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

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