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

them the tab for her jacket. “Can you hold this? Thanks.”
    Carver accepted the stub of paper and bobbed his head. Perfect timing, he could talk to Thorn while they waited. Carver nodded toward the entrance. “Let’s get the coats.”
    Thorn agreed. “Good idea. All the magic floating around this place is making my seal itch and my skin crawl.” He shuddered and sneezed.
    Carver chuckled but didn’t admit that the atmosphere was making him feel uneasy too. He decided to start off slow and ease into the topic. “That went well.”
    “Spill it, Carver. Tell me what you’re thinking and I’ll give you my thoughts.” Thorn matched his stride as they wove their way around people.
    While they’d been gone, more people had arrived. Lust, greed, and other sins flitted through the air. Something was afoot; that much Carver knew. He sensed an oncoming storm and knew the farther away they were from this place the less they’d regret come morning.
    Being away from Sera already felt wrong. He wanted to feel her skin on his skin, taste her mouth, her pussy once more. His head swam with thoughts of all the depraved things they could do to her—with her. He couldn’t wait to get home and show her their toys.
    How the hell did humans go through life feeling all this desire without tearing themselves apart? He couldn’t understand how they managed to go through life with so many emotions rioting through them. Demons never allowed their emotions to get the better of them. And yet, one look from Sera and it felt like the sun had come out from behind some clouds and his heart would explode. Now that he had her he couldn’t let her walk away.
    He sidled up to Thorn. “We need to set rules for this relationship, but I need to know if you’re going to stay.”
    “I can’t let her go. There’s no way I’d leave.”
    Carver felt relief sweep through him. His body relaxed and he released a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.
    Thorn gave him a punch and laughed. “Worried I’d run off? Nah, Sera is exceptional. We could live a million years and never find someone like her. You find someone like that and you pursue her. You don’t run from her.”
    “Exactly.”
    They arrived at the dining room, which had been turned into a coat closet for all the guests. Carver handed over the stubs. “So how slow should we take it when we get home? Give her the tour, maybe make something to eat, and then get down to the fun? Or let her dictate what we do?”
    “We’ll talk it over in the car. Right now we need to get her out of here. It’s interesting that no other panther shifters are here.”
    Carver took a moment to gaze over the room and extend his sense. He only found Sera. None of her leap was in the room. “Think her mother sent out a blast to stay away?”
    Thorn shrugged. “No idea. Just as long as she doesn’t interfere with Sera and us we won’t have to interfere with her and her plans. If she does, she’ll find out just how much influence we have in this town.” Cold determination filled Thorn’s winter-gray eyes.
    “It’s up to Sera how things are handled as far as her mother is concerned.” Carver turned back to the attendant and accepted their jackets. Despite his words he did worry that Francine would press her daughter too hard and force Sera into a decision that would hurt her.
    “Stop worrying. It will be fine.” Thorn accepted his jacket and shrugged into it.
    “Why on earth did you bring that thing? You have a leather coat on.” Carver shrugged into his top and waited for Sera to join them.
    “I thought it would snow. Last year those damn necro-worshippers fucked up their spells and almost turned things into blizzard conditions, remember? Wanted to be prepared.” Thorn didn’t button up the front; he just left it open as if daring the elements to touch him.
    As Sera approached, her hips swayed with each step. A look of satisfaction lit up her face. A secret smile played on her lips.