Larissa Ione - Desire Unchained

A cold tremor went up his spine. If the brothers had been together and one was in pain, they were probably all in trouble. “Tayla, listen to me. You can feel Eidolon, right? That’s how you know he’s in pain.”

“Yes. I need to get to him.”

“Can you find him? Can you use your bond to locate him?”

“Yes … and he said something about Roag’s dungeon being in Ireland. I’m going now.”

“You can’t go alone. I’ll go with you.”

“You can’t pass through the Harrowgates.”

He blew out a breath. He’d forgotten about the restrictions on humans. Only dark-souled or unconscious humans could pass through them, so it looked like he’d need to be knocked out. The very idea gave him the creeps—apparently, humans who woke up inside the gates came out dead.

“We can get around the human restriction,” he said. “Meet me here at the hospital.”

“I need Gem. Can you find her?”

“I’ll call her.”

“She’s not answering her cell. She was all upset about some asshole dissing her or something … she went to Vamp. Can you get her?”

Shit. Vamp. The Goth club from hell. And he knew damned good and well just who that asshole was.

“Tay, don’t do something stupid and go by yourself. Wait until we all get back to the hospital. Got it?”

“Hurry, Kynan.”

He hung up and headed straight for Vamp. The Goth club was dark, loud, and weird. Figured it’d be death metal night. Kynan moved through the mass of gyrating bodies, gritting his teeth against the grind of flesh. Half the people wore too much clothing, the other half, not enough. Gem would, no doubt, belong in the latter group, and the thought had him clenching his fists in irritation he had no right to feel.

Ahead, a black and blue head bobbed in the crowd, and he made a beeline for it. He saw Gem before she saw him, and though jealousy burned in his chest at the sight of some tall vampire wannabe dry-humping her as they danced, he couldn’t help but stop and admire her.

From her six-inch-heeled black boots to her black micromini skirt, she was all long legs and long-stemmed rose tattoos winding up the inside of her thigh. She wore a red lace-up corset that pushed her magnificent breasts up and out, and the spiked leather dog collar around her graceful neck was connected to the top with a chain. He’d never been attracted to the Goth style or its fashion, but she owned it, and he found himself wanting to be the man rubbing all over her instead of the loser she was with.

That loser was probably going to give her what he hadn’t. Would probably take her home and make love to her with care and without anger. Would give her an orgasm while he was moving inside her, kissing her, touching her soft skin.

Except Kynan had a seriously hard time imagining that a guy wearing white makeup, black eyeliner, and black lipstick would be a good lover. Then again, he didn’t want to imagine anyone loving Gem.

As though she sensed him, she turned. Her green eyes sparked with surprise and then narrowed with mischief, a definite you’re-going-to-get-it light.

She shoved the horny guy off her and shouldered her way through the crowd, never looking away from Kynan. Shit, it was as if he was caught in some sort of spell, and he just stood there like a lump as she walked right up to him so they were touching, her breasts to his chest. She fisted his shirt collar and jerked him as close as possible, straddling one of his legs between hers. No way could she miss the erection burning a hole in her belly any more than he could miss the heat she was rubbing into his thigh.

This was payback, and he knew it. And while he’d love to give her the opportunity to work him up and then walk away, there were lives on the line. Still, he took the time to put his hands on her slim hips and move against her, doing his own version of the dirty dance the vamp poser had been doing with her. And if the way she began to pant was any indication, he was doing it better.

Heat and passion burned in her eyes, and though he knew he shouldn’t, he claimed her mouth, fiercely, urgently. Her kiss stole his breath and his thoughts, almost making him forget why he was there. But he did remember, and he forced himself away from her.

“I’m not here for this,” he yelled over the scream of the music.

She jammed her fists on her hips. “No shit? I didn’t really think you’d come here to fuck me in front of a room full of people when you won’t even do it in private.”

Yeah, he’d deserved that. “Tayla needs us.” He grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the club. She yanked him to a halt outside it.

“What are you talking about?”

He pulled her away from the line of people waiting to get in. “The Sem brothers are missing. Runa, too. Tayla says E is in pain.”

“Roag?”

“Probably. We’re going to find them.”

His cell rang, and he dug it out of his pocket as he and Gem hoofed it toward his Mustang. Arik’s name popped up on the caller ID. “Yeah?”

“You find my sister?”

“I have a lead, but I can’t get into it right now.”

Arik swore. “I’m on my way to New York, but I have something she needs to hear if you get to her first.”

Kynan listened, and though he had no idea what the hell Arik was talking about, he promised to relay the message to Runa.

If they survived the night.

Shade waited in his cage. Waited for Roag to come back and continue with his fun.

Fun. Right. Stabbing and beating Eidolon and Shade with red-hot pokers was a shit-ton of fun. At least Roag had taken his minions and girlfriend away so they could suffer in peace for a while.

Eidolon sat in one corner of his cage, concentrating on keeping his pain as buried as possible. He didn’t want Tayla to track him, but Shade suspected it was too late. Shade rubbed his thigh where one poker had gone deep, but as with most of his wounds, the heat had cauterized it, so few of his injuries bled.

Though Roag had threatened to let his minions rape Runa, it hadn’t happened yet, thank the gods, and neither had they touched Wraith, although he was the one who had been hurt the most.

He’d gone crazy as E and Shade had been burned, stabbed, and beaten. He’d thrown himself against his cage until he was little more than a bloody pulp. Now he stood motionless as a statue, staring at the stairwell Roag had disappeared into. There was murder in Wraith’s eyes. Murder and a touch of madness that said he was in a mental place Shade wouldn’t want to go.

Wraith hadn’t moved or uttered a word in hours, no matter what Shade did or said, and he wondered if his little brother would ever recover from this.

Assuming they survived.

A shudder shook Shade as he thought about the things Roag had planned for them. Death was one thing, but taking Wraith’s body parts and skin while he was still alive, and then forcing E to transplant the organs onto Roag … God … damn .

Shade rattled his cage, hoping to shake the wildness out of Runa’s gaze. “Baby? You okay?”

She hadn’t taken her eyes off him, not once since Roag had left. She’d gone as crazy as Wraith when Roag and his minions had been having their fun, and her ankles were bleeding where they’d been rubbed raw by the shackles.

“I’m going to kill him.” Her voice was hoarse from screaming, but the power behind her words wasn’t diluted. He knew she’d tear Roag’s heart out of his chest if she had the chance.

His chest expanded with a great breath, with a rush of blood that filled his heart. Love filled him, so warm, so wonderfully right that his eyes threatened to overflow with wussy-ass tears.

“Shade. Fuck.” Eidolon jumped to his feet.

Runa cried out. “Oh, no. Shade, no.”