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Authors: Selena Illyria
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a moment, Sera. See what I do when I’m alone and all I have are memories of you to keep me warm.” Carver circled first one nipple and then the other. Then he tugged on the circle of blackened iron that shot through his right nipple. Dual shots of electricity jolted straight to his groin. He groaned as his shaft jumped and his pants became tighter. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could take the tease without releasing his erection to relieve some of the ache.
He pulled on the thick peaks of his nipples, setting off a line of fire. His breath came out in pants, and his body felt as though he were lit up from the inside out. He felt feverish and on edge. His breathing was labored as he tried to take air into his lungs past the tightness of the collar around his neck. The seal on his back burned and throbbed in time with the beat of his heart.
To regain some sense of control, he closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath until his lungs burned, until he felt as though they would burst. The perfume of her arousal swirled within him, combined with his own and Thorn’s. The tautness of the choker faded away, and he could only focus on their mingling scents. The brand between his shoulders still hummed with energy but it was calm.
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
He pulled on the thick peaks of his nipples, setting off a line of fire. His breath came out in pants, and his body felt as though he were lit up from the inside out. He felt feverish and on edge. His breathing was labored as he tried to take air into his lungs past the tightness of the collar around his neck. The seal on his back burned and throbbed in time with the beat of his heart.
To regain some sense of control, he closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath until his lungs burned, until he felt as though they would burst. The perfume of her arousal swirled within him, combined with his own and Thorn’s. The tautness of the choker faded away, and he could only focus on their mingling scents. The brand between his shoulders still hummed with energy but it was calm.
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
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