaze focused on his mouth.

“Not yet, beautiful.” Carver grinned, fighting to ignore the desire clawing around his body.

“You haven’t won yet,” put in Thorn. “And I look forward to you losing the next round. I want to see your gorgeous pussy. Are you wet for us, love? Ready to be fucked by both of us?” His voice was a low rasp. There was power in that tone. Even Carver felt it and shuddered at the sound.

Carver knew that tone. It was one that indicated Thorn was at the end of his rope. But there were rules they had to adhere to. Carver picked up the deck and reshuffled it, allowing his focus to move to something other than just how slick Sera was under that skirt. She hadn’t answered Thorn, much to Carver’s disappointment. He wondered why that was. Couldn’t she speak? Give them a hint? Maybe she was too wrapped up in her own desire to find the words.

This was going to be long night, and he was very sure someone would break—possibly him. He only hoped he didn’t disgrace himself, allow the seal to break, go full-on demon and cost both of them their only possible chance with Sera.

He dealt out the cards, put the deck down, and checked what he’d pulled. He tried to suppress a grin: a king of hearts. Carver only prayed that Thorn wasn’t the one who lost this round. He may share women with his friend, but he didn’t relish the idea of watching him strip.

Chapter Six

Sera’s skirt and stockings felt too damn tight. They were smothering her skin. Her black panther was riding her hard to be let out. If she could do a partial shift maybe it would alleviate the desire swirling through her body. Her fingertips throbbed, demanding that she grow claws and shred the rest of her clothing. Her hormones were driving her crazy. She was covered in a light sheen of sweat and had to resist the urge to pat it all away with her corset. There was no ladylike way to do that, and she didn’t want to think about how she’d look with her stomach jiggling with every move.

Regret pushed away some of her arousal. Despite how hot she felt, the coolness of the room reminded her that she’d taken off her corset to reveal her not-so-fit body. It had been ages since she’d been to the gym, and although her metabolism was high it couldn’t surmount her poor diet as of late. Her once-taut belly was now soft and rounded, and her thighs seemed to have expanded while she wasn’t looking. She didn’t even want to think about how her ass would look once exposed.

Under the cover of dark, where she hadn’t needed to see herself naked, she’d been able to focus and masturbate and use her other toys. Now, under the dull glow of the room, with two gorgeous men looking at her like she was their every fantasy, she felt conscious of all her flaws. She nibbled on her bottom lip and toyed with her card.

“Stop it. You’re gorgeous, intelligent, sexy, funny. Pure perfection. Don’t doubt yourself.” Carver’s admonishment came out as a growl. His dark eyes flashed and a dark red blush spread over his skin.

She swallowed as a ping of fear tripped down her spine. The flush spread until both of his pecs were crimson. It looked like watered-down ruby ink staining his flesh. She wasn’t sure if this was a good sign or not. She turned her attention to Thorn and saw his hands were bone white. Was this a good sign?

“Hey, look at me.” Thorn reached out and grabbed her hand. The warmth and strength of his grip anchored her down in reality and calmed her nerves some. “You are beautiful. Now your card.” Thorn pulled back but his touch lingered on her skin, making it tingle.

She gave both men a small smile and flipped over her pick: a two of diamonds. Thorn and Carver flipped over their own cards and a laugh rumbled through Sera’s belly. She’d lost. Relief swept through her. At least now, one of her pieces of clothing would stop irritating her. She knew just the one she wanted to remove. She stood up and undid the side zipper of her skirt. With a shimmy, she let the fabric whisper down her legs. The feel of satin running against her stockings sent a zip of energy up her spine and increased her desire. Once her skirt was a pool of black ruffles at her feet, she stepped out of it and toed it to the side.

She swallowed and stood before the two men with only her mask, heels, and stockings on. With her chin lifted, she turned around, giving them a good view of what they claimed they wanted.

After one full circle, she settled down in the chair. The look of undisguised lust on their faces was enough, more than she’d ever dreamed. Carver was gripping the cushions beneath him, and Thorn had fisted his hands in his lap, but their faces were taut with pure desire.

Sera ducked her head, trying to hide a smile. She settled down back in her seat and crossed her legs nice and slow, giving them a glimpse of the Promised Land before shielding it from their eyes. A sense of power thrummed through her as she reveled in their passion.

Feeling daring, she moved her top leg and let her foot settle on the ground before parting her thighs. “See, I
am
wet for the both of you.”

She lifted her hand and dragged her fingertips down the center of her chest, through the valley of her breasts, over her stomach to trace the thin strip of hair on her mound. Then she slid her fingers over her thickened, damp labial folds.

She watched them. Their lips were parted and their breaths came out in soft puffs. Carver’s and Thorn’s eyes glittered: Carver’s the red-orange castoffs of a fire, Thorn’s the glitter of frost under bright light. Sera purred in satisfaction.

Going with her instincts she parted the dewy petals and exposed her clit. Switching her finger’s position she placed her middle finger over the distended bundle of nerves and gave it a quick brush.

Both Carver and Thorn inhaled. She rested her head against the back of her chair and began a slow rhythm, beginning with soft touches and then adding in swift circles.