Spark of Magic (11 page)

Rebecca pinched his side, narrowing her gaze at him.

“At least she takes up for me,” Vincent pouted and Rebecca could have sworn she could see his lower lip stick out.

Darien snorted and scooped Vincent off the table. “She doesn’t know you well enough yet.”

“The two of you continually forget I’m more powerful than you are. Perhaps I should remind you of that fact.”

“Knock yourself out.” Darien snickered.

He tossed Vincent out the door. The cat recovered quickly. Landing on his feet, he turned to hiss back at them.

“That the best you got?” Darien queried.

With a flick of his hand the door shut with a bang, leaving Vincent on the other side.

Rebecca put her hands on her hips and turned to glare at the twins. “Why do the two of you dislike him so much?”

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Nicholas shrugged. “We don’t dislike him, not really. It’s just that cat has been a pain in our asses since we were children. He needs to be put in his place every so often.”

“Is he really more powerful than you?”

Darien pursed his lips as he trailed the backs of his fingers down her arm.

“Probably.”

Rebecca couldn’t take her eyes off his as he watched her through his lashes. Sultry heat flared within their blue depths, making her pulse quicken.

“Aren’t you afraid of him?” she asked.

“No.” Darien shook his head. “He knows who feeds him.”

“You’re terrible,” she giggled.

Nicholas moved to stand behind her and gently placed his hands against her shoulders. His fingers deftly unhooked the dress, allowing the material to fall and expose her breasts. Between the cool air of the room and Darien’s heated stare her nipples hardened into tiny pebbles.

“In his present state his powers are weakened somewhat but if he were human he could definitely out cast all of us,” Nicholas murmured then brushed his lips across the back of her shoulder.

Rebecca swallowed. “When is he supposed to become human again?”

“That’s up to the council,” Darien replied.

He tipped up her chin with his finger and swiped his tongue across her lower lip, making her shudder. Inhaling, she caught the whiff of warm brandy, cinnamon and hot, musky male. Darien pulled away and she leaned forward slightly to recapture his lips with hers. He chuckled and she opened her eyes to see him smiling at her devilishly. Prickles of desire moved along her skin as she imagined all the wild things his gaze promised.

He wagged his finger and her arms lifted over her head. She gasped, trying to move them, but something invisible held them immobile.

“If this bothers you let us know,” Nicholas whispered in her ear.

Her heart beat rapidly in her chest as she rolled the whole idea through her mind.

Did it bother her? No. In fact it turned her on even more. She’d never thought about being tied up by a lover but then again she’d also never thought her lovers would be powerful warlocks.

Glancing down, she saw her nipples pucker and a light pink flush move over her chest and breasts. They seemed to swell before her eyes, jutting outward, silently begging for the touch of her twin’s hands.

“I, uh…I think I’m okay with it,” she whispered.

Nicholas stroked his hand down her hip, pushing the delicate material of the dress down as he went, exposing her legs. Cool air washed between her thighs, stroking her 85

aching pussy, making her hunger for so much more. Bending, Darien helped her to step out of the dress and gently laid it across the wingback chair closest to the fireplace.

Rebecca remained glued to the spot, her hands held captive above her. She could only stare helplessly as both men circled her naked body, fire blazing in their gazes.

What did they have in mind? Her limbs trembled with growing need as she imagined the possibilities. Would they spank her? Would they tease her until she begged? She drew in a shaky breath. God, she hoped so.

Darien stopped before her. His long hair fell forward over his shoulder, the white streak mingling with the ebony black. His hair brushed across her nipple, making her shudder.

He eyed her through his lashes. “Does that feel good?”

She swallowed, nodding her head quickly. “Yes.”

“What about this?” His tongue flicked across her nipple and she gasped as white-hot heat settled deep in her stomach.

Passion and desire like this was something she’d never imagined she would find.

She’d dreamed of it—read about it in books but never thought she’d ever feel it herself.

The intensity was more than she could handle at times—the need to feel them both inside her almost strangling the very life from her. Could something that felt this good be real?

Nicholas dropped to his knees behind her and gently nipped at the rise of her hips, his palms slowly spreading her thighs. Two fingers slid enticingly along her slit to glide through the juices coating her pussy.

“Is this for real?” she murmured, her eyes closing on a sigh.

Darien rose to brush his lips across hers. “It’s a real as it gets. This isn’t magic, sweet. This is us.”

His palms moved around to cup her breasts. His fingers pinched at her nipples, the sharp pain sending tingles down her spine. Darien cupped her pussy with one hand smiling as her cream leaked onto his fingers.

“Such a wet pussy,” he purred. “Do you like being bound?”

“Yes,” she sighed.

“Would you like for me to eat your pussy while you’re bound?”

Rebecca’s whole body burst into flames at the mere mention of his mouth on her dripping mound. His fingers moved away and her hips thrust forward in search of his touch again.

“Answer me,” he murmured. His tongue licked across her lips, making her whimper. “Answer me and I’ll replace my hand with my mouth.”

“Yes. Lick me, Darien.”

Her fingers trembled, clutching and unclutching at the invisible force holding them up. She waited, panting and tense, for Darien to lick her, to feel his hot mouth against her mound. He knelt and spread her thighs wide. She sucked in a shocked gulp of air as 86

her feet left the floor but relaxed as she realized another invisible force held her, allowing her lower body to float.

Her legs lifted to his shoulders as he leaned forward and swiped his tongue along her slit. She hissed, her hips bucking wildly. His hot breath blew against her, teasing her, tormenting her. Nicholas moved around, his gaze lazily watching as his fingers worked the buttons of his shirt free.

Rebecca’s heart felt as though it would burst from her chest it pounded so hard.

Darien continued the slow, leisurely swipes of his tongue through the juices of her pussy, making her mindless with need. With quickening desire she watched Nicholas drop his pants, freeing his engorged shaft. The purple head dripped with pre-cum and she licked her lips, remembering his salty taste.

His gaze met hers and the heat emanating from his eyes almost singed her flesh.

“I like watching you,” he purred as he moved forward and placed his hand on Darien’s shoulder. “I like watching your face as Darien licks your pussy.”

“Oh god,” Rebecca sighed as her body shuddered from head to toe.

Darien’s fingers spread her labia. His tongue lapped at her cream, the tip gently circling her clit to toy with her. She screamed, both in pleasure and frustration. The torment felt so good.

“My turn,” Nicholas growled and Darien stood, allowing his brother to drop between her splayed thighs and lick his fill as well. But before he walked away Darien thrust two fingers deep into her pussy, making her gasp and thrust her hips upward.

Nicholas groaned and licked around her clit, adding his two fingers as well. She gulped in air, her body shivering with delight. She wanted them to end this torture but at the same time didn’t want them to stop. Darien removed his fingers and moved behind her, where his hands gently massaged her ass. Slowly his fingers worked their way to the tight puckered hole of her anus then gently slid inside past the ring of resistance.

Rebecca almost shattered. “Please,” she gasped. “Oh god.”

“You taste so good, baby,” Nicholas purred as he continued to lick at her juices and fuck her with his fingers.

Every part of her burned with the need to orgasm. She could feel it just out of reach.

Her body tensed and trembled, her pussy creamed and spasmed. But both of them held her back, kept her from reaching that pinnacle, and she thought she would die if they didn’t stop—if they didn’t let her come.

“That’s it, sweet. Cream for him. Cream for me,” Darien purred in her ear, his teeth nipping gently on her lobe, his fingers tormenting her ass.

“Nicholas, please. Please fuck me.”

Nicholas stood, adjusting her legs around his waist. Her hands were still bound above, her body still floating as though weightless. “I’ll give you what you want but you can’t come.”

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“What?” she gasped, unsure she could stop herself.

“I mean it. No coming. Understand?”

She nodded, her gaze glued to his intense one. How in god’s name would she pull that off? How would she keep herself from shattering? Darien removed his fingers from her ass and held her back steady as Nicholas rammed into her with the full length of his cock. Her body tensed as she tried to hold back—tried to do as he’d asked of her. Every inch of him stretched and filled her pussy as he pulled out only to thrust forward even deeper.

She cried out, lifting her hips against his, totally engulfed in the pleasure racing through her.

He pulled back and she whimpered at the loss. “Don’t come,” Nicholas growled.

“I don’t think I can stop it,” she murmured.

“You can,” Darien whispered in her ear and with a nod he and Nicholas traded places again.

Darien lifted her legs then, slowly, keeping his eyes locked on hers the whole time, slid his cock deep inside her. His eyes closed briefly as he seated himself balls deep, his thick girth stretching her wide and filling her so full she thought she might bust.

“God, you feel good,” he groaned then began to move, his slow thrusts torturing her beyond her wildest imagination.

She wanted it harder. She wanted to feel him lose himself in it. She wanted to feel both of them buried inside her. Nicholas waved his hand, releasing her wrists. She let them fall to Darien’s shoulders, feeling the muscles flex and bunch beneath her touch.

She didn’t need to hold on, still remained levitating, but she needed to touch him, wanted to feel the heat of his flesh.

Nicholas pressed against her back, pushing her closer to Darien. She knew what he was about to do and she wanted it. Oh yes, she wanted it. Darien stilled, allowing Nicholas time to press his thick cock into her ass.

He stroked the palm of his hand over his cock, using magic to spread a thin sheen of lubricant, then pressed forward. Rebecca tensed slightly at the harsh burning as he stretched the tight ring, filling her full. The pain soon passed, leaving her with an incredible sensation of pleasure that almost sent her over the edge.

“Oh yes,” she hissed, sagging back against Nicholas.

They both began to move, gently at first then harder, faster, their thrusts timed in perfect unison. Rebecca could do nothing but ride out the wave, allowing their emotions and feelings to flow through her, fill her, consume her. Nicholas grunted, his breath coming hard and fast in her ear.

“Come for us now, baby. Let us feel it.”

It didn’t take much and as soon as he allowed her she let her release go. With a scream loud enough to wake the dead she rode out the sensations. The pounding thrusts of their cocks sent her higher, soaring over anything she’d ever felt before. Every 88

part of her screamed in pleasure and pain, every nerve ending prickled with release.

Her legs shook from the intensity while her pussy and ass clenched tightly along the invading shafts.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Darien shouted, then with a final thrust emptied his seed deep inside her. Nicholas followed seconds later, his cock spasming inside her as he lost himself to his own release.

Rebecca couldn’t move. Didn’t know if she even wanted to. All she knew was that she didn’t want this to ever end.

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Heat. Intense heat surrounded her, made sweat trickle down her back. The smell of burning
flesh filled her nose and she swallowed to keep from vomiting. Squinting, she tried to see into the
darkness engulfing her. There was nothing. Only smells and sounds—horrible sounds—filling
the air around her and she shivered in fear.

Horrible, pain-laced screams filled her ears and she jerked around, searching through the
pitch-black for the cause. Ahead of her dim red light cut its way through a foggy haze of smoke.

With growing trepidation she slowly walked toward it, her eyes ever watchful.

Her fingers shook as they reached out, touching the rock wall next to her, the cold of the
stone a stark contrast to the heat flowing through the cavern.

She was in the bowels of hell. She had to be.

A form began to take shape ahead of her. Tall and slim, he slowly became more in focus the
closer she went. Fear tightened her chest and she froze, unable to move any closer. Her heart
pounded in her chest as the shadowy form moved closer. She took a step back, retreating from the
danger she sensed.

“You can’t get away from me, Rebecca,” he snarled, his voice rough and gravely, full of
command and hatred.

“What do you want from me?” she demanded.

The figure moved forward with a flash of inhuman speed. She gasped as his face filled her
vision, the evil in his light blue eyes taunting her. “Your death,” he sneered.

She closed her eyes, screaming loudly.

Nicholas awoke with a jolt, turning quickly to find Rebecca sitting up in the bed, her fingers clutching the sheet, her voice screaming her distress. Darien sat up as well, his hands reaching out to grasp her shoulders.

“Rebecca,” Nicholas yelled as he too turned and cupped her face. “Hey, baby. Wake up.”

She stopped screaming and stared at him. Her eyes wide with fear, her brow covered in sweat.

“What happened?” he whispered.

Darien leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her shoulders as Rebecca began to shiver from head to toe.

“He wanted to kill me,” she whispered. “He’d brought me to hell to kill me.”

Brushing her hair from her forehead, he shared a troubled glance with Darien. Her mother had been able to glimpse small flashes of the future. Was it possible Rebecca has that same ability? Or was it just a nightmare brought on by stress?

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“You’re okay, baby,” Darien whispered. “It was just a nightmare.”

Shaking her head, Rebecca wiped at the tears escaping her eyes with shaking fingers. “No. It wasn’t. I’ve seen him before.”

“Seen who before?” Nicholas asked.

“The man in my dream. I saw him before I met you. The night before I went to the club. What does Sebastian look like?”

“Shoulder length gray hair and light blue eyes.”

“Tall and slim?” she asked, her eyes widening. Darien’s did as well, though Rebecca couldn’t see him.

Nicholas brushed his thumb across her cheek. “It’s a coincidence.”

“No,” she murmured, shaking her head.

Cupping her cheeks, Nicholas forced her to look at him. “Listen to me, Becca. He won’t hurt you. I swear it.”

She licked her lips, nodding. But he could tell by the terrified look in her eyes she didn’t believe him. He pulled her into his arms, holding her trembling body close to him. Falling back, he pulled her with him while Darien covered them with the blanket then he curled at her back, his arm snaking around her waist to hold her from the other side.

It took a long time for her shaking to subside. Finally she fell into a fitful sleep but Nicholas and his brother remained awake—watchful.

Nicholas’ gut tightened in fear. He’d never loved a woman. Never allowed himself to get close enough to one. He’d known his fate. He’d known his wife had already been ordained by fate, picked out for him. He’d just never imagined he’d find himself so crazy about her. And so damn close to losing her. His arms tightened around her, hardening his resolve to keep her alive.

“If anything happens to her, Nicholas…” Darien whispered.

He didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t have to. Nicholas knew well how desperate Darien was to keep her safe. It was the same desperation that kept him awake at night.

The same desperation that kept him strengthening spells and delving into forbidden territory—black magic.

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“What’s wrong?”

Rebecca looked up from her cup of coffee to find Tonya standing across the table, staring down at her in concern. Her friend pulled out the chair and sat down, waiting patiently for her to spill her guts. A small grin tugged at Rebecca’s lips. She was so glad her friend was here.

Rebecca’s finger traced the edge of her delicate bone china coffee cup. It shook slightly and she clenched her hands, trying to make it stop. She’d been doing that all 91

morning. Shaking, peeking around every corner, checking empty closets. She expected the man from her dream to jump out any minute and drag her off to some hell she couldn’t even begin to imagine.

“I had a terrible nightmare last night.” She swallowed, her gaze glued to the steam floating off the coffee. “But I think it was more than that.” She lifted her eyes, staring with fear at Tonya. “I think I saw my future.”

“What did you see?”

“A cave. Fire, smoke. And the screams.” Resting her elbows on the table, she leaned forward and covered her mouth. Bile rumbled through her stomach as the images again ran through her mind. “They were so terrible. So…”

Tonya reached across the table and touched her arm gently. “Sweetie, it was just a nightmare.”

“No.” Rebecca shook her head stubbornly. “It was more than that. It was real. I could feel the heat, Tonya. Really feel it. And the man in my dream. I think he was Sebastian.”

“Why don’t we go for a walk?” Tonya suggested. “It’s a gorgeous morning. Maybe it will take your mind off of it.”

Nodding reluctantly, Rebecca stood and followed Tonya to the garden path. Maybe Tonya was right. Maybe it was just a nightmare and she was letting her imagination run away with her.

No. She just couldn’t accept that.

“How was your night with Marcus?” Rebecca asked, trying to take her mind off the dream and the nagging fear deep in her gut.

She had a terrible feeling something was about to happen but didn’t have a clue what. Gazing around, she took in the blooming flowers and bright blue sky. God it was beautiful here.

“As good as always,” Tonya replied with a grin. “I’m beginning to get used to the whole vampire thing.”

Rebecca turned to study her friend, trying to see if she really meant what she’d just said. “Are you sure?”

Tonya’s shoulder lifted slightly in a shrug. “I think so. I can’t imagine going home without him now. Am I crazy?” she asked, meeting her gaze. “Would I be nuts to even consider it?”

“Not if you love him.”

“But would the love last an eternity? Would we still love each other two hundred years from now?”

Rebecca snorted, her lips lifting in the first real grin since she’d gotten out of bed. “I believe the two of you would.”

Tonya sighed and glanced toward the sky. “It’s all happened so fast, hasn’t it?

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“I know. It’s almost scary.”

Tonya raised her hand, shielding her eyes from the sunlight as she stared intently at something in the sky. “Speaking of scary. What the hell is that?”

Rebecca looked as well. Two large birds headed toward them, their wings spread wide. Their large grayish bodies resembled bats. Dread seeped into her bones and her stomach knotted with apprehension. Something wasn’t right, she could feel it—smell it.

Reaching out, she touched Tonya’s arm. “Go,” she murmured, then shouted louder,

“Go! Now! Run!”

They both turned and took off down the path back toward the castle. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest as the realization that they were here for her sank in. She knew it. She had to get back to the castle but it was too far away.

Grabbing Tonya’s elbow, she stopped her friend and pulled her close. She’d never tried transporting before…wasn’t even sure she could do it but she had to give it a try.

The bats were bearing down on them, their wings silent as they glided through the air, coming closer every second. She closed her eyes, trying to concentrate, trying to picture the lab.

Suddenly a force shoved at her chest. She and Tonya flew apart, landing in the grass about twenty yards from each other. Pain laced through her limbs, sharp tingles of pain either from the force of the fall to the ground or whatever it was that had shoved at her chest. She gulped for air, trying to sit up and make sure Tonya was okay.

Her friend struggled to her knees, her face pale. “No, stay down,” Rebecca called out. Maybe if Tonya remained motionless whatever those things were would leave her alone.

A shadow passed over her body and she glanced up warily at the demonic creatures now towering over her, tall and massive. Their eyes glowed red and she cringed at the horrid smell surrounding her. She gasped with shock. She remembered that smell. It was the same burning flesh smell from her dream.

Panting now, she began to back away across the lawn, scooting on her ass and palms. Behind them she saw Tonya raise a branch, preparing to swing it at one of the creatures. Without even turning around the creature waved his hand, forcing Tonya to the ground. She landed hard on her back. With a groan she rolled to her side.

Panic set in, chilling Rebecca to her core. She had to do something. Concentrating, she tried to freeze them using the spell Nicholas had taught her. “
Vilat
,” she cried.

It didn’t work. With a growl, one of the bats raised its palm, forcing her to float off the ground and toward them. She struggled against it, against its power and the invisible force pulling her along but she wasn’t strong enough. Her powers were too weak, too unused.

One of them wrapped its claws around her neck, holding her close to its face. She cringed, trying not to inhale for fear of gagging from their stench. Heat poured off them in waves. Intense, burning heat. She tried to pull away from it but they held her closer, wrapping their wings around her.

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“No,” she cried.

Shaking her head, she kicked out her feet, trying to hit anything that might help her to get away but it was no use. A flash of light preceded a sharp pain throughout her body. She cried out, disappearing along with the demons.

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Tonya tried to stand, shaking off the pounding at the back of her head. The clearing where Rebecca and those creatures had been was now empty. Fear made her shake but at the same time gave her strength. Pushing off the ground, Tonya fought against the tears and stumbled toward the house, screaming for Marcus as loudly as she could.

Just as she reached the steps to the veranda all three men, including the cat, came barreling out the door.

“My god,” Marcus growled as he rushed forward to help her. “What happened?”

“They took Rebecca,” she cried, tears streaming down her face.

“Who took Rebecca?” Nicholas asked, his voice shaking with fear.

She glanced up at him, guilt eating away at her stomach. “I’m so sorry. I tried to stop them.”

“Who?” Darien demanded, his face pale.

She shook her head, wishing she could tell them more than she could. “I don’t know. They looked like bats.”

Nicholas went ashen. Darien stood and grabbed a coffee cup of the table. With an angry growl, he threw it against the stone wall of the castle. It shattered, falling to the floor in hundreds of tiny pieces. Anger raged through his whole body, tensing it, making his eyes glow dangerously.

“Demons,” Vincent murmured.

Tonya shuddered and Marcus wrapped his arm around her. “Demons? But how did they get in here?”

“They’re the only ones that can,” Marcus replied with a sigh. “Not even black magic can keep them out.”

Anger rolled through her as she stared at Nicholas. He leaned against the wall, bending over with his hands against his knees. He was devastated. Angry. Terrified.

She could see it in every inch of his body, in the anguish shining in his eyes as he stood straight against the wall, his gaze fastened on the sky above them.

“Why didn’t you think of this?” she demanded, focusing her anger on Nicholas.

Even though deep down she knew it wasn’t his fault. “Why didn’t you do something to protect her?”

Nicholas closed his eyes, his lips thinning into a tight line. Darien continued to pace, anger tensing his body.

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Vincent stepped forward and waved his front paw at her. “We had no idea Sebastian was in league with demons. He’s apparently much more powerful than any of us imagined.”

“So now what?” she demanded.

Marcus tried to console her but she pushed his hand away in agitation. She wouldn’t be treated like a damn child. She wanted something done and she wanted it done now.

“What are you going to do to get her back?”

“If demons were involved she was taken to hell. If that’s the case I don’t know if we can get her back.” Vincent replied sadly and Tonya gaped at him in shock. “We cannot gain access to the caverns without a demon leading the way,”

She shook her head, refusing to accept his answer as that. “There has to be a way.

What about your black magic? Isn’t there a spell you could cast?”

Nicholas stood straighter, his eyes widening slightly. Pushing away from the wall, he headed inside.

“No, Nicholas,” Vincent snarled.

“What?” Tonya demanded as they all followed a silent Nicholas to his lab in the basement.

Nicholas stormed into the lab, anger and regret eating him alive. Why had he let her go the gardens alone? He’d had a bad feeling all morning after that nightmare she had.