Making Demons Purr (Flushed and Fevered Book 2) (12 page)

A groan rattled around her chest as she pinched and rolled the tightened nub. Her clit jumped in response. Her pussy lips warmed. She grazed the head of the bundle of nerves that lay between. She clenched her jaw as pleasure spiraled up her spine. A hiss of air slipped out between her teeth.

Carver shifted beside her but didn’t awaken. Thorn grumbled but didn’t roll over. She wished they would wake up and play with her. The thought of waking them up prickled her desire-hazed mind. A wicked smiled curved her lips. Why not wake them up with the sounds of passion? She worked her nipple until it was too vulnerable to continue touching and then transferred her attention to the neglected peak. She repeated her actions a while, circling and rubbing her clit, allowing the pressure inside her to build. Her orgasm continued to build, so close but so far out of reach.

A groan sounded beside her but she ignored it and kept going.

“Naughty kitty,” Carver murmured as his hands wrapped around her wrist and forearm and dragged it away from her aching globe.

“Very bad, kitty. I think she deserves to be punished.” Thorn mimicked Carver’s motions with her other arm.

She let out an animalistic scream as her cat surged to the forefront. The shift came on her hard and swift. Plush, velvety, black fur pushed its way up through skin, her fingertips shortened as her hands became paws. Her torso elongated and her chest shrunk. Her thighs became thicker and her legs shorter. The hair on her head pulled into her until there was only black fuzz.

“Oh no, dear sweetness, no.” Thorn muzzled her neck and kissed the hollow just below her unchanged ears.

Anger and impatience filled her as threads of fire wrapped around her body in thin ropes. She struggled in their hold.

The men peppered her neck and face, brushing and touching her skin with their lips. Her pelt receded as her body returned to human form, but she willed her claws to remain.

Thorn and Carver lifted her arms over her head. She felt the glide of soft cotton against her wrists as the locks snicked home. Thorn pulled her legs wider as the bed shook and the men readjusted their positions. Carver slipped down and began to suck and nibble on her nipples while Thorn slipped between her thighs.

She shuddered as Thorn lapped at her damp slit with slow licks and nips. Each time the tip of his tongue passed over the head of her clit, it sent a quiver of flame through her until her toes curled and she yanked on her bonds. She wished she could sink one hand onto Carver’s head and the other into Thorn’s hair and hold them where they were. Noises slipped from her lips as the desire grew. Carver grazed her sensitive nipples with his teeth. She pushed her chest out to encourage more stimulation. Her legs shook as electricity zipped along her nerve endings.

Thorn pulled back at the same time as Carver. A blush of heat kissed her breasts as Carver’s lips brushed over her chest. A touch of cold breezed along her legs as Thorn explored the tender skin of her inner thighs. Thorn took hold of her ankles, the trail of ice following in his wake. Curious, Sera lifted her head to find Carver’s skin flushed a deep red. His nails had become long, pointed, and black while, in contrast, Thorn’s flesh had become a milky white. Ridges ran along his forehead, pushing up through the skin.

Both men lifted their heads. Carver’s eyes had become black. Even the whites had darkened until only obsidian gazed back at Sera. Thorn’s irises had become so pale they seemed translucent.

A shiver raced over Sera, but she wasn’t afraid. “You’ve let your demon natures come out and play.”

“Thought maybe you’d like that. Besides, it does get tiring holding it back.” Carver shrugged, an elegant unhurried movement that made her think time had slowed down.

“We’re using just enough to entice but not hurt.” Thorn nipped the side of her calf before moving back up her leg.

The thought thrilled her. They’d decided to give in to their baser natures. This gave her courage. She allowed her body to relax and her cat some slack, feeding out its leash. With permission, the change came swift, hitting her so hard her back bowed and fire erupted throughout her body. Bones, muscles, and organs reshaped as her body accepted the shift. Her vision, her sense of smell, touch, taste, and hearing all sharpened. She knew where they were without having to look for them.

She closed her eyes and sunk into their ministrations. Carver worked on her breasts. Each brush of his lips, nip of his teeth, and pinch of his fingers enflamed her need. Thorn’s touch, the flick of his tongue, the grip of his hands, all sent pleasure rippling along her nerve endings, setting off pinpricks of delight. She squirmed and writhed as they covered her body with kisses, bites, and sweeps of bliss. Thorn brushed a finger along one side of her labia and down the other. His icy touch was a sweet contrast to the heat that pumped through her sex. Meanwhile, Carver used his fire magic to increase her passion. His heat seeped into her skin and burrowed deep into her flesh. As Thorn crawled up her body, his cooling contact helped to douse some of the sharpness of Carver’s fire. The contrast between the two men had her hanging between heaven and hell.

The bed shook as the demons switched places. Carver took his place between her thighs and Thorn moved to her left side to tease and torment her breasts. She cried until her throat was hoarse and her words turned to gibberish. Both of them kept her on her a knife’s edge, close to coming and yet denying her that final release.

“Please, please,” she begged. “Let me come.”

“This what you want?” Carver slipped first one finger, then a second, and then a third inside of her weeping pussy. He pushed and withdrew in a leisurely fashion, as if he had all the time in the world to make her come.

She tried to ride the invasion but her bonds gave her limited movement. A feral cry clawed out of her mouth to pierce the air as Thorn bit down on her nipple and held.

She cried out as a searing line of energy shot straight to her clit. An orgasm hit her out of nowhere. One second she was on the verge and then she was coming. Her body shook, limbs stiffening as fire and pressure coalesced to create one huge burst of sensation that enveloped her body, setting her blood and flesh ablaze. She was sure she was dying. Light burned beyond her eyelids. She heard herself crying out, in a hoarse roar, Carver’s and Thorn’s names.

She felt the bed shake, but her body felt too heavy to move. She couldn’t even open her eyes.

“Look at us,” Carver ordered. His voice was a murmur that caressed her skin like velvet and suede, both soothing and abrading her from the inside out. Her vaginal muscles contracted as her juices coated her inner thighs.

A fire flickered to life in the pit of her stomach. Another climax began to form. She watched Thorn kiss his way down her stomach, forming a path of chilled skin as Carver fucked her with his fingers, bringing her to the periphery yet again, the orgasm just out of reach. They both stopped just as Thorn reached her mound, and she knew she was about to come again.

Sera growled low in warning. The cat wanted to come just much as the woman did. “Let me come!”

Carver withdrew his digits and lapped at her juices. “We’re going to flip you over to prep you to take my cock in your ass. Do you want to stop now?”

She didn’t need to think about it. “Do it.”

With care, both men turned her over so that she lay on her stomach. She turned her head to get more comfortable and heard the top of a bottle flick open, followed by a rushing of air. Then she felt the slippery texture of the lubricant on her skin. The cool jell heated up under Carver’s touch. Thorn massaged her feet and worked up and down her limbs as Carver worked to relax her back passage.

She closed her eyes and allowed the men to work. Despite some discomfort, she allowed her muscles to relax. Thorn kissed and nipped his way up her right leg and down the left side.

“You are so beautiful, every inch of you,” Thorn murmured.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Relax for me. Absolutely perfect.” Carver’s hair brushed down her back as he traced a path of fire down her spine. His fingers withdrew and pushed forward again, sliding deeper and deeper into her ass. The urge to push back took her and she lifted her hips to do just that.

“No.” A sharp slap cracked on the air as a sting danced along her butt cheek. Fire flared along her skin and seeped deep into the muscle. The ache was replaced by pleasure almost instantly, and she groaned, digging her toes into the bedcovers. She tried to get up onto her knees to move into that touch.

“More.” The word came out as a moan as she dug her toes into the bedclothes and tried to push up onto her knees.

Carver placed a hand on the small of her back and pushed her down again. “Stay on the bed, beautiful. You don’t move until we tell you to.”

She gritted her teeth as her desire increased. The yearning to be filled by both men took hold of her. Her sex dripped onto her thighs. She could smell the musky arousal on the air, feel the coolness of Thorn’s touch on her skin, mixing and contrasting with Carver’s hotter caresses.

“Let me take over.” Thorn switched places with Carver. More lube was spread and poured on her ass before it was worked into her, slicking the passage and making things easier for whoever would be there.

Sera gasped as Thorn’s icy fingers slipped into her. Her body stilled as she waited, allowing herself to accept the invasion and see where it led. He kissed his way across her back, breathing cold air across her skin and causing goose bumps to rise. She shivered and her nipples pebbled but she didn’t want him to stop. It felt so good.

Thorn had moved to between her thighs and began lapping at her slit, teasing her clit with each stroke of his tongue. The feelings overwhelmed her. Her cat rumbled and groaned as the bliss took her. She was sure she could come this way if given a little more of a push by either or both of them. The pressure increased as the heat inside of her swirled. She clawed at the covers as the pleasure grew.

“Please. Can’t take much more. Help me.”

Carver chuckled. “Thorn?”

“Switch?”

“Switch.” The bed rocked again.

She heard the tearing of a packet and the bed shook as both men sheathed themselves with condoms.

“I’m going to be taking your ass, sweet one. Ready?” Carver’s voice was a deep tenor that wrapped her body in fire and need.

“More than ready. Fuck me.” She panted as sweat bathed her face and slipped along her body, adding to the caress of the men’s hands.

Carver straddled her thighs and parted her butt cheeks. Then he pressed his cockhead against her back entrance.

Sera gritted her teeth and readied herself for the invasion. She felt him take hold of her hips and push in with a groan. It felt like heat-made-solid was trying to push into her. She cried out as he pulled back. He pressed kisses on the nape of her neck and across her shoulders.

“Easy, easy. Relax. Breathe,” Carver urged.

She drew in air and blew it out, focusing on Carver’s touch. These men wanted her, desired her. There was nothing to fear. They wouldn’t hurt her unless she asked for it.

She continued to take in deep breaths. “OK, try again.”

She braced herself and tried to keep her body loose as Carver moved again. The combined heat of his magic and her body made her feel as if she would incinerate at any moment. Despite some discomfort, her muscles began to relax and let him in. He moved slowly, retreating and then thrusting forward, increasing the depth of his thrusts a millimeter at a time, until she thought she’d go insane with anticipation.

She let out a low, whining cry that sounded more cat than human. “For fuck’s sake, Carver, fuck my ass,” she growled.

She tried to push her hips back at him and take more of him inside of her but Carver stopped. Damn him. She let out a hiss and tried to move again. Nothing. Carver’s grip on her hips tightened.

“Not until you stop moving.”

She let out a scream but lay still. The cat rose up, offering more of its power to her, but she refused it. If she fully shifted, not only would she not get sex, but they’d also have a pissed off black panther on their hands—a horny one under Lunar Lust, no less.

She closed her eyes and went back to focusing on her breathing until the urge passed. Her thoughts scattered as Carver thrust into her, going deeper than before. He withdrew and repeated the action. Warmth and pleasure multiplied with each stroke as his cock massaged muscles that weren’t used to this kind of stimulation. She let go and sank into it, allowing him to take her higher and higher. He stopped while deep inside of her, then rolled them over until he was lying on his back with her on top of him, her back pressed to his chest.

“I’m going to switch the position of the bonds,” Thorn said. He took the leather straps that were attached to the bed and pulled on them until they were loose. Then he dragged them up until her arms were in the air over her body. She tugged on them and found they wouldn’t give.

“This will help your position when I’m inside of you. Helps with traction when you have to move.”

She didn’t really care. She just wanted both of them inside of her. Now. “Fuck…me.”

Thorn spread her legs wider and positioned himself at her dripping entrance. Carver’s hands slipped up her sides to grip and massage her breasts as Thorn took her hips and moved forward, sinking into her.

She gasped out. It was too much. They wouldn’t fit. She started to struggle as madness tore at her mind and pricked the bubble of ecstasy that she had been in. Carver took hold of her nipples. The pressure and ache caught her off guard. She dug her heels into the bedspread and struggled against her bonds. The chains attached to ceiling rig that held the straps up rattled but refused to give.

Thorn bent forward and took her lips in a hungry, possessive, branding kiss that stole all thought from her mind. Carver released her throbbing peaks. A small orgasm took her, sending waves of pleasure through her nerve endings. She gasped as Thorn sunk into her to the hilt. Both men kissed her, covering her with love bites. In concert, they pulled out and thrust forward. Spots danced before her eyes as the combination of fire and ice filled and withdrew from her in unison. The sensations were too much. Her body felt too small to contain all the heaven that they were doling out.