Making Demons Purr (Flushed and Fevered Book 2) by Selena Illyria Read Free Book Online

wasn’t entirely sure existed.
    Her practical side took hold for a second, and she wondered what would happen after this. How could they go back to being just—whatever they’d had—when the night was over? There was no way she could walk in front of much less go into The Java Demon without seeing them, and she couldn’t very well send Mysta or Lana out every time she wanted coffee. The questions they would ask would make things worse. And if Bridget got involved… She nibbled her bottom lip as doubts and worries started to pile up in her mind.
    Taking off her panties had been a tease and now her sex was exposed. Humid air swirled under her skirt and her arousal continued to churn in her body, but she couldn’t shut down her mind no matter what she tried. Staring at Carver didn’t help, neither did turning her focus on Thorn. She gritted her teeth, hating herself. It reminded her of the nights after the full moon when the insomnia would hit her hard, and she wouldn’t find any rest until the sun was breaching the horizon. At those times her arousal would ride her hard and only images of the two men in front of her would help get her off. But the buzz would still be there, coasting along her nerve endings, lighting up her body and making her squirm and cry out. Those times were torment. Not even her dual-headed vibrator would help calm her down.
    Carver glanced up. His black gaze softened. He stood and reached out to cup her cheek. His thumb stroked her bottom lip, setting off sparks and warming her flesh as he gazed into her eyes. “You’re safe with us. If you want to stop at any time just say so. There will be no harm done, and we won’t think less of you. I promise. We just want you to know you are desired.”
    Thorn murmured something, but she didn’t catch it. All she saw was the inky darkness of Carver’s eyes. A fire seemed to burn in the onyx depths, hinting at his heritage.
    “It’s not that.”
    Carver retracted his thumb but didn’t remove his hand. His thick, dark brows bunched together and confusion filled his eyes. “Then what?”
    She tried to find the words to explain her worries. The feline’s silence didn’t help matters.
    “Just tell us, love. We’ll understand,” Thorn urged. He stood up and slipped behind her and slid his arms around her waist, holding her close. Hardened muscles cushioned her back and ass, giving her comfort and solidity. A sigh slipped out and she closed her eyes for a moment, allowing herself the delicious option of letting him to take the burden.
    She opened her eyes and straightened up. Being between them once again allowed her to focus on them and release some of her problems. The knot inside of her unwound a bit and she relaxed.
    She exhaled. “My mother wants me to take my place in the feline shifter community and get ready to become the matriarch of my leap. I like my life, my job, my friends—everything. I thought my ex, Arthur, might have been the one.” She paused and ran a hand through her hair. “I don’t know why. I thought I was starting to fall for him but something always held me back.” She decided to keep back her attraction to them as the reason and pressed on. “I came to find out all he wanted was status and money and to make someone else jealous. I don’t know what I can bring to this, whatever it is. I don’t know what happens beyond this night. I’m doubting my appeal, despite the looks you’re giving me.”
    Thorn’s palms stroked up and down her belly, setting her at ease even further. Carver’s thumb stroked her jawline and he gave her a gentle smile. “Then we take it one moment at a time. What you offer us is your pleasure, your beauty, your presence, your time, and honesty. Basically, you give us all of you and we’ll do the same.”
    She tried to wrap her head around what he’d just said. It still didn’t make sense. Frustration welled up inside of her. She hated that she doubted their words. Would it always be like