Unholy Cravings

by Suzanne Rock

  Slap. “Say my name.”

  “Donar.”

  “Good. He trailed his fingers over her backside. “Very good.” He slipped them down between her legs, then ran them through her damp folds.

  Tara groaned and arched her back, eager for more.

  “If I’m too rough, you will say my name and it will stop, do you hear?”

  Tara closed her eyes and moaned as he slid his fingers through her folds.

  “Do you hear me?” he asked.

  His touch felt so good. She imagined Donar sliding his cock into her channel and stretching her muscles, then pushing himself so deep that his hips pressed flush against her backside.

  Slap. Pain exploded across her ass, then vibrated up her spine.

  “Did you hear me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Repeat it to me.”

  “Say your name and it will stop.” Tara couldn’t imagine ever doing such a ridiculous thing.

  “Good.” He soothed the spot where he had hurt with his fingers. His touch felt almost magical. Desire poured from his fingers and filled her body, giving her a sense of urgency.

  “You are to call me master otherwise.”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?” He slapped her again.

  “Yes, master.”

  “Very good.”

  Tara groaned as pain swirled with pleasure. It was such a heady mix. Both emotions fought for dominance, creating a swirl of sensation inside of her body. She heard some shuffling behind her, then saw Donar’s clothes fall to the floor beside the counter.

  She felt something hard and plastic slip in between her folds. “What’s that?”

  The object was immediately removed. Slap. Once again pain vibrated through her body, numbing her mind and allowing her to focus more fully on the moment.

  “You should always trust me.” Slap. “Never question.”

  “Yes.” Tara arched her back and raised her hips, eager for more.

  “Yes what?” Slap.

  Tara groaned as the object struck her low, close to her pussy.

  “Yes what?” he repeated. Slap.

  “Yes, master.”

  He ran his hands over her backside. “You like that, don’t you?”

  “Yes, master.” She whimpered as he pulled away his hand.

  “Then I shall give you more.” Slap. Slap.

  The object hit her backside with a steady rhythm. With each strike, Tara’s world blurred more and more. She groaned and closed her eyes, focusing on the pain. She tumbled deeper inside of herself until her senses heightened. She felt her breasts jiggle with each impact, the catch in her breath as pain exploded across her skin. Moisture filled her channel and a primal need rose in her core. She moved up on her tiptoes, eager for him to hit her faster, harder.

  Somehow, he knew what she craved. He increased the rhythm, his blows vibrating through her body and leaving her breathless. She heard his grunts, felt his eagerness. For the moment, the world faded away until there was nothing left but her, Donar, his deahman and this moment. She never wanted it to end.

  When he finally stopped, Tara was sore and needy. She wanted him to fill her, to feel his hips slap against her ass just like the object.

  She heard something clatter to the floor.

  “Now I will have you.” Donar sounded just as breathless as she felt. He rubbed his hands on her backside, easing away the hurt. “You’re such a delightful pink.” He kissed first one cheek, then the other. Tara groaned as pleasure rippled through her body, making her feel weak.

  Then he straightened and positioned himself against her opening. His head slid through her folds and inched just inside her body.

  “Ah, you’re so wet, my sweet. Wetter than you have ever been before.”

  “Yes, master.”

  “You want me, don’t you?”

  “Yes, master.”

  “Then you shall have me.” With one giant thrust, Donar speared himself inside her channel, filling her to the hilt. The loud slap of flesh on flesh filled the room and Tara groaned as her muscles stretched to accommodate him.

  “Open your wings for me.”

  Tara pushed her wings up and out the slits in her back, allowing them to unfold behind her. The room filled with light and color so bright that she had to squint against it.

  “So beautiful.” Donar ran his fingers over her wings, causing her to shiver.

  He eased one of her wings back and slid his tongue along the rim. Tara groaned as desire spiraled up through her body and made her tremble with need.

  “I want you to come for me,” he said. “I want you to come hard and fast.” He repeated the delicious torture to the other wing. As sense of urgency washed over her, and she tightened her core muscles around his cock.

  “Yes master.”

  He traced each wing with agonizing slowness, making sure to hit every inch, every dip and crevice. It was almost as if he knew how much she loved to be touched there.

  Of course he knew, she thought. He could feel her emotions.

  Tara closed her eyes and gave herself over to the erotic sensations. To have him fill her, then to touch her so intimately, was the erotic experience of a lifetime. Never before had she felt so in tune with another person, so connected. When he finally pulled away, she whimpered in protest.

  “Ah, my little one, now the fun begins.” He grabbed her hips, his nails digging into her flesh.

  Before Tara realized what he was doing, he pulled back and then thrust hard, touching her deep inside her core. Tara shuddered as heat and need filled her lower abdomen. He retreated and advanced again, this time thrusting a little harder than before.

  “Fuck, Tara, you feel so good.” He repeated his movements again and again, building a steady rhythm.

  Tara blanked her mind to everything but his movements. She focused on how their bodies came together and how their scents mingled. Soon a light breeze caressed her skin, just like it did back in the alley. Then something dark passed through her mind.

  Mine.

  It was Donar’s deahman, she could tell. She reached out for it, dragging it closer.

  Mine, she said back.

  The deahman purred with pleasure. Donar groaned as he moved, his voice adding to her longing. Soon Tara was moving with him and their bodies came together with urgency. The wind picked up and began to swirl around her. She was close, she could feel it.

  Donar’s thrusts became faster, more needy. He tightened his fingers into her flesh and thrust harder, each push filling her with more and more emotion.

  Then she felt him explode. He let go of her hips and grabbed her wings, crying out as he filled her with his seed. Darkness filled the air, calling to her, urging her to follow.

  She did. Her orgasm raced through her as though it was a waterfall, pouring pleasure into every muscle, every pore. She tightened her grip on the counter and cried out as magic poured from her body, meeting the darkness in the air above. Power and light filled her and she felt as if she was floating on air. The darkness seeped into her skin and penetrated her mind. She sensed his pleasure, his wonder. She embraced the new connection and let herself enjoy the moment.

  When his movements finally slowed, Tara loosened her grip on the counter and opened her eyes. Sex had left her weak and shaken. The drain on her power was enormous and she felt as if she had been run over by a truck.

  Donar eased out of her body and helped her to straighten. She teetered on her feet as exhaustion overcame her. He gathered her in his arms and brought her back to the king-sized bed. He laid her down there on the mattress and then climbed in beside her. Tara smiled as he sprawled out behind her and spooned her body.

  That was amazing, he thought.

  I know.

  He raised his head from the pillow and looked at her. “You can read my mind?”

  She ran her fingers over his arm. “Yes, our minds are blended now.”

  Cool. He rested his head on the pillow and buried his face in her hair.<
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  You feel at peace, she thought after a moment.

  I am. This is perfect. You are perfect.

  They lay there for a time, neither of them wanting the moment to end. Then Donar ran his finger over the base of her neck. Your tattoo has changed.

  I know, yours has too.

  He withdrew his hand. The heart grew vines.

  It’s because our minds are blended. The tattoo will finish once we blend our spirits.

  Let’s do it now.

  She smiled. My magic is too weak right now. We’ll have to wait.

  He tightened his grip. Okay then, we’ll wait.

  Tara took his hand from around his waist, drew it up, then kissed his palm. Then she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Soren sat down in the small armchair beside Tara’s bed and watched her sleep. Even though the thick comforter was pulled over her body, he could still see the outline of her curves. He ran his gaze over her as a primal need surfaced deep inside of him.

  Mine.

  He tore his gaze away and took a deep breath. Not his. If what he heard earlier was any indication, then she had sex with Donar. He should have expected it. Donar had always been more dominant in the relationship. Women liked that kind of thing. Soren had just hoped that…well, it was a foolish thought anyway.

  Now, according to Donar, he and Tara were mated, or close to it. The tattoo she carried at the base of her neck matched the one Donar had shown him earlier. The man had been so happy, so content. It tore Soren up watching him.

  Even now, sitting here watching her, Soren wasn’t sure what he was more upset about—not participating, or not being able to watch.

  His mind drifted back to the alley, back when he watched Donar lose himself in Tara. The sight was so erotic, so beautiful. Then Donar invited him to participate. The opportunity to share such a beautiful woman as Tara with Donar was heaven.

  Now Donar wanted her all to himself. At least it seemed that way. Tara had chosen Donar over him and Soren wanted to know why. Why choose when they were so great together as a threesome?

  Before his trip into hell, Soren would have never even considered a permanent threesome. Sure, Donar and he had shared women before, but that was just sex. Being with Tara was so much more. Donar and Tara were special to him and he couldn’t understand why Tara had shut him out.

  She can only bind with one of us, man. I’m sorry. Soren wiped a tear from his cheek with the back of his hand. Fuck. Donar had promised that he and Tara would do everything within their power to help him with his deahman. He didn’t want their help. He wanted to be a part of what they were sharing.

  Why did she choose Donar over him?

  Tara shifted on the bed, scattering his thoughts. She opened her eyes, then rubbed the sleep out of them. “Where’s Donar?”

  Soren’s heart lurched at the mention of his twin. He pushed it aside. “He couldn’t sleep and went upstairs. We’re anchored in a cove for now, so we don’t have to rely on his boating skills.”

  “We’re close to land?”

  “Yes. Donar told me about your fear.” He hesitated for a moment. “I can relate.”

  “I know.” She smiled and, sweet goddess, it struck a chord in his heart. “I was there when you climbed out the window of our hotel room, remember?”

  “We need to talk,” he said.

  Her smile disappeared. “What’s wrong?”

  “You can tell something’s wrong?”

  “I can sense your emotions, remember?”

  He nodded. “But you can read Donar’s mind and he can read yours.”

  “Ah, so that’s what this is about.”

  “It’s right that you chose him. Donar will be a good mate for you.”

  She sat up and swung her legs over the bed. Her long, creamy calves poked out from underneath the bedspread. He imagined his tongue sliding along her skin, her taste filling his mouth.

  Soren swallowed the lump in his throat and shifted in his chair to relieve some of the pressure in his groin.

  “It wasn’t like that.” She leaned forward and took his hand. “I can feel the dark presence within each of you. You’re both suffering. Out of the two of you, I can tell that Donar’s deahman is stronger and is giving him more torment. He needs help more than you.”

  “You’re saying that I have better control?”

  “Yes.”

  “So you are punishing me for being more in control.”

  “Don’t put words in my mouth.”

  “I’m just telling it like it is.” This was getting him nowhere, fast. He could already feel her shutting down. He decided to try a different tactic.

  Soren ran his finger over the heart tattoo on her forearm. “If he is your mate, then why do you carry this?”

  She glanced down to where he indicated. “I don’t know. Iatros don’t bind their souls with more than one mate. It just isn’t done.”

  “Has anyone tried?”

  “I don’t know. There’s a rumor that it was done once, a long time ago, but there’s no proof and no one has ever bonded two tainted humans before.”

  “Then how do you know it can’t be done?” He leaned forward in his chair. “It’s possible, I’m sure of it.”

  “Soren.” She shook her head. “I don’t think so.”

  “Why won’t you even try?”

  “Even if it is possible, I’m not strong enough to heal both of you.”

  “But you come from Ireland. Our research says that Ireland is a stronghold for magical abilities.”

  “For some, yes. It is a place of old magic and much of it is forgotten. Someone from there might be powerful enough to manage it, but not me.”

  “So you’re giving up before you have even begun.”

  “Soren…”

  “No, don’t Soren me. I don’t understand.” He grabbed her forearms. “Make me understand, Tara.”

  “I-I’ve failed at everything I’ve done, okay?”

  “What?” He let go of her and leaned back. “What are you talking about?”

  She sighed. “I’m an abomination of my kind. I’ve managed to screw up every assignment I’ve been on.”

  “That can’t be true.”

  “It is. I’ve let the enemy slip away, and I’ve lost important documents.” Tears welled her eyes. “I’ve let an FBI team descend into hell and get captured, and I’ve led a group of deahmans to the only two witnesses alive who could help us defeat the deahmans.”

  “You’re wrong.”

  “My magic is unreliable at best. I’ve tried to heal both you and Donar and have failed. I’ve tried to carry you from the building, but my magic couldn’t hold you.”

  “You brought us to safety.”

  “We were both lucky that we didn’t break our necks.”

  “We didn’t, though.” He leaned forward and brushed his fingers over her neck. “You brought us to safety. You have used your throwing stars to save our lives. We’d both be dead if it wasn’t for you.” He flicked his gaze up from his fingers to meet hers. “You’re strong enough, Tara. I know you are. All you need is a little confidence.”

  She covered his hand with her own. “I can’t, Soren. I’m sorry.”

  He stared at her for a long moment in silence. “I don’t care, I don’t need your healing.” He could feel his deahman pacing inside his head. It wanted Tara just as much as he did.

  “It has already happened, Soren. You can’t change the past.”

  Soren saw the tears tumble down her cheeks and felt her affection. It confirmed what he had already suspected. She cared about him. Perhaps not as much as he cared for her, but it was something.

  He slid his finger over her wrist. “You can change the future, though.”

  She covered her hand with his. “No, Soren. I’m just not strong enough.”

  He met her gaze. “I refuse to believe that.”

  “It’s true.”

  “If you really chose Donar over me, t
hen why aren’t you looking for him? Why are you instead trying to soothe me?”

  She blinked at his accusation. “I-I don’t know.”

  “If everything’s set in stone, then why do I feel your desire? You told me that Iatros only desire sex with their mates.”

  “The desire is strongest with mates, but it is possible to feel lust for another. It just isn’t as strong.”

  “Is your desire for me strong?”

  She stared at him in silence and he knew the answer.

  “As strong as your lust for Donar?” He leaned forward until his lips were inches from hers. “You can do this, Tara. Try. For me. For us.”

  Silence spread between them as Tara glanced down at his mouth. “I don’t know,” she whispered. “I’m weak.”

  She didn’t deny what she felt for him. Soren’s heart soared. As long as she didn’t turn him away, there was still a chance. All he had to do was to prove to her that he was meant to be with her just as much as Donar.

  Soren pressed his lips against hers. She felt soft and yielding. His inner deahman roared as he tilted his head and deepened the kiss. She immediately responded, parting her lips and inviting him to explore. He took advantage. Soren swept his tongue over hers and her taste filled his mouth. She was so sweet, so perfect. A man could lose himself in a woman like this and never come up for air.

  She responded to his touch. Their tongues danced and her soft moans were like music to his ears.

  After a moment, she raised her hands and placed them on his chest and gently pushed him back. “We can’t do this anymore, Soren. I belong to Donar now.”

  “No.”

  “Soren, don’t do this.”

  He reached up and grabbed her wrists. “No, I refuse to believe that you have to choose. You would not have two tattoos otherwise.”

  Tears brightened her eyes. “Please, Soren.”

  His whole body tightened with frustration. “Then let me serve you.”

  “Serve me?”

  “I will give you everything I have, everything I am. If you can still deny me after all of that, then I will walk away and never bother you again.”

  Another tear rolled down her cheek. “Soren, don’t torture yourself.”

  “Is it me who will be tortured or you?” He caught her tear with his thumb and brushed it away. “Give me a chance, Tara.” He kissed her cheek where the tear had just fallen. “Just one chance, that’s all I ask.”