UnholyCravings (20 page)

“I’m going with you.” Donar wrapped his arms around Tara and
stood. Worry etched his features. “She has a pulse, but it’s weak. I think we
might be losing her.”

Soren’s jaw tightened as fear gripped his chest. He reached
out and ran his fingers over her cheek. She felt cold, too cold to be alive. “Her
body temperature is dropping.”

“I know. I’ll try to warm her up while you look around.”

Soren nodded and turned toward the cabin. “Come on, then, we
don’t have any time to waste.”

* * * * *

Samir groaned as pain stabbed through his skull. What the
hell happened?

He rubbed his temples and tried to sit up. The world dipped
and swayed as he fought for a sitting position. His whole body felt as if it
had been run over by a large truck. Images flashed through his mind.
Fighting.
Fire. Anisa.

He groaned as his memory started to return. He had tried to
stop Anisa from hurting Tara and those two men. In return, Anisa set fire to
the hotel room and her companion beat the crap out of him. Samir had tried to
get away, but then something smacked him on the back of the head and he blacked
out.

Samir slowly tried to take in his surroundings.
Bars.
He was surrounded by bars. It was also as hot as hell. Where the fuck was he?
If he ever got his hands on that little weasel Anisa liked to hang out with, he’d
tear him to shreds. Samir had no idea what kind of hold he had over his former
lover, but he swore one day that he’d break it.

Screams.
Someone was screaming. He squinted as his
eyes became adjusted to the dim light. He was in a warehouse of some sort. It
was dark and dingy. It smelled like something was burning. He tried to stand,
but then the ground started to sway. He clung to the bars and looked out around
him.

It appeared as if he was suspended off the ground. There
were multiple cages throughout the warehouse, each holding some type of
creature suspended over a large fire pit. Some of the creatures were screaming.

What was going on?

Far below, a door opened and a large, dark-haired man came
into view. He locked the door behind him and then moved over to a lever built
into the wall. Samir tightened his grip on the bars as the cage started to
move. It rotated with the other cages around the fire pit until it stopped high
above the man’s head. He looked vaguely familiar and Samir swore that he had
seen him before.

The man adjusted the lever and Samir’s cage swung out away
from the pit and lowered to the ground.

Once it hit the level surface, the man slowly walked over to
Samir.

“Who are you?” Samir asked when the man stopped in front of
the cage.

“My name is Urian, but you may call me master.”

Samir tightened his jaw. “No one is my master.”

The man stroked his dark goatee as he studied Samir. “We
shall see, my friend.” His eyes changed from black to crimson and he pulled
something out of his pocket. A shard. It glowed bright red.

Urian stared at the shard for a moment, then held it out to
Samir. He locked his gaze with Samir’s. “Touch it.”

Samir felt a strange compulsion to obey. Instead he spat at
the stone and met Urian’s gaze. “Go to hell.”

Urian laughed. It was a loud, full laugh, one that echoed
off the warehouse ceiling. From somewhere off in the distance, Samir heard a
high pitched bird-like scream.

“We are already there, my friend. Urian’s smile faded and he
stuck the stone through the bars. “Now touch it.”

His voice sounded more animal than man and suddenly Samir
was afraid, very afraid. “No.”

“Touch it.”

“Fuck off.” Nothing good ever came of magic, and Samir knew
this was no exception. He didn’t want any part of what this Urian was offering.

Urian pulled back the stone and muttered something Samir
didn’t understand. The cage door swung open and Urian stepped through.

“You are going to learn to obey me, slave.”

Slave?
“Get away from me.”

Urian crossed the cage and locked his gaze with Samir. “You’re
going to pay dearly for your insubordination.” He grabbed Samir’s hand.

Samir tried to throw a punch, but his free arm felt as if it
was full of rocks. He wiggled and twisted, but Urian was too strong. Odd that
someone so much smaller than him should have so much strength.

Samir tried to pry Urian’s fingers off his wrist, but they
wouldn’t budge.
What the…

Samir was bigger and more muscular than Urian. Why couldn’t
he move the man’s fingers?

Urian brought up the strange red shard and placed it in
Samir’s hand. “Feel the power of the
deahman
stone.”

Pain lanced Samir’s hand and quickly ran up though his body.
Samir screamed as something dark and evil tore apart his mind as if it was
paper and poured into his soul.

Chapter Seventeen

Donar tried to push aside his rising panic, but it was hard.
Tara was dying. He could feel it through their bond. They couldn’t let that
happen, no matter what the cost.

He followed Soren down into the cabin and was relieved to
find the layout very similar to the ship that they were just on. Donar rushed
Tara over to the bed as Soren dragged back the covers. Donar laid her down on
the soft mattress and covered her with a blanket.

“Go.” Donar shooed Soren off to look for supplies as he
began to undress her. Tara was cold and getting colder by the minute. He had to
warm her up quick, and the only thing he could think of was to offer her his
own body heat.

He stripped off his clothes and crawled into bed next to her,
knocking over one of those decorative bottles of scented oil in the process.
The aroma of vanilla filled the air, but Donar was too distracted to care. He
wiped his oily fingers on his legs and scooted up next to Tara.

She felt as colds as ice next to his skin. Donar buried his
face in her soft, black hair and ran his hands over her body in an effort to
warm her up.

“I can’t find anything.” Soren’s panicked voice rose up from
the other side of the room.

“Stop looking and come over here then. We need to warm her
up.”

“It was fucking stupid of her to stay and fight.” Soren
stripped and got into bed on the other side of her.

Stupid yes, but it was hot as hell. Donar had never seen
anything so sexy as Tara flying through the air with that anchor and a
murderous look on her face. Just thinking about it gave him a hard-on the size
of Mount Everest.

“Fuck, the bastard tore her wings.” Soren ran his fingers
over the tear. “I’m going to make him pay for that.” He bent over and kissed the
wound. The touch was so gentle, so loving, that Donar became even more turned-on
than before.

Donar ran his fingers over Tara’s cheek as helplessness rose
up from within. “Tell us how to help you, little one.”

Mine.

Donar blinked as his
deahman
rose to the surface.
She’s
hurt.

Take her. Mine.

Donar pulled his hand away in shock.
I can’t have sex
with her. She’s unconscious.

Soren leaned back and stared at the wound. “Donar, I think
you need to see this.”

Donar leaned over Tara and peered at the wound. “What about
it?”

“It looks better than it did just a moment ago.”

“You must be imagining things.”

“Watch.” Soren leaned forward and ran his tongue over the
tear. Then he leaned back and pointed to the wound. “See?”

Donar watched in stunned silence as the wound started to
close. “Well, fuck me.”

Soren grinned. “I think we’ve found a way to help her.”

Donar met Soren’s gaze. “I think we have.”

Together they moved their hands and mouths over her body,
searching for wounds and caressing each with their tongues and hands. Donar
kissed her forehead, her eyelids, then her cheeks, each time lingering and
making sure one wound closed before moving onto the next.

Slowly, her body began to warm. The mission faded from Donar’s
mind as desire pumped through his veins.

“I know this is going to make me sound like a bastard, but I
want nothing more than to fuck her right now,” Soren said.

“Me too.” Donar slid his hand over her breast. The
temptation was almost too much.

Tara moaned and shifted between them.

“Keep going, I think it’s working,” Donar said.

“We can’t fuck her while she’s unconscious.”

“She’s coming around.”

“Yes, but—”

Donar met his gaze. “Don’t you remember from our research?
An
Iatros’
energy comes from strong emotions. Emotions like lust.” He
moistened his lips as he squeezed her nipple. Darkness poured into his head as
his
deahman
awoke. “I don’t know about you, but my
deahman
craves
her.”

“Mine too.”

Take her.

Donar studied Tara’s face.
How are you doing, little one?
He mentally sent the message out to her, but didn’t really expect a response.

Tara opened her eyes and met Donar’s gaze. “Shut up and fuck
me,
deahman
.”

Donar stilled as Soren’s chuckle washed over him. “Well
then, I guess that settles it.”

Donar cupped her cheek with his hand. “Are you sure?”

Tara groaned and rubbed her leg against his. “You better let
your
deahman
loose, Donar, before he eats you up inside.”

Mine.

Donar closed his eyes and relaxed, letting his darkness rise
to the surface. He felt Soren do the same. Soon they were both touching and
kissing, marking every inch of her skin and branding her as theirs.

Tara moaned and moved between them, her eager body becoming
hot and wet with desire. Donar felt her increasing need. He harnessed it and
used it to fuel his own cravings.

After a moment, he looked up at Soren. “On your back, man.”

Soren glanced up at him, his eyes bright crimson. A lazy
smile spread out over his lips. “Yes, master.”

Donar watched Soren get on his back and realized that while
his inner darkness was at the surface, he still maintained a certain level of
control. He felt Tara’s presence as well, a white light that was small, but
becoming brighter with each passing second.

Donar pulled back the covers and revealed Soren’s long, hard
body. Soren’s cock jutted up into the air, strong and ready.

Tara turned toward him and began to stroke his length. Soren
closed his eyes and groaned as she moved her fingers over his skin.

Donar eased her legs apart and slipped his fingers through
her slick folds. “You’re nice and wet, little one.” He slipped a finger over
her clit, causing her to whimper in response. Such a beautiful sound. He could
listen to it all night.

“Up with you.” He placed his hand at the small of her back
and pushed her toward Soren.

Tara climbed on top of Soren and sheathed herself on his
length. Both of them groaned and Soren grabbed her waist and lifted his hips
off the bed, driving himself as far as he could go.

“You’re so tight,” he said.

“You’re so big.” Tara slid up his shaft and back down again.

Donar reached for the bottle of oil on the bedside table.
There was a little bit left. He dumped it onto his hands and coated his length.

Tara turned to him and held out her hand. “Come here,
master.”

Fuck.
She was perfect, all smiles and holding out her
hand. He stared at her for a brief moment, wanting to savor the sight before
him.

Then Donar let go of his cock and took her hand. “My
pleasure.” He kissed her palm and shifted until he was behind her. Then he
placed his hands over Soren’s on her hips and stilled her body.

“Bend over,” he ordered.

Tara shivered. “Yes, master.” She leaned over Soren and
placed her hands on the mattress on either side of his head.

“Now kiss her, hard,” he ordered.

Soren reached up and cupped her cheek. Then he dragged her
down and covered her lips with his own.

Donar grabbed the bottle of oil and ran his fingers along
the inside edges. Then he slid them over her spine and dragged them down over
her ass, creating long, intricate patterns of oil on her body. The aroma of
vanilla filled his nose and he knew that from now on, whenever he smelled that
wonderful scent, it would forever remind him of this moment. She felt so soft,
so smooth, so alive.

He slipped his hand between her ass cheeks and ran his
finger around her opening.

Tara lifted her head and moaned at the intrusion.

“Would you like me to take you there?” Donar asked.

“Yes, please.”

“Hurry, man. She’s so tight. I’m not going to hold out much
longer.”

Donar grabbed the bottle one last time and took what little
oil it had left. Then he ran his fingers over his cock and positioned himself
at her opening. Soren dragged her down and captured her lips once more. Donar
placed his hands over Soren’s on her hips and inched himself just inside her
opening.

“Ah, so tight.” He grunted as he pulled himself back, then
pushed himself a little further inside. “So fucking tight.” He worked back and
forth, moving slowly so as not to hurt her overly much. He wanted to drive hard
inside her body, but he managed to restrain himself. Finally, he moved past the
tight ring of muscle and slid himself home.

Donar groaned as his hips pressed up against her ass. He
curled his body around Tara and placed his hands on the mattress on either side
of her.

Soren tore his mouth away and began kissing her jaw and
neck. Donar kissed her back, working his way over every inch of skin. He couldn’t
get enough of her. She was so beautiful, so perfect. Her soft groans and
whimpers were like music to his ears. He wanted to lose himself inside of her
and never see the light of day again.

When the anticipation became too much, he straightened and
grabbed her hips. Soren followed his lead and put his hands around her waist.
Together they moved inside of her, slowly advancing and retreating to create
the maximum amount of friction.

Pressure built deep inside Donar’s lower abdomen. He began
to pump faster.
Mine.

He thrust again and again, each push winding him tighter,
increasing his urgency. He grunted each time his hips slapped against her ass.
It sounded so primal and erotic. Soren’s groans joined his. Tara moaned and
bucked between them, coaxing them faster. Donar complied, thrusting harder and
with more urgency. He watched Soren and Tara as he moved and protectiveness
welled up in his chest. These two were his to command, his to protect.
Mine.

He looked down and watched his cock as it moved in and out
of her body. It glistened with moisture and slid easily through her hole. In
and out, advance and retreat. Fuck, it was a beautiful sight.

He closed his eyes and focused on the building erotic
sensations in his body. Everything felt so intense, so right. Pressure grew
inside his lower abdomen and the base of his spine tingled. He was close, so
close. He pumped harder, faster, his moans mingling with Soren’s and Tara’s and
creating an erotic chorus.

Soren cried out, the primal noise filling the air around
them. Donar’s balls drew up and his thrusts became more erratic and primal. Tara’s
body shivered, then tightened around his length. He heard her cry, felt it
ripple through him. Then his world exploded and he spilled his seed deep inside
her soft body. Pleasure flowed through him and for a brief, wondrous moment, he
felt whole. Complete.

Eventually he drifted down back to reality. He slowed his
movements and ran his fingers over Tara’s back. “That was amazing.”

“I’ll say.” Soren dragged Tara toward him and gave her a
quick kiss. Then the three of them turned until they all stretched out on the
bed, Tara between them.

“Thank you.” Tara’s words touched Donar’s heart.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

She looked over her shoulder and smiled at him. “Much better,
thanks.”

“See? I told you that you could bind to both of us,” Soren
said.

Tara flashed in a frown. “It almost killed me.”

“But it didn’t,” Donar added.

Tara reached behind her and placed her hand on Donar’s hip. “No,
it didn’t. Thanks to the both of you.”

They lay there in silence, enjoying the moment. Slowly,
reality settled back over them.

“I wonder what happened to Nergal and Anisa?” Tara asked.

“Hopefully they drowned,” Soren said.

“I doubt it.” Donar shifted until he was on his back. “I
think we took them by surprise. They didn’t count on our bond, or on Tara’s
strength.”

“Or the shard,” Soren added. “We’ll have to get in touch
with Darien.”

“Darien made us all memorize his cell number in case we got
separated from our phones. I could give him a call,” Tara offered.

“You could check upstairs. I’m sure that they have some type
of communication device on this boat,” Donar said.

Tara shuddered. “I’ll get it.” She extricated herself from
the men and jumped out of bed.

Donar frowned. “You’re not afraid of the water anymore?”

She flashed him a smile as she wrapped herself in a throw
blanket. “No. I’ve learned that there are much bigger things to be scared of
than a little water.”

“You shouldn’t fear anything. We’ll protect you,” Soren
said.

She laughed as she tucked in the blanket around her breasts.
“I know.” She walked over and kissed the tip of his nose. “I’ll be right back.”

Donar couldn’t help but feel a stab of jealousy at the
affection she showed Soren. Tara made it about halfway to the door, stopped and
backtracked to the bed.

“What is it?” Donar asked.

“This.” She framed his face in her hands and forced his gaze
to meet hers. “You have nothing to be jealous of, ever.” She tilted her head
and covered his mouth in a hot, searing kiss.

Donar’s mind blanked with desire as she swept her tongue
into his mouth. The kiss was intense and he felt all of the passion in Tara
directed at him. His muscles went weak and desire surged through his veins.

Then she pulled away. “I’ll be right back.” She smiled and
disappeared from the room.

When the door closed, Soren sighed and rolled over onto his
back. “That’s a great woman we have there.”

Donar smiled. “Yes, she is.”

* * * * *

Tara scrambled around in the control area, searching for the
ship’s communication equipment. She found something that looked like a short
wave radio on the far side of the control panel. After pressing some buttons
and turning some knobs, she couldn’t even get static on the line. How did one
use this thing? Useless piece of junk.

She gave up on the radio and searched the different drawers
beneath the panel until she found what she was looking for.