Free Making Demons Purr (Flushed and Fevered Book 2) by Selena Illyria

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