Unholy Cravings

by Suzanne Rock

  Did she want to be bound together to Soren for eternity? It looked as if she didn’t have any choice. He had already entered her body. That meant that the process had already begun.

  The only thing left to do was to embrace it. She’d worry about the implications later.

  “She feels different,” Soren said.

  “Different how?” Donar asked.

  “Better… Shit, so much better.” He shuddered again and Tara felt a little of her magic drain from her body. A breeze blew threw the alley, leaving goose bumps on her skin.

  Soren inched forward, pressing her closer to the wall. Then he pulled back. The sweet friction heated Tara’s channel and caused her to moan. He moved with agonizing slowness, allowing them both to adjust to the new sensations.

  He was right, this felt better than any sex she had ever had in her life. Tara had heard that sex with a spirit-mate was better than regular sex, but she had no idea just how good it could be.

  The air around them heated, and the breeze picked up. Soren continued to thrust and retreat with agonizing slowness. She felt every inch of his cock rub up against the smooth muscle of her channel. She flexed her fingers, scraping her nails against the wall as Soren’s darkness seeped into her mind.

  With each push the darkness inched farther into her mind. She embraced it, knowing that this was part of Soren. If she was to be his mate, then she needed to accept all of him, both human and deahman alike.

  She tightened her muscles as Soren straightened, quickening the pace. Cool air brushed her back as he dug his fingers into her hips. Her magic built, eager to touch the darkness pushing its way through her body. She bent lower until their torsos formed an “L” shape. His thrusts became harder, more hurried. Tara’s cries filled the air as the pressure and need pumped through her veins.

  Tara opened up her wings and let it go. Light filled the alley and Soren cried out her name. She closed her eyes and widened her stance, allowing him to go deeper. Her spirit raced higher and higher, until she felt herself balancing on the edge of something vast and extraordinary. There she hovered until she felt a dark presence beside her. She touched it and felt Soren’s presence in her mind. She called out his name as they both toppled over the edge into oblivion.

  Tara had sex before, but nothing like this. The blending of emotions was an experience more intimate than sex, more prized than physical satisfaction. She embraced Soren’s emotions, his fear over what was happening, his hatred of the deahmans who made him, his awe over her body and magic. Wave after wave of emotion crashed through her and she took everything that Soren had to give.

  As his thrusts slowed, Tara felt herself drifting back to earth. The wind around them had died down and the light of her magic dimmed. She let out a long breath as Soren stopped and ran his fingers over her wings.

  “You’re incredible.” His voice was soft, but unmistakable. Tara warmed with the praise. She could feel his wonder, his amazement over what happened.

  “I can feel your emotions,” he said.

  “And I, yours.” She shivered under his caress. Touching an Iatros’ wings was the most intimate contact of all, even more intimate than touching her breasts or pussy. It felt right for Soren to touch them. He was a part of her now and she was a part of him.

  “Have you been satisfied?” Donar asked.

  “Yes, master.”

  “Good. You may stand aside.”

  Soren moved and Tara started to straighten.

  Slap. “I didn’t say that you could move.”

  Tara winced as pain burst from her backside. “I can’t?”

  Slap. “No. Soren has had his turn and now I want mine.”

  He sounded cold and clinical, but Tara knew that it was Donar’s darkness talking, not him. She saw the conflict in his bright eyes and the stiffness of his jaw. Donar was fighting his basic urges and losing. She had to try to help him. Tara couldn’t offer him what she offered Soren, but the deahman didn’t need the binding ritual to feed.

  She started to fold her wings into her back, but Donar placed his fingers along the rim, stopping her.

  “Leave them,” he said. “I want you to give me what you gave him.”

  “I can’t.” Once an Iatros started a binding process, there was no turning back. She’d forever be a part of Soren, and he’d be a part of her. It couldn’t be undone.

  “You can and you will.”

  He didn’t understand. Tears stung her eyes as pain rippled through her body. She wanted to. Sweet mother earth, she wanted to bind herself with Donar and help him deal with his darkness, but Tara didn’t think that she had it in her. Most Iatros didn’t have the power to bind one deahman, let alone two. Her magic had chosen Soren. It was finished.

  Slap. “Do you understand?”

  Tara thought of how Donar put himself in danger to save her and Soren back at the hotel. She thought of how his eyes shone bright with desire as she stripped for him. It didn’t feel right for her to give Soren everything and him nothing. He craved her and she craved him. That had to be worth something.

  “I’ll try, master.” Tara might not be able to bind her soul to him, but she could offer him an outlet for his lust and violence. She could offer him her body.

  Donar pressed his naked body up against her backside. She felt his thick cock press up against her backside. Despite just having sex, desire sparked in her lower abdomen once more.

  Donar eased her wings apart and curled his body over hers, just like Soren did moments before. “Now, my dear, you will come for me just like you did before.” He placed a soft kiss against her neck. “Only this time, you will feel much more pleasure.”

  Chapter Eight

  Tara shivered as Donar’s words echoed through her mind. Only this time you will feel much more pleasure. She believed him.

  There was something about Donar’s voice that made her want to obey his command. Donar had a firm hand, but also a softness that he kept hidden from people. She heard the thread of uncertainty behind the command. Even now, as he straightened and ran his trembling fingers down her spine, she felt his vulnerability.

  The knowledge made her want him more.

  He reached the curve in the lower spine, then slid his fingers down to her ass. She arched her back, pressing her flesh into his calloused palms. His touch felt so good, so right.

  “Are you ready for me, little one?” Donar asked as he slipped his fingers between her legs.

  Tara closed her eyes. She groaned as Donar inched his long, thin fingers through her damp folds.

  “I see that you are ready. This is good.” He eased both hands in between her legs and spread them apart. Then he moved away.

  “What are you doing?”

  Slap. Donar’s hand connected with her backside, sending a spark of pain to ride up through her torso.

  “Don’t question me,” he said. “Just feel.”

  She heard shifting behind her, and then Donar was underneath her. She looked down and saw him sitting on the pavement, his long, pale body taut and ready. She bit back a groan as her gaze focused on his cock. It was longer and leaner than Soren’s and she wondered how much farther Donar would reach inside her pussy when he finally entered her.

  And he would enter her. He had to.

  Donar reached up and squeezed her breasts. “So beautiful,” he muttered.

  She watched him lean up toward her chest. He moved slowly, giving her plenty of time to back away if she wished.

  She didn’t want to.

  He took her nipple into his mouth. Tara groaned as pleasure tingled through her breast and reached out through her body. He squeezed the mound as his tongue and teeth did wicked things to the sensitive tip. First he’d nip, then he’d lick, creating alternating sensations of pain and pleasure. It was perfect. Tara felt the world begin to fade away as the erotic sensations took hold of her.

  He moved from one breast to the other, repeating the same delicious torture. She wanted to reach down and thread her fingers into hi
s hair, hold him close to his skin. She didn’t dare move, however. Any movement would break the sexual tension that was building around them and erase the erotic spell he was casting over her body.

  He moved down from her breasts, kissing a trail along her soft abdomen. She began to wiggle under his touch. He was going so slow…

  He reached up and slapped her ass. “Don’t move, or I’ll have to punish you.”

  The punishment was tempting, especially if it involved more spankings, but Tara didn’t want his kisses to end. She tried to hold herself still as he continued the slow, deliberate path toward her mound.

  When he reached her hairline, he grabbed her hips to hold her steady, then used his tongue and teeth to lick and nip a line along the edge of her mound. Tara groaned and curled her fingers, digging them against the brick and mortar of the wall in front of her. Her body filled with so much tension, so much anticipation, that she felt like she was going to explode from the pressure.

  Then he shifted lower until he was directly under her pussy. This was it, the moment she was waiting for…

  He blew over her opening. His warm breath rushed against her, causing her skin to tingle. She wiggled with anticipation.

  Slap. “I said don’t move.”

  “But…”

  “But what?”

  Tara opened her eyes, looked down the length of her body and met his questioning gaze. He looked so sexy, sitting there naked beneath her. His eyes had turned bright red and his cock appeared strong and ready.

  “I want…” The words stuck in her throat. What did she want?

  She wanted everything from this man. Everything he had to give and more.

  “What do you want, Tara?” he asked.

  Her mind filled with all kinds of erotic images. Pictures of her and Donar, then her, Soren and Donar together. She wanted so much from these men, but would they be willing to give her what she needed?

  “Do you want this?” Donar reached up and ran his tongue through her folds.

  “Yes.” The word came out as a hiss as pleasure surged through her body. Tara closed her eyes and bent her legs slightly, pressing her body closer to his waiting mouth.

  Donar slid two fingers through her folds, then spread them apart, revealing more of her opening to the cool air. She shivered at the new sensation. Then Donar dipped his tongue between her folds and ran it along the edge of her opening.

  She groaned at the intimate contact. He felt so good, so right. Her world dimmed until her entire focus was on the man beneath her.

  Around and around he went, tracing her opening with her expert tongue. Tara tightened the muscles in her channel, hoping to drag him deeper into her body. He evaded her, preferring instead to tease the outer rim.

  He slid his tongue up over her slit and pressed it against her sensitive bundle of nerves. Tara gasped as pleasure vibrated out through her torso. Her clit was so sensitive, so swollen, that the gentle contact set her nerve endings on fire.

  “You taste so wonderful, Tara. I want to feast on you when you come. And you will come for me, Tara.”

  He flicked her sensitive nub once more.

  “Yes, master,” she whispered.

  He continued to torture her clit as he slid one finger inside her core. Pleasure vibrated up her body, causing Tara to shake with need.

  Donar slowly retreated, the sweet friction making her groan.

  He repeated his torment, pushing his finger deep inside her opening while he massaged her clit with his tongue. Tara felt lightheaded as pleasure surged. Again and again he tortured her, thrusting his finger into her pussy with a steady pace. Each time he entered, her muscles tightened and the sweet friction sent ripples of desire through her system.

  He exchanged one finger for two, then two for three. Soon, Tara was bucking against his face, riding the wave of longing and need.

  She heard him groan against her. He shifted from her clit to her slit and back again, tasting the moisture that collected there. The pressure built, and she raced toward that unseen goal.

  “Now, Tara. Come for me.”

  She cried out Donar’s name as her orgasm crashed over her body. Intense pleasure consumed her, and her whole body shook. Donar shifted to her slit and drank her orgasm. His moans of delight heightened her pleasure until she felt as if she was flying.

  The orgasm was strong, similar to the one she had with Soren. It made her feel invincible. Tara wondered if it was because Donar had made her hold back, if it was because she was following his commands.

  As his movements slowed, Tara felt herself float back to earth. She turned her head and caught Soren’s gaze. He still held his long, thick cock before him as if it was a sword.

  Tara slipped her gaze down to Soren’s claves, then traced the long snake tattoo on the side of his leg. It wrapped around a long sword that ran along his thigh. The snake head was turned up toward his navel, and right above it, she saw a heart branded on his skin.

  The tattoo wasn’t there before. It was the mark of their first joining, the brand signifying that they had started the process to become spirit-mates. Each time they have sex more of the tattoo will fill in. When they became one in spirit, the tattoo would finish. For the rest of their lives, they’d both carry an external mark of their joining, announcing to the world that they were one.

  Was that why she felt the need to serve Donar? Was she actually feeling Soren’s need to please his master?

  Maybe it was part of it, but the thought didn’t feel completely right. She had the urge to follow Donar’s orders long before she started bonding with Soren. Maybe she and Soren were more alike than she originally thought.

  “Soren, come here.” Donar’s commanding voice filled the alley.

  Tara inhaled as Soren’s excitement filled her mind. What did Donar have in mind?

  “It is time to finish the feeding. You may stand in front of Tara.”

  Soren walked to the wall and then took Tara by the wrists. He helped her to straighten, and then massaged her hands. Within moments he dropped his gaze to her mouth.

  “There’s something about you…” He pressed his lips against hers. The kiss was soft, almost reverent. He gently urged her to open to him. She did. He entered her mouth, exploring. Even though she had just had two orgasms, Tara felt the desire building inside of her once more.

  Soren’s fingers curled into her head and Tara realized what he wanted from her. He nudged her down and she obeyed. Tara bent over until her head was level with Soren’s cock. It was slightly shorter than Donar’s, but thicker. She moistened her lips as she grabbed the base of his shaft in her hand.

  “Ah, this is good.” Donar stepped up behind her and placed his hands on her hips. “You please us, little one.”

  His voice contained the low, abrasive sound of his deahman, but she also heard his underlying eagerness. Donar reached in between her legs and ran his finger through her folds. “You’re very wet.”

  “Wet for you,” she said.

  His hands trembled over her skin. “You’re amazing,” he whispered. It wasn’t the voice of the deahman who spoke, but the more human side of Donar. She heard his awe, his yearning. He didn’t believe that she could want someone as damaged as him. He couldn’t be more wrong.

  Donar positioned the tip of his cock against her opening. “Go ahead, little one, take him.”

  Tara moistened her lips once more, then took his erection inside her mouth. She slid slowly down his shaft, moaning as his salty taste exploded across her tongue.

  “Fuck.” Soren threaded both hands through her hair and held her head close to his body.

  Donar eased forward, guiding himself through her slick channel until his hips pressed flush with her backside.

  “This is how it should be,” Donar said.

  “Yes,” Soren replied. “It feels…”

  “Exquisite,” Donar said.

  “Perfect.”

  Tara agreed. There was something about being with both men at the same time,
knowing that they both found pleasure in her body and hers alone, that warmed her to the core. This was better than sex with Soren, better than Donar pressing his tongue against her clit. Two men were definitely better than one.

  Tara started to work over Soren’s shaft. Donar retreated, then thrust once more. Back and forth, advance and retreat. The three of them worked in unison as the sexual tension in the air increased. Tara felt Soren’s rising need and Donar’s struggle for control. Once again a breeze picked up in the alley, scattering leaves along the pavement.

  Darkness poured through her body. Soren’s darkness and another presence. Donar. She recognized the dominating presence in her mind.

  The pressure in her body continued to build until Tara could no longer hold back. She released her wings and felt a surge of power leave her body.

  Donar cried out and thrust harder, faster. Soren groaned and performed shallow thrusts inside her mouth. Tara’s longing built and she started to race toward that unseen goal.

  She widened her stance, allowing Donar to go deeper. Each push made her body shake. Her mind blanked and her skin tingled. She was climbing closer…closer…

  “Tara.” Donar grunted as his thrusts became deeper. He grabbed her wings and pulled them back toward him, riding her as hard as he could. Before she knew what she was doing, she embraced his dark presence. Magic poured out of her wings, through his hands, then his arms. She felt it spread through his body just as his darkness had filled her mind. The two magics swirled together, mixing into a bond that would last a lifetime.

  She grabbed Soren’s cock with both hands and focused on giving him pleasure. Up and down his shaft she moved. She felt his cock jerk and fresh precum wet the tip. Soren was close.

  “Now.” Donar’s voice slapped through her body and it responded instantly. She came hard and fast, her body filling with ecstasy as Soren’s own orgasm filled her mouth. She drank it, reveled in it. And then with a mighty cry, Donar filled her with his own release.