He opened his eyes and went back to the tease. In the distance he heard the rasp of a zipper.
“Ahhh.” The noise came from Thorn, a pained gust of air.
Sera whimpered and shifted in her seat. The rustle of her skirt added to the tension that hung heavy between the three of them. Carver flicked his tongue over his lips and preened when Sera’s gaze focused on his mouth.
“Not yet, beautiful.” Carver grinned, fighting to ignore the desire clawing around his body.
“You haven’t won yet,” put in Thorn. “And I look forward to you losing the next round. I want to see your gorgeous pussy. Are you wet for us, love? Ready to be fucked by both of us?” His voice was a low rasp. There was power in that tone. Even Carver felt it and shuddered at the sound.
Carver knew that tone. It was one that indicated Thorn was at the end of his rope. But there were rules they had to adhere to. Carver picked up the deck and reshuffled it, allowing his focus to move to something other than just how slick Sera was under that skirt. She hadn’t answered Thorn, much to Carver’s disappointment. He wondered why that was. Couldn’t she speak? Give them a hint? Maybe she was too wrapped up in her own desire to find the words.
This was going to be long night, and he was very sure someone would break—possibly him. He only hoped he didn’t disgrace himself, allow the seal to break, go full-on demon and cost both of them their only possible chance with Sera.
He dealt out the cards, put the deck down, and checked what he’d pulled. He tried to suppress a grin: a king of hearts. Carver only prayed that Thorn wasn’t the one who lost this round. He may share women with his friend, but he didn’t relish the idea of watching him strip.
Chapter Six
Sera’s skirt and stockings felt too damn tight. They were smothering her skin. Her black panther was riding her hard to be let out. If she could do a partial shift maybe it would alleviate the desire swirling through her body. Her fingertips throbbed, demanding that she grow claws and shred the rest of her clothing. Her hormones were driving her crazy. She was covered in a light sheen of sweat and had to resist the urge to pat it all away with her corset. There was no ladylike way to do that, and she didn’t want to think about how she’d look with her stomach jiggling with every move.
Regret pushed away some of her arousal. Despite how hot she felt, the coolness of the room reminded her that she’d taken off her corset to reveal her not-so-fit body. It had been ages since she’d been to the gym, and although her metabolism was high it couldn’t surmount her poor diet as of late. Her once-taut belly was now soft and rounded, and her thighs seemed to have expanded while she wasn’t looking. She didn’t even want to think about how her ass would look once exposed.
Under the cover of dark, where she hadn’t needed to see herself naked, she’d been able to focus and masturbate and use her other toys. Now, under the dull glow of the room, with two gorgeous men looking at her like she was their every fantasy, she felt conscious of all her flaws. She nibbled on her bottom lip and toyed with her card.
“Stop it. You’re gorgeous, intelligent, sexy, funny. Pure perfection. Don’t doubt yourself.” Carver’s admonishment came out as a growl. His dark eyes flashed and a dark red blush spread over his skin.
She swallowed as a ping of fear tripped down her spine. The flush spread until both of his pecs were crimson. It looked like watered-down ruby ink staining his flesh. She wasn’t sure if this was a good sign or not. She turned her attention to Thorn and saw his hands were bone white. Was this a good sign?
“Hey, look at me.” Thorn reached out and grabbed her hand. The warmth and strength of his grip anchored her down in reality and calmed her nerves some. “You are beautiful. Now your card.” Thorn pulled back but his touch lingered on her skin, making it tingle.
She gave both men a small smile and flipped over her pick: a two of diamonds. Thorn and Carver flipped over their own cards and a laugh rumbled through Sera’s belly. She’d lost. Relief swept through her. At least now, one of her pieces of clothing would stop irritating her. She knew just the one she wanted to remove. She stood up and undid the side zipper of her skirt. With a shimmy, she let the fabric whisper down her legs. The feel of satin running against her stockings sent a zip of energy up her spine and increased her desire. Once her skirt was a pool of black ruffles at her feet, she stepped out of it and toed it to the side.
She swallowed and stood before the two men with only her mask, heels, and stockings on. With her chin lifted, she turned around, giving them a good view of what they claimed they wanted.
After one full circle, she settled down in the chair. The look of undisguised lust on their faces was enough, more than she’d ever dreamed. Carver was gripping the cushions beneath him, and Thorn had fisted his hands in his lap, but their faces were taut with pure desire.
Sera ducked her head, trying to hide a smile. She settled down back in her seat and crossed her legs nice and slow, giving them a glimpse of the Promised Land before shielding it from their eyes. A sense of power thrummed through her as she reveled in their passion.
Feeling daring, she moved her top leg and let her foot settle on the ground before parting her thighs. “See, I am wet for the both of you.”
She lifted her hand and dragged her fingertips down the center of her chest, through the valley of her breasts, over her stomach to trace the thin strip of hair on her mound. Then she slid her fingers over her thickened, damp labial folds.
She watched them. Their lips were parted and their breaths came out in soft puffs. Carver’s and Thorn’s eyes glittered: Carver’s the red-orange castoffs of a fire, Thorn’s the glitter of frost under bright light. Sera purred in satisfaction.
Going with her instincts she parted the dewy petals and exposed her clit. Switching her finger’s position she placed her middle finger over the distended bundle of nerves and gave it a quick brush.
Both Carver and Thorn inhaled. She rested her head against the back of her chair and began a slow rhythm, beginning with soft touches and then adding in swift circles.
“This is what I do when I’m alone and thinking of the both of you taking me, fucking me, owning me.” Her voice was unrecognizable to her ears; it was so soft and gruff, with the edge of a purr in there. She hadn’t known she was capable of making that noise.
Through narrowed eyes, she watched Thorn stroke his erection through his leather pants. Carver’s hands moved, undoing his belt buckle and popping the button on his fly, but he stopped short of yanking down the tab.
Sera gritted her teeth. A desire to make them both lose it gripped her. She lifted her hips and moved her hand to tease and stroke her dripping opening with a light touch. Taking first one pass and then other, she slipped the tip of a finger inside of her.
With a gasp, her vaginal muscles contracted, trying to pull the digit deeper. She withdrew and pushed it in again. Thorn’s hand worked faster, but he hadn’t made a move to take off his shoes, socks, or pants. Carver shifted in his seat, his gaze still focused on her. His gaze was like a weight on her chest. She didn’t want to disappoint either of them.
With her free hand, Sera cupped a breast and kneaded it, squeezing the plush globe before working her nipple between her fingers. She pressed her palm down on her clit and held it there as she sunk a second digit into her tight sheath.
“See how wet I am for you,” she whispered as she withdrew her digits and held them up for all to see. They were slick with her cream, glistening under the dim golden glow of the room.
Thorn was the first to move. He dropped to knees with a whimper and crawled over to her. If she didn’t know better she would have sworn he was a big cat. His muscles rippled under pale skin. He moved with slow grace, as if he had all the time in the world to get to her. He settled down in front of her on his knees.
She didn’t disappoint him for his effort. She smeared her honey over his lips before slipping her fingers back inside of herself, scissoring them to prepare for the coming invasion.
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nbsp; Thorn licked his lips with a leisurely flick and then he stood. He towered over her. She wasn’t sure what he was going to do but couldn’t stop her hands now. She whimpered as she squeezed and held her nipple. She fucked herself, rocking her palm against her clit. The hungry stares from both men egged her on.
“So close,” she moaned. She could feel herself at the edge, but she needed something extra to push herself over.
Thorn leaned over her. He bent his head down and took her lips in a slow kiss. The contact took her by surprise. His lips were so cold. Sera sucked in a breath and it was like inhaling ice, but she refused to break the bond between them. The sensation only pushed her closer to orgasm.
Thorn’s hand covered hers, even as she worked her nipple. He guided her grip, pinching her nipple harder. Pressure built in her breast as her orgasm hung just out of reach. The contrast of temperatures upped the ante, but still she couldn’t quite come. She lifted her palm over her clit only to have the tension wind tighter still. She let out a frustrated growl and moved her head, breaking the kiss, and turned to Carver.
Desperation filled her. “Please.”
Carver stood up, yanked down the tab on his zipper, bent over, and pulled off his socks and shoes.
“Fuck this. No more games,” he growled and moved to her. He dropped to his knees in a show of liquid elegance.
Stress and heat radiated off him in waves that amped up her own need and clashed with Thorn’s chilly touch. He took hold of her wrist and pulled her hand out of the way. Thorn took her lips once more. Carver shifted his position and settled between her legs. He lifted one of her limbs and placed it over one arm of the chair. He did the same to her other leg, opening her wide to his gaze. Then he buried his face between her thighs and feasted on her sensitized flesh.
Thorn moved his touch to her free breast, working it and showing it the same attention she had herself. She mimicked his moves as she rocked her hips against Carver’s mouth. When Carver let out a growl, the sound vibrated through her sex. And that was what set her off. She came hard, stars drifting before her eyes as her internal muscles clenched and relaxed around his tongue.
Carver’s didn’t stop. He continued to suck, nip, and 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 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 ins
ide 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.
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