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  “Really?”

  “Really.”

  The woman did it again. “My name’s Tara, by the way.”

  Donar opened his eyes and looked at her. Tara?

  “I just thought you should know because…you know.” She stroked him again, setting off tingles at the base of his spine. “I just thought you might like to know.”

  He stared at her for a moment, trying to think of what to say. “My name’s…” Fuck, what was his name?

  “Donar, I know.”

  Donar? Yes, the name sounded right. He couldn’t remember how he got here or who this lovely woman was before him, but at the moment he didn’t really care.

  “Take off your bra,” he said.

  “What?” She stopped her movements.

  “I want to see you—all of you.”

  She sat up and looked at him for a moment. “You’re serious.”

  “Yes.” He was deadly serious. It had been a long time since either he or his deahman had seen a good set of breasts, and something told him that these would be exceptional.

  She reached around behind her and undid the strap. “No one has ever looked at me like that before.”

  “Looked at you like what?” Donar dragged his gaze back up to her face.

  “Like they wanted to eat me.”

  He grinned. “Would you like that?”

  “Maybe.”

  “Then take off your bra.”

  She slowly slipped the straps from her shoulders and let the fabric fall to the mattress.

  “Lovely.” Donar fought the urge to touch them, to bury his face in all of that milky-smooth skin. Control. “Take off your pants.”

  “My-my pants?”

  “Yes.” Pain shot through his head and he gritted his teeth. Damn deahman. It was gaining the upper hand. He had to hurry.

  Donar let his gaze roam down to the small silver ring in her navel. “Take them off, Tara.”

  Tara shivered at the mention of her name. She slid off the bed, unhooked her belt, and let her jeans slide down to the floor. Donar’s mouth ran dry as he saw the small patch of neon-purple that sat between her legs. He wanted to tear off her thong with his teeth and make her scream with pleasure. Soon…

  Another blast of pain sliced through his skull, causing him to wince.

  “Are you okay?” she asked.

  “I’m fine. Continue.” He moistened his lips as she bent down and undid her boots. She slipped them off easily, one by one, then kicked off her pants. Then she straightened and hooked her thumbs into the straps of her thong.

  “Stop,” he commanded as another blast of pain stabbed through his body. He fought the urge to curl up into a ball and whimper.

  She looked up at him with a curious gaze. “Did I do something wrong?”

  Oh no, she did everything right, that was the problem. He wiped a bead of sweat from his brow and tried to gain back control from his deahman.

  “Turn around.” His voice sounded strained. He wasn’t surprised, considering the war going on inside his body.

  She held her hands out to the side and slowly turned around. The material was thin and see-through. Tiny threads wrapped around her hips and dipped between the cheeks of her ass. Have mercy.

  When she completed a rotation, she lowered her arms. “Do you like what you see?”

  “Yes.” A little too much. He was succumbing to his emotions and his deahman was taking control. He had to send her away for her own protection, but Donar couldn’t bring himself to dismiss her.

  “Come here.”

  She took his hand and climbed up onto the bed next to him. Their gazes locked.

  “Aren’t you scared?” he asked.

  “No.”

  “You should be.” He flicked his gaze to her mouth. “I am losing control.” He inched closer. “You need to run.”

  “I can help you.” She tilted her head to the side, her own gaze lowering to his mouth.

  “You’re a fool.”

  “We’ll see about that.”

  He closed the last few inches of space between them and covered her mouth. The kiss started soft and gentle, but soon turned hot and possessive. The more he tasted, the more he wanted. His mind numbed, blocking out the world around him and focusing on her taste, her scent.

  She looped her arms around his neck and threaded her fingers through his long, blond hair. He ran his tongue over the seam of her lips, coaxing her to open. She did, and it was if heaven itself had parted its gates for him. He slipped into her mouth and started to explore.

  Cherries, she smelled of cherries. Donar groaned as her scent mingled with her sweet taste and invaded his senses. He felt himself slipping deeper and deeper into the moment, his control fading a little more with each brush of her tongue.

  He closed his eyes and cupped her breasts, palming them in his large hands. She groaned as he squeezed and pressed, testing their weight. They were perfect. He moved his rough palms over her nipples, delighting when they pebbled against his skin. She moaned and wiggled a little closer, her fingers curling deeper into the back of his head.

  “You’re not thinking of giving him all of the attention now, are you?”

  Donar pulled away from Tara and hissed at the man in the bed next to him.

  “Soren,” the woman said.

  Soren. The name sounded familiar. The man’s face hardened as he looked at Donar. Something lighted his eyes—recognition? He cast his gaze toward the mattress.

  “I’m sorry, master.” Soren’s hands trembled with fear. Yes, it was fear. Donar could taste the man’s emotions on the air, feel them as if they were his own.

  Master. His deahman’s wrath changed to a purr of approval. It recognized the monster within the man next to him on the bed and wanted to share the woman with him.

  “You can share, if you wish.” Donar didn’t say the statement, his deahman did, but nevertheless, Donar felt right about it. He sensed that he had shared women with this man before. There was a bond between them that seemed familiar, like home.

  “Share?” Tara looked from one man to the other, her eyes wide.

  “You do not wish to taste us both?” Soren asked.

  “I-I don’t know.” She looked from one to the other.

  “We crave,” Donar said. Or rather, his deahman said through him. With each passing second, Donar’s control was slipping. To make matters worse, he had stopped caring. If letting his deahman take control would get him inside this woman faster, then so be it. There was a need burning inside of him, one that only the woman before him could satisfy.

  “You what?” She turned to face him.

  “It has been a long time since we’ve fed,” Soren said.

  “And we won’t be denied.” Some distant memory flickered through Donar’s mind. His deahman had fed like this with Soren’s deahman before. It seemed right that they would do so again, just so long as Soren’s darkness understood that Donar’s deahman called the shots and the woman belonged to him.

  Donar sat up and inched closer to her on the bed. Her scent drifted up and surrounded him. She was afraid, very afraid, but there was something underneath the fear that called to him. It was a faint, sweet scent that called to his deahman and drew him closer.

  She was aroused. It wouldn’t take much to make her willing. It wouldn’t take much at all.

  Both men stared at her with such hunger and intensity that it made Tara shiver. She knew that she wasn’t speaking to the men themselves. Somehow, their inner darkness had gotten the upper hand and had taken control of their consciousness. Maybe it was the concussions, or maybe it was that they had been through a lot of mental and physical strain. Whatever the cause, she needed to reverse it before something bad happened.

  Tara struggled to figure out how to give the men an advantage over their inner darkness. Iatros magic was a counter to deahman magic, but she wasn’t strong enough to absorb the evil from both the men. Still, if she could help at least one of them…

  Both men shifted
on the bed, scattering her thoughts. All of a sudden they surrounded her. Their hot, hard bodies pressed against her front and back. Donar knelt behind her, while Soren inched closer to her front. Together they pressed into her personal space, their crimson gazes hungry and primal.

  Yes. Her body responded to their close proximity in a way that surprised her. She should be afraid of such dominance and power, but instead she was aroused. It reminded her of when she had first spotted them in that clearing, when they first went into hell. She felt the bond between them then, just like she did now.

  It was as if all her life she had been waiting for this moment. This was what she wanted, what she needed. Ever since she had first seen the men running toward the portal, she’d known they were special.

  “We crave,” Soren repeated.

  “We must be satisfied.” Donar leaned over her shoulder. His warm breath brushed past her neck, causing her to shiver.

  Their inner monsters seemed to have a one-track mind. Not that Tara cared. It seemed like around these two she had a one-track mind as well.

  “Must have you.” Donar used his strong, firm hands to tilt her head to the side. Then he pressed his lips to her skin. Tara shivered. She felt so vulnerable, yet safe at the same time. She considered herself a strong woman, but she was also on the petite side. Being pressed between two six-foot men made her feel even smaller. She was at their mercy. Somehow it felt right.

  Donar ran his tongue along her vein, setting off tingles all over her body. Soren looked up from her breasts and met her gaze. “I crave.” He framed her face with his hands.

  Their deahmans must have more control over them than she thought. They were reduced to repeating short phrases as if they were a couple of two-year-olds. Did her presence do that to them? Did these men feel the strange bond forming between them like she did?

  Tara opened her mouth to respond and Soren covered it with his own. She gasped as his tongue swept in between her lips, filling her with his taste. It was musky, with a hint of cinnamon. She drank him in as his hands slid down her neck, then her chest, finally resting on her breasts. He squeezed them in his large palms, awakening a raw, primal need deep inside her core.

  Their tongues danced as he ran his thumbs over her nipples. Pleasure fanned out through her chest, then raced through the rest of her body. She arched her back, pressing her chest deeper into his calloused palms. More, she wanted more.

  Tara reached out behind her and threaded her fingers through Donar’s hair. His longer locks felt rough as they slipped through her fingers. Donar leaned over and kissed her shoulder, then ran his tongue in a long, sensual line over her skin. Tara groaned as a dull ache formed between her thighs. The men closed in around her. She felt their body heat, sensed their own rising desire. She wished that the moment could last forever.

  Donar slid his hands down her sides, tracing the outline of her curves, before finally resting them on her hips. He curled his fingers into her flesh, as if rooting her to the spot on the bed. Then he pressed his hips forward and rubbed his cock up against her ass. She felt his erection through the rough jeans, thick and ready. He groaned against her skin and slipped his fingers underneath her thong. He toyed with the material as he feasted on her neck and shoulder, alternating between little nips and licks. Tara went weak and her mind blanked to everything but the touch of the two men surrounding her.

  Soren pulled away from her lips and rained little kisses along her jaw as he squeezed her sensitive nipples between his fingers. He pressed and rotated, sending a spiral of pleasure and pain swirling through her body. She groaned and ran her free hand along his shoulder, feeling the dip and rise of each muscle located there.

  Donar growled and hooked his fingers underneath her thong. Tara gasped as he tugged the thin fabric down over her hips.

  Donar lifted his head up from her skin. “I just want to return the favor.”

  She turned her head to meet his gaze. “The favor?”

  “You freed me, now I want to free you.” He started to remove them, but she rested her hands on top of his, stopping him.

  “We can’t do this.” Oh Lord. Why did she have to have a spark of common sense now? They couldn’t do this. Samir could return at any moment. There were still deahmans after them and Sparrow said that he was sending a team in to collect the twins. Any number of things could go wrong.

  “It’s funny that you are only starting to show resistance now and not before,” Soren said as he eased back from her body.

  Okay, so she was contradicting herself. Her body wanted this, wanted it badly, but it wasn’t practical. They needed to get Samir and get out of there.

  “I can feel the conflict inside of you,” Soren said. “Perhaps there is more that we can do to persuade you to feed us.”

  “We don’t need to persuade her. Her body is already willing,” Donar added.

  Tara opened her mouth to respond, but Soren pressed his lips against hers. The kiss was hard and possessive and claimed all of her attention.

  She arched her back and leaned against Donar’s hard, masculine chest. He groaned and rubbed his hips against her backside as Soren left her mouth and kissed a trail down her chest.

  “I’ve been dying to taste these.” Soren closed his mouth around one of her sensitive nipples. Tara gasped as pleasure radiated out from her breast and blanketed her body. Donar shifted on the bed until he was next to her, then closed his mouth over hers, catching her breath. He held the back of her head while he tasted and explored her mouth.

  Tara groaned as her body heated. She reached out and touched both men, wanting to feel their skin.

  “That’s a girl,” Soren murmured against her skin. He slid his fingers around the outsides of her breasts, then over her soft abdomen. Tara gasped as he slipped his hands under her thong and dragged it down around her knees. “She’s so responsive.”

  Tara groaned as Donar eased his fingers between her damp folds. She widened her stance on the bed, granting him better access. The man knew what he was doing. He inched his fingers around her outer rim, teasing her body until she softened against him.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so receptive to my touch.” Soren sat back from her breasts. “Look at these. I could feast all day.” He took one into his mouth, then dragged his teeth across the tip. Pain sparked from her chest and fanned out over her skin. It was quickly eased by his tongue, and her cry dissolved into a moan of pleasure. She felt his hand inch lower and lower, until it joined Donar’s between her thighs.

  “She’s so wet,” Soren said.

  “I know.” Donar moved until his lips were within inches of her ear. “We want you to come for us, hard and fast. If you don’t, we’re going to tie you up and punish you.”

  “Punish me? How?”

  Soren looked up from her breasts and smiled. “If you don’t want to find out, then come for us.”

  “I…” She didn’t know what to say. She could see Soren’s need in his gaze. She wanted to help him. Perhaps giving her pleasure was a way for the men to gain control over their deahmans. After a brief hesitation, she nodded.

  “Good.” Donar flicked his gaze to Soren. “Let me.”

  “But—”

  “I’ll be first, then you.” The men stared at each other for a brief moment as tension filled the room. Tara guessed that their deahmans were locked in some sort of power struggle that she couldn’t see. Muscles ticked in Donar’s jaw as he stared down his brother. Finally the tension eased and Soren straightened away from her breasts.

  “Very well.” Soren removed his hand from between her legs.

  “Focus on her breasts,” Donar commanded.

  Both twins descended on her body. Donar moved behind her once more and wrapped his free arm around her waist, locking her body against his. She felt his erection push in between her ass cheeks, and shivered at how erotic it felt. Desire wound its way through her, twisting her muscles tight.

  Donar kissed a long, sensual line across her
shoulder, growling as he moved across her skin. It sounded primal and possessive. He shifted his hand between her legs and ran his finger around her slick opening.

  Soren captured her breast with his mouth, using his tongue and teeth to tease her sensitive skin. He slid his fingers over her skin, sending tingles of awareness through her body.

  “Remember, hard and fast,” Donar murmured against her skin.

  Soren nipped her breast as Donar plunged his finger deep inside her core.

  Tara gasped at the intrusion, but her body quickly adjusted. Donar began pumping his fingers, thrusting back and forth until her channel became wet with desire. Soren continued to tease her breasts, taking first one in his mouth, then the other. Donar tightened his hold around her waist and rubbed his hips against her ass. She loved the feel of him along her back, how she felt so secure and cared for in his arms. Donar was a natural protector, she realized. She felt so safe in his dominating presence.

  She reached down and held onto Soren’s head, holding him close to her breasts. Soren’s tongue set her skin on fire. Each lick was claiming her, possessing her. She didn’t want him to stop.

  Donar worked his way up her neck, then nibbled on her outer ear. He withdrew from her channel, then exchanged one finger for two. Tara gasped as he cupped her mound and thrust his fingers deep. Soon Tara was moving her hips in time with his hand, her body rising on a wave of need.

  What the men were doing felt so good, but she needed more. She wanted to feel their skin against her. She wanted to know what it was like to have them both fill her at the same time.

  The air around her heated and perspiration dotted her skin. Their spicy male scents surrounded her, their hands and mouths moving in unison to provide her the most pleasure.

  Pressure built inside her body, rising higher and higher until she didn’t think that she could take any more. One minute she was standing on the edge of a precipice, looking out over a vast and magical landscape. Then she toppled over. Pleasure poured into every crevice of her body, filling her with more joy than she thought was possible.

  On instinct, she spread her wings, forcing both Donar and Soren to fall back. Her magic filled the room with color and light. Pleasure and power ran through her body. For one brief, glorious moment, she was numb to everything but the men surrounding her.