UnholyCravings (13 page)

Chapter Twelve

Tara tasted fantastic, better than anything else he had ever
tasted in his life. She was soft and womanly and sweeter than honey. Donar
could lose himself in her forever.

He pressed his hands on the side of the counter, trapping
her before him as if she were a small animal. He continued to plunder her
mouth, trying to inhale her essence. She calmed his
deahman
, and made
him feel almost human again. It was like a breath of fresh air after being
imprisoned for so long.

Donar could feel her hesitation slipping away, as well as
her fear. That meant that the distraction was working. Good.

He leaned forward, pressing his body up against hers. He
felt her breasts rub against his chest and his inner
deahman
purred with
approval.
Mine.
She slipped her arms up around his head and threaded her
fingers into his hair. He felt her body give, felt her mind go blank and
succumb to the erotic emotions rolling through both of them. With each passing
moment, his thoughts became more muddled as desire rose up and took control of
his body.

He removed his hands from the counter and ran them down her
sides, outlining her curves. She had nice curves. It was one of the things that
he liked about her. He also liked how she wasn’t afraid to take risks, and how
she could stand on her own two feet. So many women he had met were weak-willed
and fragile. Not Tara. No, she was fiercer than any
deahman
and much
more attractive.

Donar felt his cock thicken as he dragged his fingers down
her waist. He looped them around her hips, surprised at how much he could span.
She was a tiny thing, but had so much energy, so much spunk. He liked that
about her. The woman was full of attitude and life. After being half dead for
so long, she was a refreshing change, one that he wanted to make permanent.

Donar didn’t tell her that, mostly because he didn’t want to
scare her. He wanted to make what was going on between them permanent, he
wanted it for life. Donar had only known her for a short time, but already he
was falling hard for her. There was the instant attraction yes, but this was
more than lust, more than the physical. It was mental and spiritual as well.
Every part of his being cried out to be a part of hers. She was his.

Donar swept his hands around to her front and undid her
pants. He wanted to get close to her, feel her skin on his. A sense of urgency
overcame him as his
deahman
roared with frustration.
Too slow.

He dropped her pants, revealing the same purple, lacy thong
he had observed back in the alley. He loved how she was so hard and calculating
on the outside, but underneath she chose to wear something so feminine. It was
incredible sexy.

He slipped his fingers in between the thong and her skin.
She felt warm and soft, perfect. Donar forced himself to inch away from her
body and work on her shirt. He wanted to see more of her, but looking wouldn’t
be enough. He wanted to touch every inch of her soft skin, then sink himself
deep inside.

He undid the buttons, one by one, and slipped the cool
fabric from her shoulders. Then he stepped back to admire his handiwork.

Goddess help him, he had forgotten about her bra. It was
neon purple, a perfect match to her panties. It was soft and padded, with a
little bit of lace trim along the top. The bright color was a sharp contract to
her ivory Irish skin, and it pleased him.

“What are you staring at?” She looked at him with
apprehension in her gaze.

“It’s just…I wasn’t expecting anything so beautiful.”

“You’ve seen it before.”

“I know, but before my
deahman
was in control and I
was looking through a haze. Now…now I can see it clearly.” He heard the roar in
his head and tightened his jaw. His
deahman
wanted control, but Donar
wanted a little more time with Tara, just her and him.

Mine.

His hands began to shake and his temples hurt. His inner
darkness was fighting him for the upper hand. He held it in check, but barely.
Donar was determined to have her. Him, not his
deahman
.

She covered her breasts with her hands. “Yes, well, I saw it
in the store and…”

He reached out and eased her hands away. “I love it.”

“You do?”

“Yes,” he smiled.
Mine.

Donar stepped back and pressed his hands to his temples. Oh
goddess, the pain. Make the pain stop.

Mine.

“Are you okay?” Tara asked.

Donar felt Tara’s hand on his shoulder, but was helpless to
do anything about it.

He fell to his knees and bent over until his head touched
the floor. Sweat beaded at his temples.

Tara knelt down next to him and put her hand on his back. “Donar?
I feel your pain. What’s going on?”

“
Deahman.
Wants. Control.” He ground his teeth as
another blast of pain covered his body. “Must control it.”

“It’s hurting you.”

“Let it go.”

“But—”

“It’s okay, Donar. I can take it.”

Her words were so soft, so compelling.

“No, you’re mine.” His
deahman
roared with
frustration, creating a pounding in his skull. He fell over on his side as he
battled his inner darkness.

“Donar, listen to me, you’re killing yourself. Let the
deahman
take control.”

“Can’t let him win.”

“Let it go. Once we are bound in mind and soul, I will be
able to help you keep him at bay.”

Was that acceptance? Did she agree that they should be bound
forever?

Mine!

Donar’s control slipped slightly, but he had to be sure. He
looked up into Tara’s eyes and saw them bright with unshed tears. “You’d do
this for me?”

“Yes, Donar.” She brushed a stray hair from his temple. “I
want to help you.”

Donar thought back to their time in the alley. “Even if I
might hurt you in the process?”

“You won’t hurt me.”

He doubted that. He had no control over his actions while
his darkness possessed his body. He had to be sure, beyond a doubt, that she
was willing. “Say it. Say that you want to bind with me.”

“I want to bind with you.” A tear slipped down her cheek. “Now
let your
deahman
come.”

Share.

“What?” The new word confused Donar. Up until now his
deahman
had been very possessive when it came to Tara.

Share.

The darkness wanted Donar to share.
How can I trust you?

Trust. Share.

Okay,
Donar said.
Just this once, but if you hurt
her—

No hurt, share.

He reached out with a shaking hand and brushed away the
tear. “Okay, I’ll stop resisting.” Then he relaxed his mind.

His
deahman
howled with glee as he rushed to the
surface of his consciousness. Donar buckled over as another blast of pain raced
through him.

“Donar?” Tara eased away. “Donar? What’s happening?”

He wanted to soothe her fears, but his
deahman
wouldn’t
let him form his words. He stiffened his jaw as another round of pain tightened
his muscles.

Then there was darkness. Donar lay still and let the
nothingness crawl through his body. He felt cold and alone and…hungry.

When he opened his eyes, he knew that the transformation was
finished. “Turn around.”

“What?” Tara straightened and inched back to the counter.

“You heard me.” He stood.

Tara moistened her lips. “It’s him, isn’t it?”

“Do you want to be punished?”

She hesitated for a second, considering. Then she did as she
was told. He could feel the rise in her libido. She liked being ordered around.
The knowledge made his
deahman
purr with approval.

Tara turned and gave him a wonderful view of her backside.
Things were different this time. His inner darkness was powerful, but not so
powerful that Donar couldn’t see clearly, couldn’t touch.

Share.

“Do you like what you see?” Tara glanced over her shoulder.

“Yes, very much so.” The
deahman
made Donar reach out
and smooth his hand over her ass. His hand trembled as he realized that his
beast was sharing the feel of her skin with him. He might not have a lot of
control, but he was present in the moment, experiencing things right along with
his
deahman
.

“So lovely.” Donar noticed that his voice had gotten lower
and more gravelly, just like Tara had said it did when his
deahman
took over.

“Bend over.” His voice was even lower now and it had this
weird echo.

She did as she was told. His inner
deahman
growled.
She shivered under his palm.

He slipped his hands up and hooked his fingers under the
thong.

Yes.
Donar’s
deahman
cackled with glee.

“You should not cover something as beautiful as this.” He
snapped the string of the thong against her hip. It wasn’t hard, but enough to
get her attention.

“I can’t walk around naked in public.”

“Why not?”

She glanced over her shoulder and gave him an “are you
serious?” look. “This is the
deahman
talking, isn’t it? Here on earth
you can’t walk around naked in public. I could be arrested.”

Donar knew that, and yet he felt it was such an unfair law,
at least where Tara was concerned. “That’s too bad. Maybe I’ll just have to
keep you locked away so that you won’t need to wear things like this.” He
slipped his fingers under the straps and eased both her jeans and her panties
down her thighs. Her hip-hugging jeans and delicate underclothes were feminine
and beautiful, but her naked body was so much better.

He continued to work until all of her clothes were off
except for her bra. He found that he liked having part of her concealed. It
added a little mystery to the moment.

Donar stood and leaned over her. He loved how they fit
together. It felt so perfect. Like it was meant to be.

He resisted the sudden urge to tear off his clothes and
plunge his cock deep inside her heat.

Not yet,
he told his
deahman
. She wasn’t ready
and he needed her to be ready. He could feel her temperature rising, her need
beginning to take control. He wanted her desperate for him however. And that
could mean only one thing—pain.

“You look so good, do you know that?”

“Hmmm,” Tara arched her back and pressed her ass against his
cock. Donar closed his eyes and groaned as she rubbed her soft globes against
his erection. This little woman was going to be his undoing. A new need grew
inside of him. To fill her channel would be exquisite, but to fill her backside
would be like heaven on earth.

He slid his fingers in between the cheeks of her ass and
worked his way down until he found the small hole. She gasped when he touched
it, then relaxed in his hands. He ran his finger around the opening until he
felt her need rise once more. She started to groan and wiggle in his hands.

“Have you ever been taken there, Tara?” he asked.

“Yes, once. I didn’t like it.”

“Then it wasn’t done right.”

“No, it was too fast. It hurt.”

“Believe me, if I take you here, you will be good and ready
for me. I will bring you more pleasure than your body can stand.” He slid the
tip of her finger just inside her opening, causing her to moan.

“I believe you,” she said.

“Good. If I take you there, will the binding ritual work?”

She paused. “I don’t know. It’s not something we ask of
mated
Iatros
.”

“Better save it then.” He considered the possibilities. “Still,
I want to make sure you are good and ready before I take you.”

“You do?”

“Yes. I know what you need, Tara. I can feel it.”

He saw her hand tremble on the counter. “And you need to
give it to me.”

“Yes.”

Mine.

Donar hesitated.
You said you’d share.

Too slow. Mine.

He felt a dark hole open up in his chest, and his
deahman
surged to the forefront of his mind. Donar growled. It was a rough and primal sound.
He reached into the drawer just under Tara’s hand.

“Donar, are you okay? What are you doing?”

Donar growled again, unable to speak. He fought his
deahman
,
but it was too strong, too determined. He felt around and pulled out the first
thing that he touched—a spoon.

He pulled out the long, black spoon and straightened. “Yes,
this will do nicely.”

“What did you take?”

He touched the handle to her tailbone and slid it slowly up
her spine. “Never mind, little one.” Donar could feel his
deahman’s
intent now. It needed pain and pleasure and he was helpless to do anything
about it.

Just don’t hurt her.

Mine!

The spoon reached her bra strap. He slid the handle of the
spoon underneath it then tugged up. The strap pulled against her skin, pressing
her breasts against her chest.

“Remove this.” He slipped the spoon from under her strap and
pulled away. The loud slap of fabric on skin filled the room. Tara stiffened.

She started to straighten, but Donar slapped the round end
of the spoon against her ass. “I didn’t say you could stand.”

Tara hesitated, his command rippling through her system. His
deahman
must be fully in control now. His darkness was much more
forceful and commanding than Soren’s. She reached behind her and undid the
clasp and let her bra fall to the floor.

“Good, now put your hands back on the counter.”

“What are you going to do?”

Tara winced as pain exploded across her backside. It quickly
eased, giving way to a surge of pleasure. Tara’s nipples hardened, and her
lower abdomen clenched as desire ran through her veins.