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

Carver couldn’t help but preen at the sight. They’d done that and would continue to do that tonight…and forever if she’d allow it.
    “Ready?” Thorn brushed back strands of her hair as he bent down and placed a kiss on her cheek.
    Carver mimicked his friend’s action, only he paused to inhale her scent. It was now mixed with the musk of arousal and their colognes. It pleased him. Her aura shone a bright silver white with strands of red, orange, and yellow. There was no longer any sadness or worry in her eyes. That was how it should always be.
    Carver held out her jacket and helped her into it. Then he guided her to the door, which Thorn already held open. Carver kept a hand on her lower back, keeping his body close to Sera’s.
    Thorn rushed ahead of them to get the car and bring it around. While they waited, Carver played his hand over Sera’s back and down around her hip. She snuggled into him and grabbed his hand to guide it up to her breast. Pleased by this urging, he squeezed the mound, kneading the globe, before pinching her distended tip through the thin covering of silk.
    She groaned and rubbed against him. A purring noise came from deep inside her.
    Carver bent down until his lips were close to her ear. “Like that, sweetheart?” Her answer was a whimper as her hand came up to clutch at his wrist. “Just think of my fingers as my teeth. Think of what I can do to your other nipple.”
    “Please.” The word seemed to be dragged out of her from the depths of her soul. It was a pained word, both pleading and aching.
    “As you wish.” He held the thick peak between his thumb and forefinger until the rumble turned to a sob. Carver felt the uptick in her body heat. When he released the turgid nub she shuddered and the musky perfume of her orgasm floated up to his nose. He grinned.
    Before he had a chance to go any further, Thorn pulled up to the curb in the car. He slipped out of the driver’s side and rushed around the vehicle to open the door. Carver urged Sera on. Her steps were slow and dragging and Carver grinned.
    “Just think, as soon as we get you home there will be more like that.” Carver pressed a kiss to the hollow just under her ear and helped her along until they had her seated and buckled up.
    Thorn gave him a look, but all Carver could do was shrug and grin as he opened up the back door. “Just a little teasing,” he explained.
    Thorn chuckled. “Shall I take over?”
    Carver paused before getting in. “Maybe, but the skirt is too damn long.”
    “Never stopped me before.” Thorn rushed to the driver’s side and entered the car.
    Carver took his place and buckled up. His cock throbbed in his pants and desire was riding him hard. His seal simmered and his shirt felt abrasive. They didn’t have long to drive before they got home, but the tension in the interior felt thick enough to cut with a knife.
    The scratchy sound of Sera shifting in her seat and the creak of the leather was like a bullhorn in Carver’s ear.
    “Lift your skirt, honey,” Thorn ordered.
    Carver unlocked his belt and slid into the center position of the backseat. He remembered that she hadn’t put her panties back on. A groan came out of his mouth. She was bare, open, and wet. “I should’ve ripped your skirt when I had the chance.”
    Sera rewarded them with a shaky laugh. “You do and I’d have to kill you. This skirt is expensive.”
    Carver leaned between the seats and watched as Sera pulled up the now-crumpled skirt to reveal her thickened labial folds. They glistened under the low lights of the streetlamps. She used one hand to hold up her skirt and used the other to part the petals, revealing her plump clit. Without prompting, she began to rub it with her middle finger.
    “Fuck,” Thorn moaned. The car jerked, but they remained on their side of the road.
    Carver reached down and squeezed his erection, which was already pushing against his fly. He stroked the throbbing shaft. The leather felt good