Unholy Cravings

by Suzanne Rock

  He felt her body relax and knew that he had won the battle of wills. She might be telling him that she didn’t want sex, but he could feel her response to his touch. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

  “Okay.”

  Her words were like a dam breaking. Soren straightened and eased her back onto the bed, horizontal to the headboard. He leaned over her and sealed her promise with a kiss on the mouth. She lay still at first, but after a moment she wrapped her arms around his head and pulled him close.

  Soren’s deahman cried out in victory. Her resistance was already weakening. She was as good as his.

  Soren tore his lips away from her mouth and kissed a line along her jaw.

  “I love your skin,” he murmured against her.

  She groaned in response.

  “You taste so sweet, little one.” He continued to kiss down your neck. “I’m going to kiss every inch of this delectable body.”

  She wove her fingers through his hair, holding him close to her skin. Her groan was his only response.

  He palmed her breasts as he worked his way down. She arched her back, pressing them deeper into his hands. He rubbed his rough hands over her mounds, then pinched and rolled her sensitive tips between his fingers.

  “Soren.” She curled her fingers deeper into his head as her legs wrapped around his torso. Her scent drifted up and tickled his nose, making his cock harden.

  She liked being talked to, he realized.

  “I’m going to suck your wonderful breasts,” he said. “And enjoy my fill.” He worked his way down, kissing the top of each mound. “I’m going to drive you crazy with my tongue.” He removed his hand from one breast and flicked his tongue over the tip. She groaned and lifted her arms away from his head.

  He risked a glance up and saw her grip the headboard above her. He smiled and repeated his torture, first flicking her nipple with his tongue and then rolling it between his teeth. She groaned and thrashed, forcing him to hold her sides to keep her steady. He alternated between breasts, first nipping, then licking, then sucking them both into tight peaks.

  All the while he gauged her rising desire. If he felt it wane, he would adjust his movements. If he felt it rise, he knew that what he did pleased her and he did it again. Soon she was writhing like an animal beneath him.

  “Soren,” she whispered.

  “Yes, it’s me,” he whispered against her skin. “Never forget that it is I who am pleasuring you. It’s me who is making you feel this way.” He noticed that his voice sounded rough, like his vocal chords had been rubbed against sandpaper. He gave each of her breasts one last kiss, then continued downward.

  “Now I’m going to kiss this wonderfully smooth belly of yours.” He began a trail under her left breast, then worked his way down. With his hands, he hooked each of her legs and eased them off his body, allowing him to move more freely.

  “You have such a beautiful navel,” he said. She groaned as he flicked his tongue along the rim, then dipped it into her center. “Beautiful.”

  He risked a glance up and saw her looking down, watching him. “Your eyes are flickering red,” she observed.

  “Does it matter?”

  She smiled. “No, I like it.”

  “Good.” He reached her hairline and lifted her legs. “Open for me, little one.”

  She placed her feet onto the mattress, spreading her legs open to him. Soren groaned as his cock pressed painfully against his jeans.

  Her scent was intoxicating, her pussy so inviting. “Now I am going to feast on you until you fall apart in my arms.” He leaned forward and ran his tongue in between her folds.

  Tara gasped as he licked a ring around her opening. “Oh my goddess.”

  “No goddess, just me.” Soren did it again, then slid his tongue up and pressed it against her swollen nubbin. Tara shuddered and lifted her hips, trying to get closer to his mouth.

  Soren slid his hands underneath her and feasted. He licked her opening, then her clit, alternating between the two sensitive areas. He reached out and felt her desire rising, her body racing up toward that unseen goal. He moved faster, dipping his tongue inside her opening and tasting her slick channel. She tasted so good, like a ripe fruit. He couldn’t get enough of her.

  Tara tightened her fingers in his hair, holding him close. Soren glanced up and found her watching him. He doubled his efforts, venturing deeper into her channel, pressing harder against her clit.

  Tara moaned and whispered his name as he worked and he felt her race closer and closer toward her goal.

  He slipped one hand out from underneath her body and slid his finger along the outer rim of her opening. Around and around he moved as she bucked and groaned beneath him. Finally, when he sensed she was on the point of breaking, he stuck a finger deep inside her channel.

  It was enough. Soren felt her shatter. He groaned as he licked up her orgasm, using his finger and tongue to lengthen her pleasure as much as possible.

  When she finally drifted back into reality, he pulled away and crawled up over her body, his gaze focused on her.

  “Will you deny your attraction for me now?” he asked.

  She reached up and cupped his cheek. “No, Soren, I couldn’t deny you anything.”

  His inner deahman growled in appreciation.

  She slipped her hand down his neck, then his chest. Soren’s whole body tightened as she inched her fingers just inside his jeans. “But you must let me have control now.”

  It was a command, the one that Soren had been waiting for. His inner deahman howled with glee. Tara knew that he wouldn’t be able to find release without being commanded, so she’d provide it for him. It was why they were so perfect for each other.

  She sat up, and eased him back on the mattress.

  “Get on your back, Soren. It’s my turn now.”

  Soren felt the control on his inner deahman slip as he settled back on the bed. Tara climbed on top of him and slowly lifted up his shirt. He watched her as she bent over his body. He groaned as her hot tongue ran circles over his abdomen. Fuck, she was amazing. He propped himself up on his elbows, unable to tear his gaze away.

  She worked her way down to his belt buckle with agonizing slowness. Each dip of her tongue made it more difficult to battle his deahman for control.

  A low growl escaped his lips as she started to undo his belt with her teeth. The noise disturbed him with its animalistic sound, and it should have frightened her, but it didn’t. Instead she glanced up at him and smiled.

  “You like that, eh?” she asked.

  All he could do was nod. She took his breath away. The sight of her lovely frame as she undid the zipper of his jeans with her teeth almost made him come in his jeans.

  “I’ve been thinking about doing this again since I had you in the alley.” She placed a kiss on his lower abdomen. “A girl could get addicted to your taste, Soren.”

  He groaned as she hooked her fingers under his jeans and eased them down. He planted his feet on the mattress and lifted his hips, allowing her to remove the clothing completely. He settled back down on the mattress as she settled herself over him once more.

  She focused on his tattoo and Soren raised his brow as she followed the length of the snake over his outer thigh.

  “How did you get it?” she asked.

  “It’s the mark of an elite club.”

  “I figured. Donar has one too.”

  “Yes,” Soren felt a twinge of guilt over how he and Sparrow were chosen for a special ultra secret assignment over Donar, but then he pushed it aside. What happened at Venom was in the past. Even though he had trained for the mission, learning boating and scuba diving, the team was disbanded before the mission ever got off the ground. To this date, Soren didn’t know what they were going after.

  “It’s where I got my fear of heights.”

  “What happened?”

  The person he was assigned to kill had led him into a trap and Soren had been dumped over the balcony of an apar
tment. He fell six stories and should have died. If his brother hadn’t positioned a landscaping truck full of leaves underneath him, he would have. As it was, Soren was in the hospital for weeks after the fact. Soren owed his brother his life. It was a big reason why Soren was so loyal to him.

  He didn’t want to tell Tara of his failure, however. Some things were better left in the past. “I’d rather not talk about it.”

  “You’re a trained assassin, aren’t you?” she asked.

  “Yes, it was why we were chosen for Darien’s team. We’re killers, Tara. Does that scare you?”

  She flashed him a smile. “No, should it?”

  “No.”

  “I think it’s kind of sexy.” She turned her gaze back to his tattoo. “I want to taste it.”

  Soren opened his mouth to speak, but then shut it again. No one had ever wanted to taste his tattoo before. It was something new to him and rather appealing.

  He watched her ease down his legs to about mid-calf, where the snake’s tail ended.

  “This must have hurt.”

  “Not much.” Who was he kidding? It was the greatest pain he had ever had before his torture in hell. It was part of the initiation into Venom, however, and how the members identified each other in the field. No one knew all of the members of the team for their own safety. Soren had no idea how many of them were out there, and at this point, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the woman before him.

  Tara bent over his body and flicked her tongue over his calf. His nostrils flared, and he flexed his fingers. She looked up and smiled, then did it again. Soren felt his cock swell in response.

  “You’re going to have to tell me the whole story sometime, but not now.”

  “No, not now.”

  “I have more important things to focus on.”

  Soren swallowed as she leaned over his calf one more time. “More important?”

  “Yes, more important, like tasting this tattoo.”

  Soren moistened his lips as her tongue touched the end of the tattoo. She swirled her tongue around the end, then followed the long line of the snake’s body up his leg. Soren glanced at the tattoo head on his hip, located only inches away from his cock. He knew that was her destination. Would she linger on the snake’s head, or move over his and take his erection in her mouth?

  Images flooded back from their time together in the alley. He loved how her hot little mouth wrapped around his shaft, and how her fingers and tongue made him harder than ever before. More than anything he wanted to experience it again.

  Nothing was as expected with Tara, however. He had learned that much in his short time with her. He watched her slowly make her way up his leg and tried to enjoy the moment, but the anticipation was almost too much. What would she do when she got to the end?

  The tattoo wrapped around his leg and Tara shifted her body to get better access. Soren widened his legs and brushed his thigh against her breast. She stopped her advance and moaned at the contact. Then she continued, following the tattoo in a long, seductive line.

  Soren closed his eyes and focused on the sensation of her wet tongue on his skin. She felt so good, such a reprieve from the torture he had been through in the past few months. Heat trailed after her mouth, creating a hot line of desire that went straight to his cock. Pressure built at the base of his spine as anticipation filled the air between them. He opened his eyes as she reached the place where his leg met his hip.

  She swirled her tongue around the snake’s head, then pressed her lips against his skin. Soren groaned as heat flooded his body and desire roared in his veins. His cock ached and his inner deahman pushed against his consciousness. Soren held it back, but it was tough. The more aroused he felt, the more difficult it was to maintain control. He knew that he was fighting a losing battle, but he wanted to hang on and experience Tara as himself for as long as possible.

  “Just as I thought.” She raised her head and met his gaze. “Delicious.”

  Soren saw the fire in her gaze, felt her rising need. “I’m glad you liked it.”

  “There’s something else I like as well.”

  He raised his brows. “There is?”

  She nodded and shifted her body until she was directly over his erection. Never breaking eye contact, she leaned over and ran the tip of her tongue over his length, slowly going from root to tip.

  Soren hissed as she flicked her tongue over his sensitive head. Wow, that was incredible.

  “While your tattoo tastes good, this tastes better.” She repeated her motions, driving him mad with desire. Then she wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft, and slipped her mouth over his head.

  Soren lifted his hips off the mattress as she slid down his length, desperate to reach far inside her mouth. He was too big for her to take all of him, but she took enough. Soren closed his eyes and moaned in bliss as her wet heat surrounded him.

  Fuck, that was good. He closed his eyes and savored the moment, fully aware of how her heartbeat picked up, and how her hand trembled on his length. She was almost as aroused as he, and that made the experience even more intense. Nothing in the world was as good as this woman, this moment. As Tara moved up and down his length, Soren’s control on his inner deahman slipped and darkness filled his mind.

  Tara loved tasting Soren. She loved how she could feel him losing control and how his need for her rose. She moved quickly over his length, adjusting her movements so that he felt the maximum pleasure. She had a fleeting thought that what she was doing was wrong, but she pushed it aside. For now, she would give Soren what he needed.

  She felt his longing and it fueled her own. Her pussy ached as she worked over his length, and she began to imagine him slipping into her slick channel. To have all of that muscle over her, to feel the heat of his body and inhale his scent…

  She felt Soren thread his fingers through her hair, easing it away from her face. He was watching her. She sensed his eyes on her, his intense stare touching her soul. The urge to unleash her magic and bond with him overwhelmed her and she fought it back. Despite her longing, she knew that she would never be able to forge the connection. She had already done so with Donar.

  “Don’t hold back, Tara.” Soren’s voice rumbled like distant thunder. She looked up and met his gaze. His deahman was in control now. She could see the red in his eyes, and sense it in the darkness around his soul.

  She eased away from his cock. “Soren, I’m sorry. I—”

  “No!” The command was loud and primal and made her pause. He sat up and slid his hands down her arms, then gripped her biceps. “Give yourself to me, Tara.”

  “I can’t.”

  “Yes, you can.” He forced her off the bed and up against a nearby wall. “You want to, I can feel it.”

  “But I’ve already—”

  Soren’s grip tightened, pinning her against the wall. “I don’t care what you did with him. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is here. Now. Me.” To punctuate his point, Soren leaned in and took control of her mouth, kissing her until all of the air left her lungs.

  Then he tore his head away and rained kisses down her jaw and neck. He lingered on the place where her neck met her shoulder, nipping and licking her skin until her whole body hummed with need.

  “Soren.”

  “Yes,” he whispered against her skin. “Say my name again.”

  “Soren.”

  He inched down her body and took her breast in his mouth. It was rough and hungry, but Tara didn’t mind. She could feel his desperation, sense his plea. She wished that she could give him what he needed.

  She gasped as he raked his teeth over her sensitive tip. “Oh goddess, Soren.”

  He repeated the torture to the other side, plunging her mind deeper into a pleasurable haze. She laced her fingers through his hair, holding him close to her skin. What they were doing felt right and good, yet how could it when she was already bonding with another?

  “Don’t think, just feel.” Soren nipped her sensi
tive tip once more, sending sparks of pain over her skin. Her mind blanked as it ricocheted through her body, then groaned as he licked away the hurt.

  “Feel me, Tara.” He straightened and ground his cock into her lower abdomen. “Let it happen.”

  He was persuasive. Tara met his gaze. “I have bonded with another.”

  He grabbed her wrist and held her arm up between them. “You have started bonding with me, as well. Finish what you started, Tara.” He dropped her arm and flicked his gaze to her mouth. “I beg you.”

  He captured her lips in a hot, searing kiss. Tara’s mind swirled with desire as he drove his tongue inside her mouth, possessing her a little more with every caress.

  He was right, of course. Tara had two tattoos, not one. She had already started the bonding process with him, but each stage of weaving souls was more and more difficult and took a greater toll on the Iatros. Would she have the strength to see through what she started?

  She framed Soren’s face with her hands and gently eased him back. She looked deep into his eyes, past his deahman, past the darkness. She saw Soren’s hurt, his desperation to be with her, and knew that she had to try. Not only for Soren’s sake, but for her own.

  He’d fade away without her, and Tara didn’t know what she’d do if she lost him.

  Tara didn’t speak, she didn’t need to. Instead, she kissed him soundly on the mouth and let go the last of her control.

  It was as if a dam had burst. He growled against her lips as he moved his hands down to her ass. She wiggled closer, pressing her belly into his cock. He squeezed her backside, then lifted her into the air and pressed her against the wall.

  Tara wrapped her legs around his waist and concentrated on kissing him back.

  After a long moment, Soren tore his lips away and leaned his forehead against hers. “Position me.”

  She reached down between them and grabbed hold of his shaft. He groaned as she moved the head up against her opening.

  “Tara,” he whispered.

  She stroked his length. “It’s okay, Soren. I’m here.”