UnholyCravings by Suzanne Rock Page A

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