Making Demons Purr (Flushed and Fevered Book 2) (8 page)

“This is what I do when I’m alone and thinking of the both of you taking me, fucking me, owning me.” Her voice was unrecognizable to her ears; it was so soft and gruff, with the edge of a purr in there. She hadn’t known she was capable of making that noise.

Through narrowed eyes, she watched Thorn stroke his erection through his leather pants. Carver’s hands moved, undoing his belt buckle and popping the button on his fly, but he stopped short of yanking down the tab.

Sera gritted her teeth. A desire to make them both lose it gripped her. She lifted her hips and moved her hand to tease and stroke her dripping opening with a light touch. Taking first one pass and then other, she slipped the tip of a finger inside of her.

With a gasp, her vaginal muscles contracted, trying to pull the digit deeper. She withdrew and pushed it in again. Thorn’s hand worked faster, but he hadn’t made a move to take off his shoes, socks, or pants. Carver shifted in his seat, his gaze still focused on her. His gaze was like a weight on her chest. She didn’t want to disappoint either of them.

With her free hand, Sera cupped a breast and kneaded it, squeezing the plush globe before working her nipple between her fingers. She pressed her palm down on her clit and held it there as she sunk a second digit into her tight sheath.

“See how wet I am for you,” she whispered as she withdrew her digits and held them up for all to see. They were slick with her cream, glistening under the dim golden glow of the room.

Thorn was the first to move. He dropped to knees with a whimper and crawled over to her. If she didn’t know better she would have sworn he was a big cat. His muscles rippled under pale skin. He moved with slow grace, as if he had all the time in the world to get to her. He settled down in front of her on his knees.

She didn’t disappoint him for his effort. She smeared her honey over his lips before slipping her fingers back inside of herself, scissoring them to prepare for the coming invasion.

Thorn licked his lips with a leisurely flick and then he stood. He towered over her. She wasn’t sure what he was going to do but couldn’t stop her hands now. She whimpered as she squeezed and held her nipple. She fucked herself, rocking her palm against her clit. The hungry stares from both men egged her on.

“So close,” she moaned. She could feel herself at the edge, but she needed something extra to push herself over.

Thorn leaned over her. He bent his head down and took her lips in a slow kiss. The contact took her by surprise. His lips were so cold. Sera sucked in a breath and it was like inhaling ice, but she refused to break the bond between them. The sensation only pushed her closer to orgasm.

Thorn’s hand covered hers, even as she worked her nipple. He guided her grip, pinching her nipple harder. Pressure built in her breast as her orgasm hung just out of reach. The contrast of temperatures upped the ante, but still she couldn’t quite come. She lifted her palm over her clit only to have the tension wind tighter still. She let out a frustrated growl and moved her head, breaking the kiss, and turned to Carver.

Desperation filled her. “Please.”

Carver stood up, yanked down the tab on his zipper, bent over, and pulled off his socks and shoes.

“Fuck this. No more games,” he growled and moved to her. He dropped to his knees in a show of liquid elegance.

Stress and heat radiated off him in waves that amped up her own need and clashed with Thorn’s chilly touch. He took hold of her wrist and pulled her hand out of the way. Thorn took her lips once more. Carver shifted his position and settled between her legs. He lifted one of her limbs and placed it over one arm of the chair. He did the same to her other leg, opening her wide to his gaze. Then he buried his face between her thighs and feasted on her sensitized flesh.

Thorn moved his touch to her free breast, working it and showing it the same attention she had herself. She mimicked his moves as she rocked her hips against Carver’s mouth. When Carver let out a growl, the sound vibrated through her sex. And that was what set her off. She came hard, stars drifting before her eyes as her internal muscles clenched and relaxed around his tongue.

Carver’s didn’t stop. He continued to suck, nip, and tug on her clit until the pleasure became pain and flipped back to pleasure again. Thorn eased his hold on her nipple, setting off an aftershock of sensation. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take of this.

Thorn lifted his head. In his eyes she saw a swirl of stormy gray mixed with snow white. “Ours now, love,” he murmured.

Carver gave her clit one last nip before he scooted back. “And nowhere to run,” he rasped out.

She wouldn’t have been able to run even if her life had depended on it. There was no strength in her legs. And besides, why rush away when there were two very big reasons to stay?

Chapter Seven

Carver remained kneeling before Sera, her taste still on his lips and tongue. He was going to explode if he didn’t get inside of Sera soon. Tasting her honey, bringing her pleasure, and watching her come had pushed him to the edge. All it would take was a soft gust of wind and he’d come himself. A glance at Thorn showed him he wasn’t alone. His friend met his gaze and gave him a nod.

Carver didn’t need to be told what that gesture meant. He glanced up at Sera. She had a distant look in her eye and a small smile on her lips. “Should we let you nap or can you handle more, sweet cat?”

She lifted her head and met his stare. Then she nodded.

“That won’t do, beautiful. We need to hear you say it. Tell us you’re ready.” Thorn removed his clothes and straightened up.

Carver tugged down his zipper all the way and reached into his pants to lift out his hardened shaft. The easing of pressure gave him a brief respite from the constant weight of his pants and all the blood pumping through his erection. He gave himself a slow stroke before he turned his attention to Sera.

She watched him through hooded eyes. Her irises were a mix of green and amber and dark gold that glittered with eerie luminescence, like her feline counterpart’s eyes in the dark. He could drown in that gaze.

She reached out and caressed his cheek. “Yes. I can take anything you can dish out.”

A finger of electricity played up and down Carver’s spine and buzzed around his balls at the soft, husky tone of her voice. The seal on his back seared but didn’t break.

She moved her hand up and gripped a hank of his hair. “And you better make it good.”

He reached up and tugged her hand away. “Oh, I’m sure it will be. How do you feel about being bound?”

“If you agree, I’ll bind your wrists behind your back with this.” Thorn held up his belt.

Sera licked her lips. Her eyes glowed as if lit from inside. “Yes.”

Her voice was hushed, edged in roughness. It moved over Carver’s skin like claws raking down his back. He wanted her to mark his skin, show her ownership of him. Carver shuddered as his cock jerked. The thought of her talons digging into flesh was almost too much to bear.

He brushed away the urge to kiss her again and took control of himself. “Stand up.”

The two of them moved her so that she was standing behind her seat and then bent her over. They switched positions, with Thorn at her back and Carver in front of her. Sera rocked forward onto the tips of her toes and kissed her way along the edge of Carver’s pants, but she didn’t stop at his thickened shaft, nor did she try to explore his flushed cockhead. She teased him until his focus broke apart and all he could feel was her.

They weren’t at a party or in someone else’s sun-room. All there was was her soft tresses sliding against his palm and the feel of her tongue and lips and teeth marking his flesh with small love bites. Focusing on her allowed him to ignore the demon, even though it was there, prowling the back of his mind. Between his shoulders, his seal was ablaze.

Carver groaned and let his head drop backward. “Sera,” he groaned. “Please. Taste me. Suck me.”

Carver could hear the glide of leather against flesh, the jangle of the belt, and then the rasp of fabric rubbing against itself. Pleasure slipped over his flesh, manifesting as goose bumps. The pressure in his groin amplified.

He sucked in a breath when he felt the first touch of the tip of her tongue against the base of his dick. She traced the vein that ran along the underside of his penis to the V of his crown, rimmed the underside of the flared head, and ran her tongue back down again. She flicked the sensitive area, pulling a moan from him.

He tightened his grip on her hair and gave her a tug to let her know she was doing it right. Sera repeated her path, this time tracing the underside of his crown, sending a shower of sensation through his groin.

His balls tightened, pulling closer to his body. Tingles started at his toes and slid up his legs. “So fucking close, Sera, please, stop.” He didn’t want to come like this. His brand smoldered and sizzled but didn’t break. Carver, the man, was close to falling apart.

Rather than obey him, Sera took his cockhead into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the flared crest, tonguing the slit.

“Sera,” he hissed.

A crack of leather rent the air. The sound caught his attention and Carver refocused on Thorn.

“Sera release him.” Thorn cracked the belt once more.

Sera let go of him with a wet slurp and pouted up at him. “I wanted you to come down my throat.”

Carver’s cock twitched. He almost didn’t notice Thorn move around her to stand next to him. Carver let go of her hair and with his free hand reached down and pinched the crown of his cock. The sharp pinch staved off his orgasm. He wasn’t so sure he wouldn’t blow his wad if she pulled a repeat.

“Such a bad girl, Sera. You need to be punished.” Thorn handed the folded belt to Carver. “I believe Carver should punish you.” Thorn passed him a square packet.

Carver had almost forgotten protection. There was very little chance she’d get pregnant, but they hadn’t asked her permission to come inside of her without a condom. He ripped open the envelope and sheathed himself.

Thorn ran a hand through her hair. “Do you agree to let Carver spank you with the belt? He won’t go too hard on you.”

Sera nodded. Desire showed in her gaze; her pupils were blown wide so that only a thin band of gold was visible. “Yes, please. I’ve been naughty. Please, spank me.”

Carver didn’t have to be told twice. He moved behind her and slipped a hand around her hip. He ran his fingers over her stomach to glide across her mound and delve between her slick folds. She was so wet she was dripping. The dampness coated her inner thighs. He grinned and slipped first one finger inside of her, then a second, and then a third. She opened for him with very little resistance. He pressed his palm against her clit as she had done earlier and worked the distended nub. She groaned and rocked back against his hand.

“That’s it, beautiful. Yes, you like that?” With his free hand, Carver caressed her other hip and massaged the side of her buttocks. Her skin felt hot enough to singe.

He continued to pet her. A slow rumble, like a purr, rippled through her. He watched her body, waiting until he sensed that she was on edge. Once he sensed her pussy contracting, he pulled out and straightened up. He dragged the edge of the belt along her spine, using the flat side to let her feel the soft glide of leather. He studied the midnight black of the leather against her sweat-dampened mocha skin. An image of her wearing the manacles attached to his bed flashed in his mind. She would have struggled so sweetly while he’d eaten her out earlier.

“So, beautiful. You are exquisite,” he whispered. “I’m going to ask again, do you want this?” He ran the belt over her back once more.

She moaned. “Please, yes. I want to be spanked with the belt.” That was all he needed to hear. “As you wish.”

He took a step back and gave her two quick smacks, pausing to soothe the pain with gentle caresses. He repeated the action on her other cheek and stopped to watch red spots appear on her skin.

Carver lifted his gaze from her ass to Thorn. She had taken Thorn’s cock into her mouth; his friend’s head had dropped back. One hand was fisted in her hair, controlling her actions as she sucked him.

Carver returned his attention to his own task. He stopped only to check to see how wet she’d become. Her cream dripped over his fingers. The scent of her need was pungent on the air. He inhaled deeply and let the perfume become his oxygen.

He gave her a few more swats, this time with his palm, and stroked the pain away. She whimpered around Thorn’s penis but didn’t let go of him.

Carver repositioned himself at her entrance and pushed in with a shallow thrust. He withdrew and then drove deeper. Her pussy clamped down on his cock, as if to hold him there and not let go.

He was in heaven. Pure unadulterated bliss slipped over his body, and he lost himself to the basic mating rhythm. He gripped her hips and fucked her slow and steady, matching his friend’s pace as Thorn drove into her mouth.

Sera gazed up the line of Thorn’s body and watched the pleasure play over his face. His features were so open that she could read every emotion he had. His face was a
mélange
of lust, passion, and pure need. It was all there for her to see.

His skin had turned a marble white and his fingers had blackened. Instead of being horrified by these changes, Sera watched in fascination. His torso, arms, and neck had turned the color of snow. Only his face was the same golden color it had been before. More frosty white glints showed in his eyes, dancing among the stormy gray.

Pleasure rocked her body with each thrust. Just being able to give Thorn some joy added to the bliss that rolled through her. Tension sung along her legs and arms and all through her body. She was helpless between them and loving every minute. There was no thought. She just allowed them to use her, and in return she received pure delight. With each thrust they murmured words of praise and told her the filthy things they would do to her later.

Carver’s pace sped up. She could only imagine what it would look like when he shifted. Her senses expanded and moved around the room. She felt rather than heard the scuffle of feet on the wood floor. She turned her attention to the source of the sound and spotted Ariel as she slipped into the room, jaw open in an O, eyes as wide as saucers.