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  Soren heard Tara gasp. He peeled away from her mouth and saw Tara’s unzipped pants bunched around her knees. Donar was kissing a long trail up her thigh, running his tongue over every crease, every curve. Tara wiggled against him, as if eager for more.

  Soren’s desire soared, but his deahman wouldn’t allow him to go any further until commanded. It was frustrating. Soren fought his inner darkness and soon realized that his deahman could not be forced to feed. It needed permission. There was something in its genetic makeup that made it difficult, almost painful, to act without a command.

  After a few minutes, Soren gave up fighting his inner monster and did the only thing he was allowed. He hooked his finger under her chin and dragged her gaze to his. Then he covered her mouth once more. Heaven.

  She tasted sweeter than the richest dessert. Soren pulled away from her mouth and began to dot kisses along her jaw. The kiss was good, but he needed more, much more. He needed skin and sex and pain. He wanted it all, and he wanted it with her.

  Tara was more than willing to give him what he desired. He felt it in the heat of her skin and the eagerness of her mouth.

  “Open your legs.” Donar’s voice rumbled in the air around them.

  Tara looked down at him. “I can’t, my pants—”

  Soren glanced down. Her pants were wrapped around her ankles. It was obvious that she wasn’t able to open her legs without some painful contortions.

  Donar growled. “Open.”

  “I can’t.”

  Soren almost felt sorry for her. Almost. He knew what was happening. Donar needed to command as much as Soren needed to obey. Donar was looking for an excuse to punish Tara. Then he’d have an opportunity to demonstrate his control and release some of the tension between him and his deahman. Unfortunately, he wasn’t making much sense, and Soren was too busy fighting his own darkness to explain.

  “Soren, hold her up. She needs to be punished,” Donar said.

  “What?” Tara asked.

  Finally, a command. The pressure in Soren’s head eased, and his inner deahman howled with glee. Excitement tingled up and down Soren’s spine. He grabbed her torso, his large hands spanning her waist. Then he lifted her into the air and pinned her against the wall. Her feet dangled in the air and he felt a sliver of fear rippled through her.

  “Wh-what are you going to do?”Tara asked.

  “Make you open your legs.” Donar ran his fingers down her thighs, then caressed her calves. All the while Soren held her immobile against the wall. Soren wanted to explain things to her, to tell her how things needed to be so that their deahmans could feed, but the need inside of him had blurred his mind and he had lost the ability to speak.

  All of a sudden, Soren felt her relax. He stopped battling his inner darkness and focused on her face. Something had erased her fear. What was it? It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that she was no longer afraid. This was good. Soren didn’t know if he could live with himself if his deahman took a woman by force.

  Donar seemed oblivious to everything but Tara’s legs. He grabbed her pants and thong and tore them down her legs. They stuck on the heel of her boot, and he growled at them as if they were some sort of threat. With a mighty yank he ripped them off her body, the tear of fabric echoing in the air.

  “Prepare her,” he muttered.

  “How am I supposed to go back out onto the street without any pants?” she asked.

  “Don’t need them,” Soren muttered as he placed her down on the ground and turned her until she faced the wall. He eased her back a step and then pressed his large hand between her shoulder blades, urging her to bend toward the bricks in front of her.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  Soren wanted to answer, but his deahman did not. He growled and pushed a little harder until she finally complied. Then he stood behind her and ran his hands over her ass, feeling the tight globes with his palms. He made his way upward, trailing his fingers over her spine and curling himself around her body. He pressed his hips up against her ass and placed his lips close to her ear.

  “Give me your hands,” he whispered.

  She shivered as he placed her fingers on the wall in front of her.

  “I won’t hurt you,” he said.

  “I know.”

  “Don’t move.” He ducked down beneath her and began to undo her blouse. He remembered how wonderful her breasts tasted, how they responded to his touch. He wanted to taste and touch them again. He helped her remove her blouse and bra, then repositioned her hands on the wall.

  “Good job, Soren,” Donar said. “Now Tara, you will receive your punishment.”

  Chapter Seven

  Punishment?

  Tara heard Donar rustle behind her. What was he doing? She turned her head to take a look. Soren grabbed her chin and dragged her head back so that she faced the wall.

  “I said don’t move.” Soren’s voice was deep and commanding, much more commanding than she had ever heard him before. It seemed as if the praise from Donar had made him come alive. His eyes shone brighter, his expression more intense. He searched her face with a hunger that made Tara wet and needy.

  “What are you going to do to me?” Tara asked.

  The sound of a zipper being pulled down ripped through the air. “Soren, quiet her.”

  Soren shifted beneath her, her shirt forgotten. She looked down and shivered at the hunger in his gaze. He leaned up and closed his mouth over hers. The kiss was firm, yet gentle. Soren tilted his head to the side and brushed her lips with his tongue, the long, commanding strokes warming her all the way to her toes.

  Tara parted her lips and he entered her mouth. He teased and tasted, as if he was exploring new territory and committing every inch to memory.

  Donar ran his fingers down her thighs and gently eased her legs apart. For the moment Tara’s mind blanked as raw desire swirled through her body. Her muscles turned to water, and she fought the sudden urge to pull away from the wall and wrap herself around the men as if she was a blanket. Soren tasted so good, and Donar’s fingers made her body so weak that it was difficult for her to stand. She wanted to touch them both, feel their long, hard bodies against hers.

  Donar lifted her jacket and shirt, exposing her ass to the cool air of the alley. “Beautiful.” He rubbed his palm over her backside, awakening her nerve endings there. Her skin tingled and she felt damp. If this was going to be her punishment, then she’d have to remember to keep being a very bad girl around these men.

  Slap. Pain exploded across her backside. Tara pulled away from Soren’s lips and gasped.

  “That was for not spreading your legs when I told you to,” Donar said.

  “But I told you, my pants—”

  Slap. “And that is for talking back to me. From now on, you will refer to me as master, do you understand?”

  Understand? It was hard to think of much past all of the sensations rolling through her body. The pain of the slap on her ass vibrated through her center, forcing her mind to blank. As the pain died, pleasure surged. Her skin felt more sensitive and her whole body became more attuned to each man’s presence.

  Still, it was downright embarrassing being spanked by two men in the alley. Tara tried to straighten her body, but Soren grabbed her wrists and held her hands against the wall.

  “Don’t move,” he whispered.

  “But—”

  “It is best if you take his punishment.”

  This was ridiculous. She didn’t do anything wrong. The men were being unreasonable. She opened her mouth to tell them just that, then shut it again. Of course, how could she be so stupid?

  Soren was right. Donar was fully possessed by his deahman now. The darkness inside of him needed pain and sex. It also liked being in control. If she was to deny him, then Donar would probably run off to find fulfillment elsewhere. The thought of him being so intimate with a stranger didn’t sit well with her. If he was going to inflict pain and pleasure, she wanted to be on the receiving end.
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  Tara relaxed her body and nodded to Soren. The deahman let go of her wrists.

  “Do you understand?” Donar repeated.

  “Yes.”

  Donar slid his hand over her ass and the pain began to ease, leaving behind a numbing pleasure.

  “Good. That’s a start. You need to address me properly, however.”

  “Address you properly?”

  “Call me master.”

  “Why?” Tara ground her teeth as a blast of pain exploded across her backside and vibrated up her spine. “Yes, master.”

  “Better.” He rubbed his fingers once more over her backside, caressing her skin. “You will find that when you obey, you’ll be rewarded.”

  “Yes, master.” Goddess help her, his touch felt so good. The tingles she felt as the pain eased away were more pleasurable than anything she had felt in a long, long time.

  To her surprise, she realized that she wanted him to hit her again, only harder. What did that say about her? Was she just as screwed up in the head as a couple of men who were possessed by evil?

  Maybe. All of her life she had felt as if she was an outcast in her own home. She was never good enough, never smart enough. Perhaps her place wasn’t in the Iatros home of Celestial Wood, but here, with Soren and Donar.

  “Proceed,” Donar said.

  Soren reached up and framed her face with his hands. “Good girl.” He pressed his lips against hers. The kiss was chaste, but powerful. There was a connection there, an understanding. Tara became aware of why Soren followed Donar’s instructions and why he called his twin “master”. Soren’s deahman thrived on taking orders and serving. He needed to be commanded in order to find release.

  As Soren pulled away, their gazes met and Tara confirmed her thoughts. The longing to please was written all over his face.

  “Thank you,” she said.

  He held her gaze for a long moment. Tara felt the darkness swirl inside of him. It should have scared her, but instead it made her want him more.

  “Let me help you control it,” she said.

  Soren brushed his fingers over her cheek. “It’s too late for me, sweetheart.” He looked away, breaking the connection. Tara braced herself as he returned to his work, slowly undoing the buttons on her shirt. Tension filled the air as he worked down her body until the last one fell apart in his hands. He then ran his fingers up and down her torso, heating her skin wherever he touched.

  Tara closed her eyes and concentrated on the feel of his fingers. Her skin tingled with anticipation, and moisture gathered between her thighs. Tara was no virgin, but she had never felt a craving as intense as this before.

  “Now, if you hold still, you will be rewarded,” Donar said. “I don’t want to see you move or hear your voice as you receive your punishment, do I make myself clear?”

  “Yes, master,” the words tumbled from her lips. She found that she liked calling him master, liked giving up control. She also had no intension of standing still. Tara wanted Donar to spank her again, and spank her hard. She wiggled her hips seductively at him.

  Slap. Pain exploded from her backside and vibrated up her back. She didn’t know what instrument he was using. It felt like a long, thick strap. It didn’t matter. Within seconds, the pain subsided, leaving her with mind-numbing pleasure. She groaned and pushed her hips up in the air, eager for more.

  “Ah, I see that you prefer my punishment to my reward.”

  “Yes, master.”

  “You shall have it then.” There was no mistaking the excitement and hunger in Donar’s voice. He needed this just as much as she did.

  While Donar worked, Soren eased first one breast from her bra, then the other. She gasped as his hot, wet mouth covered her nipple and gently sucked. Her breasts tingled, and her nipples hardened. She groaned as fire spread through her body, and moisture pooled between her thighs.

  Slap. “Don’t make a sound,” Donar said.

  Tara opened her eyes. “I—”

  Slap. “You will have to learn to obey me.”

  Sweet mother earth, those slaps felt good. The hits were hard enough to stimulate, but not so hard that she would have any lasting marks. He hit her again and again, the loud noise filling the alley. All the while Soren teased her nipples with his expert tongue.

  Slap. With each contact the temperature of her body heated and her mind fell deeper into a numbing haze. Tara concentrated on the pain, it sensitized her skin and made Soren’s touch that much more potent.

  Tara gritted her teeth as blow after blow landed on her backside. She never spoke, never moved, just like Donar wanted. The strikes formed a rhythm, a primal beat to a song only the three of them could hear. Soren nipped and rolled her nipple between his teeth. The world around them faded as her mind focused on the wonderful sensations he was creating in her body.

  With each passing second, her desire heightened, winding around her muscles as if it was a thick rope. She became hyper-aware of her channel, how it had become slick with need.

  She contracted her muscles and tried to imagine what it would feel like to have both enter her, first one, then the other. They were large men, and she imagined her muscles stretching to accommodate each of them.

  She bit back another moan as the image of Soren filling her came to mind. He’d push himself deep inside her pussy. All the while Donar would keep watch, overseeing the act. The image was so erotic and vivid. She angled her hips and widened her stance, exposing her sensitive area to the punishing hits. The contact vibrated up through her body and increased her need. Tara had to bite her lower lip to keep from groaning with approval.

  Then the spanking stopped. “Remove her clothes.”

  Soren fought a smile as he turned to Tara. “You may stand.”

  Tara straightened and Soren helped her remove the rest of her clothes. Donar’s punishment made her sensitive and hot, and Soren’s touch felt soothing against her skin. She wanted to take his clothes off, to feel his body next to hers, and yet she refrained from touching him. Donar had yet to allow it.

  She stood perfectly still as Soren worked. When he finished, he straightened and turned toward Donar and nodded.

  Donar came up from behind and leaned in close to her ear. “You have such a beautiful body. He snaked an arm around her waist, then dipped his hand down between her thighs. Tara closed her eyes and widened her stance, allowing him better access. He slid his fingers through her damp folds and growled. It sounded animalistic, almost as though it was a purr of approval.

  “You have done well, Tara,” he whispered against her ear. “You have obeyed my command and now are wet and ready for us.”

  Tara shivered at his words.

  Donar stepped away from her and turned to Soren. “Place her back against the wall.”

  Soren led Tara back and placed her hands against the brick building. Tara wanted to know what was going to happen next, but didn’t ask. Asking would bring on another punishment and while she loved Donar’s punishment, she was too curious and impatient to delay her reward any longer.

  Soren stepped away from her body, leaving her alone.

  “You have permission to proceed,” Donar said.

  Tara heard some rustling behind her and turned her head to see what was going on.

  Slap. “Don’t move.” Donar’s voice was strong and commanding. Tara shivered as she faced the wall once more.

  Someone stepped up from behind and rubbed his hands over her ass. “I have wanted to do this ever since I first saw you,” Soren said.

  Do this? What was he talking about? Then Soren grabbed her hips and curled his body over her back. He was naked, and Tara groaned as his skin touched hers. His heat surrounded her, and his hot breath brushed against his ear as he spoke.

  “You’re mine now,” he whispered. “All mine.”

  Tara turned her head to see him. He leaned lower and captured her lips. His scent surrounded her, and Tara loved how his body covered her torso. She concentrated on how his erection pressed i
nto her ass and his hands covered her belly. He felt good, but she wanted more.

  Tara moaned against his mouth as he slid his hands up and pinched her nipples with his long fingers. She gasped and arched her back, pressing her ass deeper against his hips. His cock thickened as he pressed forward, and she felt the hard shaft slip between her ass cheeks. She wanted him to fill her, to ride her until both of them lost themselves into oblivion.

  Soren rubbed himself up against her and palmed her breasts as if he couldn’t get enough of her body. He squeezed and stroked, sending sparks of both pleasure and pain racing through her system. Tara felt the world fade away as she focused on the man behind her.

  After a few minutes, cool air brushed over Tara’s back as Soren straightened and aligned himself at her opening. Tara felt the head of his cock inch in between her folds. She relaxed her muscles and offered herself up to him. This was what she wanted, what she needed. A ripple of excitement ran through her as Soren grabbed her hips and thrust deep inside her body.

  Tara whimpered as he filled her. It had been a long time since she had sex, and Soren wasn’t a small man. He plunged himself deep, filling her channel and forcing her muscles to stretch more than they ever had before. He felt wonderful.

  He held himself still and let her adjust. Tara closed her eyes and concentrated on the feel of his body against hers. It was so warm and inviting. She sensed his darkness hovering on the edge of her mind. Her magic reached toward it and she had all she could do to hold it in check.

  No. Tara opened her eyes and stared at the wall. Her magic chose Soren. It wanted to reach out for him, to bond with him and weave their souls together for eternity. What was so hard with Samir was so difficult to stop with Soren. They were destined to be together.

  She curled her fingers against the wall as she realized the implications of what they were doing. If they were destined to be spirit-mates, then having sex would start the process of blending their bodies into one. The first time they had sex, their emotions would blend, the second, their minds. The third and last time their souls would be woven together, only to separate upon death.