Warrick watched Darcy walk past one of the Fae. The Dark reached out and grasped her arm. She frowned and turned to him.
Warrick hoped she would be immune to the Dark like some of the humans were, but Darcy fell under their spell immediately. Warrick cursed beneath his breath. So much for keeping Darcy away from the Dark.
CHAPTER
FIVE
Darcy was disoriented and baffled. She was on her way out the door when the man grabbed her. Not one for being manhandled, she turned to give him a piece of her mind. Then she looked into his eyes.
She couldn’t name the color. They kept changing, showing flashes of red. It should scare her, but it didn’t. No longer did she care about going home., the dragons, her magic, or … anything other than the extremely handsome man looking at her.
“Stay,” he urged softly, a smile upon his lips.
She recognized the Irish accent. He was gorgeous. The kind of man who was too beautiful to be real, like Chris Hemsworth. And the man was talking to her.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Darcy knew something was off. But she couldn’t put her finger on it. She wanted to stay, which she knew was wrong. Yet she couldn’t make herself leave.
The man gently touched one of her curls. “I’ve been looking for you.”
“We both have,” said a second man, his voice just as seductive as the first.
He came up behind her so she was sandwiched between the two of them. She couldn’t catch her breath, and the urge to give herself to them was irresistible, engulfing.
Uncontrollable.
The first leaned close, pushing her back against the second man. He bent and put his lips by her ear. “Leave with us.”
“We’ll show you untold ecstasy,” whispered the second.
Darcy was nodding before their words registered. With one on each side of her, they guided her out of the pub. She willingly went with them, her body eager to feel their hands on her. Her legs were jelly, her chest heaving as if she were winded. Her body was a riot of need and hunger clawing at her, demanding release that instant.
As soon as the cool wind hit her, she expected to shake off whatever assaulted her, but she couldn’t. In fact, the desire only intensified. She was nearly crying with the longing to ease her body that was on fire for them.
With their hands on her lower back, they applied just enough pressure to keep her moving at a steady pace. When they turned the corner of the block, the first pushed her against the building and took her face in his hands.
“I’ll not go farther until I have a kiss,” he said in a husky whisper. He claimed her mouth in a kiss that seemed to sap her very soul.
“We share everything,” came the second voice.
He began to kiss down her neck, his hands everywhere, touching every part of her. Her flannel shirt was suddenly unbuttoned, and her tee was shoved up and over her breasts.
Her body throbbed for more while she begged them between kisses never to stop. She grasped the brick of the building to keep on her feet. For the life of her Darcy couldn’t understand how she loved every moment of their touch while at the same time her mind screamed for her to run.
“Leave some for us,” came a third male voice.
Her lids were heavy, her limbs weighted down. She was only on her feet because they kept her upright. Three men? Yes!
No!
Something was wrong. She never gave herself so easily to a man—any man, much less two. Or three.
But it feels so good. Their hands, their mouths.
Darcy closed her eyes as her sex ached to be touched. She found herself grinding against one of the men. And somehow through the haze of passion, she realized the feelings within her weren’t her own. They were being forced.
She pushed the two men kissing her away. They were so unprepared that she managed a little distance. That’s when she spotted three more standing behind them for a total of five. By the way they were eyeing her—like she was a meal—she finally registered the warning her mind kept telling her.
Darcy tried to halt the need pounding through her, but it was too much. She struggled to stay on her feet even as she yanked her bra back into place and pulled her shirt down.
“No,” she said.
The man closest to her, the one who had kissed her senseless merely laughed. “No?” he repeated in his Irish brogue. “You really don’t mean that. You want us. I felt it in your kiss, in the way your nipples hardened beneath my hand. All you have to do is lie there and let us give you pleasure.”
Darcy clamped her lips tight when she began to admit that she did want them. What the hell was wrong with her? She knew they were dangerous. Why did her body continue to ache for them?
Magic. The realization hit her suddenly. They were using magic. That was the only explanation.
She looked closer at them and sucked in a breath when she saw their red eyes. Red eyes? That wasn’t possible. Was it?