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

She could taste the sweetness, spiciness, and richness of the whiskey he’d been drinking.
    The imprint of their bodies against hers had branded her flesh. Now that she had the time to study him she noticed that Thorn was dressed in almost all leather. He wore a jacket, pants, and boots, and a mask with a satin shirt to top it off. She couldn’t quite say what his costume was supposed to be. A pirate? Or a rake? Maybe a highwayman? The guyliner was a nice touch, making his steely gray eyes stand out. His dark red hair, streaked with golden highlights, was pulled back into a low ponytail. Only a few strands had sneaked out to frame his angled face.
    If she hadn’t known any better she would have said they were brothers. They had similar hawk noses, but Carver’s lips were fuller; Thorn’s had a more sensual curve to his. Both had sharp features, but Thorn’s were the more defined. Neither man was Hollywood pretty. There was a roughness about them, an untamable quality edged in danger. Since coming to Evenfall, neither man had ever tried to fit in with the shifters, the vampires, the witches, or wizards.
    Demons liked flash. They liked sparkly, pretty things, which is why they gravitated to places like Vegas or New York or Chicago or Paris or Rome. They loved areas where souls were offered up freely, and they could wheel and deal unchecked. Having two demons all to herself made Sera want to find out a few things and report back to Bridget.
    She considered the card game laid out before them. What would they want to know about her if they won? There wasn’t much to tell. She didn’t do much: an occasional drink with the girls, some shopping in the city, maybe a spa day if she had the time. Lately, she’d been spending more time at the office than at home. She hoped she didn’t come off sounding boring. But how else could she sound? Ever since the breakup she hadn’t made the effort to get out there. She’d been nursing her wounds.
    As Thorn dealt the cards, Sera focused on his hands. They were strong hands, with smooth backs, tanned with a smattering of red and blond hair. He dealt out three cards, one for each of them, with ease. Sera picked hers up and examined it. A two of clubs. She looked up at what the men had gotten. Carver held up an ace of spades and Thorn showed off a five of hearts.
    “Well, well, well, I lose the first round. You’ve already taken off my corset…” She reached up and cupped her breasts, giving each globe a few squeezes before taking both nipples between her thumbs and index fingers and giving them a pinch. Electricity arced straight to her clit, giving her a jolt of pleasure. She moaned and released the tips. “And I took off my panties…” She slid a hand down her abdomen, pausing to circle her middle finger around her navel before continuing on to cup her mound. Pleasure and heat swirled around her body as the arousal woke in her again, and the pressure began to build. She groaned and lifted her hips. The tip of her middle finger was only a few millimeters from her clit. If she eased her hand a little lower she could work it through the skirt.
    Carver and Thorn stared at her. She felt the heat of their gazes as she leaned back into the chair and slid down. Pure lust shone in Thorn’s charcoal gaze while something darker and hungrier filled Carver’s obsidian orbs. It thrilled her to know they wanted her. She decided to push them a bit further. “So, whatever shall I do?” she asked, not knowing the answer.
    She twisted her nipple and moved her other hand to trace the curves of her right side. “Should my skirt be the next to go? Hmmm.” She pretended to think on it. An idea came to her. She released her breast and moved her hands over thighs. She opened her legs, spreading them as wide as the tight mermaid skirt would allow. She bent over, lifted the hem until it came over her knees. Once the material rested on her thighs, she leaned over and pulled off first one shoe and