Making Demons Purr (Flushed and Fevered Book 2) (11 page)

Sera stopped and glanced from one man to the other. “Excuse me?”

Carver stopped teasing himself, went to his friend, and snatched the handcuffs. “Do you want to stop the fun? If so, say your safe word and we stop.”

Sera held out her hands. “OK.”

“Excellent.” From his other pocket, Thorn produced a blindfold. “Close your eyes.” He slipped behind her.

Carver put the cuffs around Sera’s wrists and snapped them closed while Thorn slipped the mask over her eyes. Carver knew he would miss gazing into those beautiful amber depths, but he also knew it would increase her pleasure.

“You prep her breasts and I’ll work on her pussy.” Thorn had already settled down onto his knees in front of her and was urging her legs apart.

Carver nodded, eager to give her some sensual payback. He started by taking her mouth while he massaged and worked her breasts with strong tugs. Then he rolled her nipples between his thumb and index fingers. She moaned into his mouth as wet sounds from below drifted up to his ear.

Thorn’s head brushed against Carver’s legs, his hair gliding over the overheated flesh, sending a shiver up his thigh. Carver adjusted his position so he wouldn’t accidently knee Thorn in the head. He created a path of openmouthed kisses along skin, punctuated by little bites. By morning she would be marked with their teeth.

She pleaded with them, without specifying what it was that she wanted. “Please, please, please.”

Carver circled her breasts with lips and nips and then laved the tight nub of her nipple with his tongue. Sera whimpered and rocked her chest against his mouth. He tugged the sensitive tip between his teeth with strong pulls and then soothed away the pain with licks.

“Thorn,” she gasped out.

Not to be outdone Carver pinched her free nipple, holding the thick bud for a few seconds, and then let it go. She shook against him as she sobbed out her release. Carver took that moment of distraction to grab the clip and attach it to her distended point.

She cried out but didn’t protest. Once he was sure her other breast was ready for the same treatment, he used the second clamp and stepped back. He studied her features. Her lips were parted and she didn’t look in distress at all.

Thorn scrambled out from between her legs and stood up, his lips glistened with her juices. “Just as sweet as I thought.” He wiped away the excess before taking her hands and guiding her over to the stairs. On the way, he slipped a hand into his pocket and brought out the key. He unlocked one of the cuffs and looped it through the spoke at the base of the stairs before reattaching it to her wrist. “How do you feel?”

“Horny,” she gritted out between clenched teeth.

Thorn gave her buttocks a swift smack, first on one side and then on the other.

“Good, so are we. You’ll give Carver a handjob while I take your gorgeous, dripping pussy.” Thorn took out a condom, undid his fly, and sheathed himself.

Sera didn’t protest. She reached out and took hold of Carver’s shaft. She began to work her hand up and down his length while he bent down and took her mouth in a hungry kiss. Every so often he tugged on the chain attached to the clamps.

Thorn had rolled on a condom and he sank into her pussy—slipping in and out of her with slow thrusts that rocked her hold on Carver’s cock.

Sera used the precum slipping out of the top of Carver’s cock to lubricate its length. She worked him over with strokes that matched Thorn’s pace. Carver kissed her mouth, letting his tongue duel with hers while he flicked her nipples in between pulls on the fetters. She moaned and whimpered against his lips.

The pungent scent of sex filled the air as Carver’s body raced to orgasm. The electric buzz had returned tenfold. His toes curled as the hum rolled around his testicles. He moved his head away from hers and groaned. “So close.”

“Come for me, Carver.” Her strokes increased, but her hands were limited in what they could do. He reached around her arms to tug and pull at his balls. She bent her head forward and planted a kiss on his chest. Then she found and took his nipple between her teeth and bit down. The jolt of pain was all it took to force him over the precipice. He groaned out her name as he came, spilling his seed over her hands.

Sera followed him, crying out Thorn’s name as she came. Thorn grunted and continued to pound her pussy until he gave a shout. Carver’s legs wobbled as he fought to remain standing. With the little remaining strength he had, he reached out and—with care—unclipped her nipples. He soothed away the pain with his mouth as she shook against Thorn.

Sera made soft inarticulate sounds as she came down from the orgasm. Carver massaged her breasts as Thorn rubbed her wrists. Both men praised her. Carver pressed kisses to her face while Thorn removed her blindfold, kissing her shoulders and along her neck. Once they were sure she was OK and in no pain, Thorn slipped out of her and left to dispose of the condom.

“How are you doing?” Carver moved behind her to place his hands on her shoulders. He started to knead the muscles. “Sore?”

She let out a sigh. “A bit but I’m recovering.”

“Good. Want to use your safe word?” He needed to make sure that she was still willing to continue.

“No. What do you want to do next? Will you be fucking my ass?”

The question came out of left field for him. He hadn’t wanted to take that on yet. This was new for her and he wanted to work her into that.

“Have you ever had your ass taken?” Acid churned in his gut at the thought of someone taking her anal virginity.

“Yes. It was OK, but I’m willing to do it with you guys.”

Thorn returned. He held a silver bullet. “Since you’re willing, why not use this for your pussy while Carver takes your ass, and you use your mouth on me? Do you want to keep the handcuffs or no?”

Carver waited to hear what she would say.

“Do you have something softer?” She tilted her head. Her amber gaze switched from Carver to Thorn.

“Yes, we do. So, does this mean yes?” Carver hoped so.

“Yes, let’s do this. Although next time”—she reached out and dragged a finger down the center of Carver’s chest, stopping at the thatch of pubic hair that surrounded his cock—“I want you to be tied down, since you seemed to like that idea.”

Arousal poured into Carver’s flaccid penis, bringing it back to life. He grinned. There were some benefits to being a demon. “Anything you want, sweetheart.”

Carver headed to the bathroom to perform the quickest cleanup he could manage, just enough to assuage his inner neat freak. Then he headed upstairs to find Thorn dressed again. “What’s up?”

Sera lay out on his bed, looking like a vision. She let out a soft yawn.

“Sera needs her rest, and the alarm’s gone off at the JD. You stay. I’ll go check it out. We’ll do the fantasy later?” Thorn started toward the door, and Carver sidled off to the side.

“Yeah, sure.” Carver followed Thorn down.

“Don’t worry. It’s probably just the alarm acting up due to all those idiots running around. Go back up there. Give her a massage.”

Carver chewed his bottom lip. Indecision filled him. His heart hammered as images filled his head. What could be going on at his place of business?

Thorn reached out and gave his shoulder a squeeze. “If they’re really fucking up the place I’ll use my ice magic.” A wicked smile twisted his lips.

Some of the tension eased from Carver’s body. “We won’t do anything without you.”

Thorn nodded. “Just give her some aftercare.”

Carver turned that suggestion over and agreed. “Good idea.”

He saw Thorn out and locked the door behind him, not setting the alarm. Each step he took got lighter as he grew closer to Sera. When he got upstairs he found her asleep right in the center of the bed. With a smile, he went to the closet and took out the massage oil and wet wipes. As quietly as he could, he moved around the room and climbed onto the bed. Then he turned her over onto her stomach. He took out a wipe and began to clean the sweat from her body. No movement was wasted. He took his time savoring the honor of taking care of her.

Her breathing never sped up. Her aura was a pastel palette that showed her ease and trust in him. His heart skipped a beat as pride and awe filled him. Once he was done with the wet wipes he turned to the massage oil. He flicked up the top and squeezed a few drops out.

She moaned as he smoothed the slippery substance onto her back. Nowhere did he find tension or knots. She was at ease with him. Tears stung his eyes. His kind were always distrusted or feared. Other paras kept their distance.

She rolled over just as he began to work on her calves. “Hey.” She let out a soft yawn.

“Hey, you have to turn over again. I’m not done.”

His reward was a sleepy smile. “OK. Goddess, I don’t know why I’m so sleepy. I really did want to do that scene we agreed on. Must be the Lunar Lust hormones.”

She yawned and fell asleep again. He didn’t feel the least bit disappointed that she kept slipping off to dreamland. He finished up the massage, wiped away the excess oil, and tucked her under the covers before putting the things away and joining her.

An hour later Thorn joined them too. “I’m tired. Stupid-ass kids. They were playing with some slug that seemed to be growing by the second, stinking up the place with bad magic to boot. To fuck with them, I made it snow.” Thorn pulled off his jacket followed by his shirt.

Carver started to laugh. “And?”

“The little shits weren’t impressed.” Thorn sounded outraged. His features scrunched up and his eyes glinted. “So I turned the ground to ice under their feet. They slipped, slid, and fell on their asses a few times and even tried to hex me. Can you believe that?” Thorn grunted, bent over, and yanked off his shoes and socks.

Carver stopped chuckling. Worry gnawed at him. The more Thorn spoke the madder he became. “What did you do?”

The bed shook and Sera mumbled but didn’t wake.

“Well, I didn’t turn them into ice statues, but I did take their stupid slug, freeze it, and smash it. One of them pissed his pants and ran away. It took longer for sense to get into the other two pissants’ heads but eventually they got the message.” He pushed down his pants and climbed into bed.

Carver grinned. “Good job. Did the security cameras catch it?”

Thorn beamed. “Of course. So if they even try to bring a lawsuit, I can show them exactly what was going on. Goddess, I love technology.”

Carver patted his friend on the head. “Could’ve been worse. It could’ve been those raccoons you can’t catch.”

“Don’t start.” The mattress shook and Thorn pulled the covers over his head.

“I still remember when they got the drop on you, and one of them was clinging to your back like a bull rider on a bull while the other threw garbage at you,” Carver teased.

“Do
you
want to do the books tomorrow?” Thorn threatened.

“Gods, you smelled like shit for a week. Don’t know why, but you did.”

“Do you like spit in your coffee? ’Cause I could do it,” Thorn grumbled.

“Both of you shut up or I swear you won’t be able to have sex for a month.” The threat was followed by a growl.

“Yes ma’am.” Thorn reached over and switched off the light.

“Yes ma’am.” Carver shut his eyes but couldn’t wipe the grin off of his face at the memory of Thorn coming back into the diner covered in banana peels and coffee grounds and stinking to high heaven. He knew that Carver fed those little beasties. He was training them up as a secondary guard system.

Chapter Nine

Sera awoke with start. Her eyes opened to darkness. She could feel the panther alert and ready. Large, warm, male bodies lay next her. As her eyes adjusted to the light in the room, she could make out a few details. They lay in a four-poster bed with a king-sized mattress that fit all three of them with ease. Thin, cream-colored sheets obscured the view of their bodies. She groaned as heat swirled in the pit of her stomach. Memories of what had happened downstairs rose up in her mind. Fire threaded through her veins as her nipples tightened and her sex slickened. Tingles raced along her inner thighs and her nether lips. She’d never come so hard in her life and been so fully sated, but she’d also never been so damn exhausted after sex either.

It was with embarrassment that she remembered she’d fallen asleep so soon after climbing onto the cloud that was Carver’s bed. Now she was awake and ready to go but the men on either side of her snored away. She considered her options. Desire shimmered throughout her body, reminding her that Lunar Lust was still riding her. She could only imagine how the snake shifter, Mysta, was dealing with it. Rather than wait for her two lovers to wake up, she decided to get the party restarted herself. She sat up and lay against the pillows.

Her mind drifted to the scene that had played out when they’d arrived at the house. A low moan slipped up her throat and out of her mouth as the fire spiked. She lifted up her hand and let her fingertips drift across her collarbone. The light touch continued on down. With each millimeter that went by the big cat offered her some of its strength and abilities. A light simmer washed down her arms and through her hands to dance along her fingertips, changing her fingernails into sharpened claws. The pointed ends scraped her skin, bringing about shivers of delight. As a shifter, she could take a lot of damage, and there was a part of her that did like it rough, loved the pain and primal edge that happened when both partners let go and allowed themselves to sink into the moment. In this case, all three of them had gone to that edge.

She hadn’t been so out of it that she’d missed Thorn’s comment about ice magic. What would that be like? None of her past lovers had brought anything cold to the union. That also left the question of what Carver could bring to the table. She let her mind drift over the possibilities. She closed her eyes and rested against the headboard. Her fingers circled her breast, taking her time to allow the fire to build up. When the sharpened ends of her claws reached her nipple she groaned. The sensations multiplied and filtered through her body. Her clit hardened and jerked. She spread her legs as far as they could go and allowed her free hand to drift along the contours of her body until it could settle between her thighs. She repeated the slow tease of her breast and ran the tips of her fingers along her nether lips, first up one side and then down the other. The slight edge of pain raced along her nerve endings, creating sparks and increasing her arousal.