She moaned. “Please, yes. I want to be spanked with the belt.” That was all he needed to hear. “As you wish.”
He took a step back and gave her two quick smacks, pausing to soothe the pain with gentle caresses. He repeated the action on her other cheek and stopped to watch red spots appear on her skin.
Carver lifted his gaze from her ass to Thorn. She had taken Thorn’s cock into her mouth; his friend’s head had dropped back. One hand was fisted in her hair, controlling her actions as she sucked him.
Carver returned his attention to his own task. He stopped only to check to see how wet she’d become. Her cream dripped over his fingers. The scent of her need was pungent on the air. He inhaled deeply and let the perfume become his oxygen.
He gave her a few more swats, this time with his palm, and stroked the pain away. She whimpered around Thorn’s penis but didn’t let go of him.
Carver repositioned himself at her entrance and pushed in with a shallow thrust. He withdrew and then drove deeper. Her pussy clamped down on his cock, as if to hold him there and not let go.
He was in heaven. Pure unadulterated bliss slipped over his body, and he lost himself to the basic mating rhythm. He gripped her hips and fucked her slow and steady, matching his friend’s pace as Thorn drove into her mouth.
Sera gazed up the line of Thorn’s body and watched the pleasure play over his face. His features were so open that she could read every emotion he had. His face was a mélange of lust, passion, and pure need. It was all there for her to see.
His skin had turned a marble white and his fingers had blackened. Instead of being horrified by these changes, Sera watched in fascination. His torso, arms, and neck had turned the color of snow. Only his face was the same golden color it had been before. More frosty white glints showed in his eyes, dancing among the stormy gray.
Pleasure rocked her body with each thrust. Just being able to give Thorn some joy added to the bliss that rolled through her. Tension sung along her legs and arms and all through her body. She was helpless between them and loving every minute. There was no thought. She just allowed them to use her, and in return she received pure delight. With each thrust they murmured words of praise and told her the filthy things they would do to her later.
Carver’s pace sped up. She could only imagine what it would look like when he shifted. Her senses expanded and moved around the room. She felt rather than heard the scuffle of feet on the wood floor. She turned her attention to the source of the sound and spotted Ariel as she slipped into the room, jaw open in an O, eyes as wide as saucers.
Rather than move deeper into the room or say something to indicate her presence, the lynx shifter melted back into the darkness of the hall beyond the room.
Sera watched Ariel go from a state of shock to a state of lust. A light scent of lynx pheromones drifted on the breeze to mingle with the aroma of sex on the air, and Sera watched as Ariel lifted her own skirt. Her hand disappeared under the folds of fabric and the material started to shake. With her free hand she massaged her breast through the thin fabric of her top.
Sera groaned and returned her attention to Thorn. His grip on her tresses tightened as Carver held her hips tighter. Her men fucked her harder and faster. She didn’t hesitate to relax her gag reflex and swallow Thorn’s cock down. They seemed to fill up every part of her until she thought she’d burst like a balloon. Pleasure and pain switched back and forth until she couldn’t tell the difference.
Carver released one of her hips to slide his hand over her damp stomach, over her mound and between her folds to find her clit. He pinched and released it. That was all it took to slip over the side of the precipice. Stars burst in front of her. Her cries were muted by Thorn’s shaft.
Fireworks boomed overhead as she felt Thorn’s shaft jerk in her mouth and Carver’s cock thicken inside of her.
“I’m going to come, lovely, do you want me to come in your mouth?” Thorn gazed down at her with so much desire it hurt to stare into his eyes. All she could do was hollow out her cheeks and increase the suction, bobbing her head faster.
“Going to come,” Carver grunted. He pistoned his hips in and out of her faster and faster, his wet flesh slapping against hers, abrading the sting of her previous spanking. The feeling only increased the fire that burned in her sex.
Tingles raced throughout Sera’s body as another orgasm ramped up. Carver came with a growl. His cock jerked inside of her. For a split second she felt disappointed at having to use condoms. But the sentiment didn’t last long.
Thorn’s shaft jerked in her mouth and he came with a grunt, spurting jets of cum down her throat. Among all the noise she could hear Ariel’s soft cry.
Sera let Thorn’s now-flaccid penis slip out of her mouth and looked into the hallway at her friend. Ariel’s features were relaxed and she had a shy smile on her face. She ducked her head and turned, then disappeared into the darkness, her gait unsteady.
“She’ll be fine, sweetheart,” Thorn murmured.
Sera bobbed her head and then let out a gasp as Carver pinched her clit once more. She came again, with a cry. Her body shook. Carver held her as she shook in his grasp. Thorn bent down and pinched her aching nipples.
Aftershocks rocked her body until she didn’t have the strength to stand, and her arms ached from being held behind her back. Carver pulled out of her clenching pussy. She groaned as the action reignited more embers of pleasure.
Thorn stopped playing with her throbbing peaks and murmured something to Carver. “I’ll be back, beautiful,” he whispered and then left the room.
Carver undid the belt and carried her over to the chair. He set her down and began to massage her arms. “You were so beautiful, sweetheart. So perfect.”
She mumbled something. Her brain was swathed in cotton and tiny fires continued to burst and simmer as her muscles jumped and twitched. She groaned and cuddled into his touch.
“Shh, just lie still and let us take care of you.”
Thorn returned with a damp cloth and began to clean her up. She was grateful that they had thought of even that. In the dim glow of the room, Thorn’s skin had become a pale tan. The soft white of his skin and the black of his nails had returned to their usual buff color.
As Sera’s thoughts coalesced and the arousal died down, she felt a sense of peace descend upon her. She’d never known such bliss, acceptance, and appreciation before. And she had Thorn and Carver to thank for it.
Chapter Eight
By the time they got back to the party, Carver was ready to go another round. His hunger for Sera surprised him. He hadn’t felt this way about any of his past partners before. Not even in his fumbling beginnings when he first started to explore sex had his demon felt so close to breaking his seal. It had never wanted to claim a woman before. Nor had he ever felt so complete before now. He doubted he’d ever again feel contented now that he’d made love to Sera. There would always be a hunger for her. He couldn’t imagine them not pursuing their attraction to each other.
This wasn’t a onetime thing for him. This was the start of something that would last forever. He knew he had to take Thorn aside and see how he felt about this, make sure they were all on the same page. He couldn’t imagine going forward without his friend with them. They were a triumvirate or nothing.
Then there was Sera to consider. How would she feel about dating two men? He’d seen a few ménage à trois couples around town who seemed to be doing well. There were even a few shifters involved in relationships with multiple partners at once. They could make it work. They just had to set the rules and talk it over. In any case, he couldn’t let her go now that he’d gotten a taste.
Carver reached over and brushed a tendril of hair from Sera’s eyes.
She turned toward him and smiled. “Thanks. Oh! Ariel and Donna. Let me go talk to them and then we can leave, OK?” Sera dug into her skirt pocket and handed them the tab for her jacket. “Can you hold this? Thanks.”
Carver accepted the stub of
paper and bobbed his head. Perfect timing, he could talk to Thorn while they waited. Carver nodded toward the entrance. “Let’s get the coats.”
Thorn agreed. “Good idea. All the magic floating around this place is making my seal itch and my skin crawl.” He shuddered and sneezed.
Carver chuckled but didn’t admit that the atmosphere was making him feel uneasy too. He decided to start off slow and ease into the topic. “That went well.”
“Spill it, Carver. Tell me what you’re thinking and I’ll give you my thoughts.” Thorn matched his stride as they wove their way around people.
While they’d been gone, more people had arrived. Lust, greed, and other sins flitted through the air. Something was afoot; that much Carver knew. He sensed an oncoming storm and knew the farther away they were from this place the less they’d regret come morning.
Being away from Sera already felt wrong. He wanted to feel her skin on his skin, taste her mouth, her pussy once more. His head swam with thoughts of all the depraved things they could do to her—with her. He couldn’t wait to get home and show her their toys.
How the hell did humans go through life feeling all this desire without tearing themselves apart? He couldn’t understand how they managed to go through life with so many emotions rioting through them. Demons never allowed their emotions to get the better of them. And yet, one look from Sera and it felt like the sun had come out from behind some clouds and his heart would explode. Now that he had her he couldn’t let her walk away.
He sidled up to Thorn. “We need to set rules for this relationship, but I need to know if you’re going to stay.”
“I can’t let her go. There’s no way I’d leave.”
Carver felt relief sweep through him. His body relaxed and he released a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.
Thorn gave him a punch and laughed. “Worried I’d run off? Nah, Sera is exceptional. We could live a million years and never find someone like her. You find someone like that and you pursue her. You don’t run from her.”
“Exactly.”
They arrived at the dining room, which had been turned into a coat closet for all the guests. Carver handed over the stubs. “So how slow should we take it when we get home? Give her the tour, maybe make something to eat, and then get down to the fun? Or let her dictate what we do?”
“We’ll talk it over in the car. Right now we need to get her out of here. It’s interesting that no other panther shifters are here.”
Carver took a moment to gaze over the room and extend his sense. He only found Sera. None of her leap was in the room. “Think her mother sent out a blast to stay away?”
Thorn shrugged. “No idea. Just as long as she doesn’t interfere with Sera and us we won’t have to interfere with her and her plans. If she does, she’ll find out just how much influence we have in this town.” Cold determination filled Thorn’s winter-gray eyes.
“It’s up to Sera how things are handled as far as her mother is concerned.” Carver turned back to the attendant and accepted their jackets. Despite his words he did worry that Francine would press her daughter too hard and force Sera into a decision that would hurt her.
“Stop worrying. It will be fine.” Thorn accepted his jacket and shrugged into it.
“Why on earth did you bring that thing? You have a leather coat on.” Carver shrugged into his top and waited for Sera to join them.
“I thought it would snow. Last year those damn necro-worshippers fucked up their spells and almost turned things into blizzard conditions, remember? Wanted to be prepared.” Thorn didn’t button up the front; he just left it open as if daring the elements to touch him.
As Sera approached, her hips swayed with each step. A look of satisfaction lit up her face. A secret smile played on her lips. 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 against the sensitive skin, but every now and then, when the metal of his zipper rubbed against the crown, a shock wave of pain bit into him. He ignored it and kept going.
“Thank goddess, we’re home!” Thorn drove into the garage and put the car in park before opening the door and sprinting out of it.
> Carver sank back and blew out some air. He was so close to coming and yet grateful that he hadn’t. For a few seconds he didn’t move, willing the oncoming orgasm back. Once he was sure he could get of the car without disgracing himself, he climbed out and shut the door and followed his friend up the steps. He reached into his pocket and extracted the keys as Thorn guided Sera up the steps behind him.
“So we continue this party here?” She nodded toward their place. Lights blazed in arched windows.
“Yup. Damn, the hooligans have been here.” Thorn nodded to the large jack-o’-lantern they’d set out filled with candy. It was tilted over, the contents spilled out like the innards of the pumpkin once were.
Carver could only shake his head and unlock the entryway. “Yup. I’ll clean up the mess. Thorn why don’t you take our guest inside.” This would give Thorn some time with Sera and him a chance to think. His pants felt tight and uncomfortable, and his mind was swathed with the fog of need. The demon wanted to fuck, claim, and fuck some more.
It was better than at the house where it had almost broken out. Having sex before had sated it somewhat, but not by much. It still wanted out and Carver didn’t blame it. He bent down and righted the jack-o’-lantern before scooping up the contents and putting them all back inside. For a second he considered hexing the pail with a little demonic magic to deter it from happening again, but he thought better of it. Instead, he went inside and locked the door behind him.
When he entered he found Thorn stalling for time, giving Sera a tour of the first floor layout. The two of them stood by the fireplace.
“This wasn’t original to the house,” Thorn was saying. “We had that added during the renovation.”
Carver took a moment to watch them together. Sera gazed at the piece of architecture with interest while Thorn seemed to struggle for snippets of conversation. Carver could only smile. His friend was trying not to take things sexual without him. It was cute, really, but Carver doubted Sera was that interested in their redecorations.
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