“Have you ever had your ass taken?” Acid churned in his gut at the thought of someone taking her anal virginity.
“Yes. It was OK, but I’m willing to do it with you guys.”
Thorn returned. He held a silver bullet. “Since you’re willing, why not use this for your pussy while Carver takes your ass, and you use your mouth on me? Do you want to keep the handcuffs or no?”
Carver waited to hear what she would say.
“Do you have something softer?” She tilted her head. Her amber gaze switched from Carver to Thorn.
“Yes, we do. So, does this mean yes?” Carver hoped so.
“Yes, let’s do this. Although next time”—she reached out and dragged a finger down the center of Carver’s chest, stopping at the thatch of pubic hair that surrounded his cock—“I want you to be tied down, since you seemed to like that idea.”
Arousal poured into Carver’s flaccid penis, bringing it back to life. He grinned. There were some benefits to being a demon. “Anything you want, sweetheart.”
Carver headed to the bathroom to perform the quickest cleanup he could manage, just enough to assuage his inner neat freak. Then he headed upstairs to find Thorn dressed again. “What’s up?”
Sera lay out on his bed, looking like a vision. She let out a soft yawn.
“Sera needs her rest, and the alarm’s gone off at the JD. You stay. I’ll go check it out. We’ll do the fantasy later?” Thorn started toward the door, and Carver sidled off to the side.
“Yeah, sure.” Carver followed Thorn down.
“Don’t worry. It’s probably just the alarm acting up due to all those idiots running around. Go back up there. Give her a massage.”
Carver chewed his bottom lip. Indecision filled him. His heart hammered as images filled his head. What could be going on at his place of business?
Thorn reached out and gave his shoulder a squeeze. “If they’re really fucking up the place I’ll use my ice magic.” A wicked smile twisted his lips.
Some of the tension eased from Carver’s body. “We won’t do anything without you.”
Thorn nodded. “Just give her some aftercare.”
Carver turned that suggestion over and agreed. “Good idea.”
He saw Thorn out and locked the door behind him, not setting the alarm. Each step he took got lighter as he grew closer to Sera. When he got upstairs he found her asleep right in the center of the bed. With a smile, he went to the closet and took out the massage oil and wet wipes. As quietly as he could, he moved around the room and climbed onto the bed. Then he turned her over onto her stomach. He took out a wipe and began to clean the sweat from her body. No movement was wasted. He took his time savoring the honor of taking care of her.
Her breathing never sped up. Her aura was a pastel palette that showed her ease and trust in him. His heart skipped a beat as pride and awe filled him. Once he was done with the wet wipes he turned to the massage oil. He flicked up the top and squeezed a few drops out.
She moaned as he smoothed the slippery substance onto her back. Nowhere did he find tension or knots. She was at ease with him. Tears stung his eyes. His kind were always distrusted or feared. Other paras kept their distance.
She rolled over just as he began to work on her calves. “Hey.” She let out a soft yawn.
“Hey, you have to turn over again. I’m not done.”
His reward was a sleepy smile. “OK. Goddess, I don’t know why I’m so sleepy. I really did want to do that scene we agreed on. Must be the Lunar Lust hormones.”
She yawned and fell asleep again. He didn’t feel the least bit disappointed that she kept slipping off to dreamland. He finished up the massage, wiped away the excess oil, and tucked her under the covers before putting the things away and joining her.
An hour later Thorn joined them too. “I’m tired. Stupid-ass kids. They were playing with some slug that seemed to be growing by the second, stinking up the place with bad magic to boot. To fuck with them, I made it snow.” Thorn pulled off his jacket followed by his shirt.
Carver started to laugh. “And?”
“The little shits weren’t impressed.” Thorn sounded outraged. His features scrunched up and his eyes glinted. “So I turned the ground to ice under their feet. They slipped, slid, and fell on their asses a few times and even tried to hex me. Can you believe that?” Thorn grunted, bent over, and yanked off his shoes and socks.
Carver stopped chuckling. Worry gnawed at him. The more Thorn spoke the madder he became. “What did you do?”
The bed shook and Sera mumbled but didn’t wake.
“Well, I didn’t turn them into ice statues, but I did take their stupid slug, freeze it, and smash it. One of them pissed his pants and ran away. It took longer for sense to get into the other two pissants’ heads but eventually they got the message.” He pushed down his pants and climbed into bed.
Carver grinned. “Good job. Did the security cameras catch it?”
Thorn beamed. “Of course. So if they even try to bring a lawsuit, I can show them exactly what was going on. Goddess, I love technology.”
Carver patted his friend on the head. “Could’ve been worse. It could’ve been those raccoons you can’t catch.”
“Don’t start.” The mattress shook and Thorn pulled the covers over his head.
“I still remember when they got the drop on you, and one of them was clinging to your back like a bull rider on a bull while the other threw garbage at you,” Carver teased.
“Do you want to do the books tomorrow?” Thorn threatened.
“Gods, you smelled like shit for a week. Don’t know why, but you did.”
“Do you like spit in your coffee? ’Cause I could do it,” Thorn grumbled.
“Both of you shut up or I swear you won’t be able to have sex for a month.” The threat was followed by a growl.
“Yes ma’am.” Thorn reached over and switched off the light.
“Yes ma’am.” Carver shut his eyes but couldn’t wipe the grin off of his face at the memory of Thorn coming back into the diner covered in banana peels and coffee grounds and stinking to high heaven. He knew that Carver fed those little beasties. He was training them up as a secondary guard system.
Chapter Nine
Sera awoke with start. Her eyes opened to darkness. She could feel the panther alert and ready. Large, warm, male bodies lay next her. As her eyes adjusted to the light in the room, she could make out a few details. They lay in a four-poster bed with a king-sized mattress that fit all three of them with ease. Thin, cream-colored sheets obscured the view of their bodies. She groaned as heat swirled in the pit of her stomach. Memories of what had happened downstairs rose up in her mind. Fire threaded through her veins as her nipples tightened and her sex slickened. Tingles raced along her inner thighs and her nether lips. She’d never come so hard in her life and been so fully sated, but she’d also never been so damn exhausted after sex either.
It was with embarrassment that she remembered she’d fallen asleep so soon after climbing onto the cloud that was Carver’s bed. Now she was awake and ready to go but the men on either side of her snored away. She considered her options. Desire shimmered throughout her body, reminding her that Lunar Lust was still riding her. She could only imagine how the snake shifter, Mysta, was dealing with it. Rather than wait for her two lovers to wake up, she decided to get the party restarted herself. She sat up and lay against the pillows.
Her mind drifted to the scene that had played out when they’d arrived at the house. A low moan slipped up her throat and out of her mouth as the fire spiked. She lifted up her hand and let her fingertips drift across her collarbone. The light touch continued on down. With each millimeter that went by the big cat offered her some of its strength and abilities. A light simmer washed down her arms and through her hands to dance along her fingertips, changing her fingernails into sharpened claws. The pointed ends scraped her skin, bringing about shivers of delight. As a shifter, she could take a lot of damage, and
there was a part of her that did like it rough, loved the pain and primal edge that happened when both partners let go and allowed themselves to sink into the moment. In this case, all three of them had gone to that edge.
She hadn’t been so out of it that she’d missed Thorn’s comment about ice magic. What would that be like? None of her past lovers had brought anything cold to the union. That also left the question of what Carver could bring to the table. She let her mind drift over the possibilities. She closed her eyes and rested against the headboard. Her fingers circled her breast, taking her time to allow the fire to build up. When the sharpened ends of her claws reached her nipple she groaned. The sensations multiplied and filtered through her body. Her clit hardened and jerked. She spread her legs as far as they could go and allowed her free hand to drift along the contours of her body until it could settle between her thighs. She repeated the slow tease of her breast and ran the tips of her fingers along her nether lips, first up one side and then down the other. The slight edge of pain raced along her nerve endings, creating sparks and increasing her arousal.
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 war
ning. 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.
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