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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.
    Incredible. She felt more powerful and complete than
she had ever been in her entire life. She reached out to the men with her magic
and felt their darkness, their inner turmoil. She tried to touch it and heal
them, make them whole. She hit an imaginary wall, of course, and her heart
broke that she wasn’t strong enough to take away their pain.
    Even with the power of an orgasm, she was useless.
    As her happiness began to fade, so did her light. Despair
seeped into her chest. Once again, she was a failure. No wonder the other Iatros considered her an outcast, a freak. She had no idea what Darien or her queen
saw in her. She was as helpless as a human.
    Tara opened her eyes and stared at the men before her.
    “Wow,” Soren said. The men had shifted on the bed during her
little display of magic. They sat together in front of her, clear-eyed and
dumbfounded.
    “How did you do that?” Soren asked.
    “Do what?”
    “Your wings,” Donar said.
    She pulled her wings into her back, suddenly self-conscious
of her abnormality. “I’m Iatros .” She shrugged and tried to change the
subject. Something in Soren’s pocket caught her eye. “Your hip is glowing.”
    “What?” Both Soren and Donar looked down. Soren’s jeans pocket
was glowing bright red.
    “What do you have in there?” Tara asked.
    “I don’t know,” Soren reached into his pocket as a loud
crash exploded in the far end of the room.
    “What the fuck are you doing?”
    Tara pulled away from the men to see Samir standing in the
doorway, his hands empty. Donar quickly pulled on his pants.
    Tara gathered her clothes off the floor and