Spark of Magic (7 page)

“But long enough you saw what a botched job I did,” she said with a sigh.

“You’ll get it,” Darien whispered, then placed a soft kiss on her neck.

“Will I really? Aren’t I too old for this? Isn’t there an age where learning magic becomes harder?”

Nicholas chuckled. “No. You’ll get it, Rebecca. I know you will.”

The backs of his fingers brushed along her cheek and she turned her head slightly to study his sincere expression. He really did believe she would eventually get it and the very idea he had that much faith in her made her warm all over.

Reaching out, she touched his cheek and smiled at the stubble that scraped her fingers. He turned his head, capturing her fingers in his hand and gently kissing them.

A tingle ran up her arm, making her shudder in desire.

His fathomless eyes remained locked on hers as his lips moved to the inside of her wrist, gently nipping at the pulse point. She licked her lips, amazed at the power the two of them had over her. Whether together or separate they could always make her need them beyond reason. She’d been fighting it all day—fighting the memory of that day in the club, fighting her growing physical attraction to them, her need to feel them both inside her, and she swallowed.

“Are you trying to seduce me?” she whispered.

Nicholas’ lips twitched in amusement before sensually sliding up the inside of her arm to the sensitive skin at the inside of her elbow. “Maybe. If that’s what you want.”

Darien moved her hair from the side of her neck and placed a soft kiss just under her ear, making her flesh burn. “Is it what you want, Rebecca?”

She licked her lips, wondering that very thing herself. Her body was screaming yes, her mind and heart still had so many questions. Which should she listen to? Which did she want to listen to?

“Everything is happening so fast,” she murmured, her eyes sagging closed. Darien scraped his teeth along the side of her neck, sending sensual chills down her spine.

“It can go as fast or as slow as you want, baby,” Nicholas said as he moved to nibble on the other side of her neck. “Do you want us to stop?” he asked, his warm breath blowing across her ear.

She nodded then changed her mind and shook her head. She felt Darien’s lips as they spread into a smile against her shoulder. “Which is it? Yes or no?”

Neither man moved as they waited for her answer. She couldn’t fight this, she didn’t want to fight this. “No. Don’t stop.”

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Turning her head, Nicholas captured her lips in a soul stealing kiss, his tongue invading, twirling and tasting. It left her mindless and drunk from desire. Her whole body hummed with building lust, her pussy leaking cream onto the crotch of her panties. She wanted them off, she wanted to feel their hands all over her body like before. She needed it so much she felt as though she were suffocating from it.

Breaking the kiss, Nicholas moved to settle on his knees between her legs. With a gentle nudge he spread them wide, exposing her aching mound. His fingers moved to the band of her panties and tugged.

“Lift your hips, baby,” he commanded softly and she obeyed without thought.

All she could do was feel—her own need as well as theirs. It was the oddest sensation and an overwhelming one at that, as their desire for her screamed through her body to mingle with hers, intensifying it.

“You have such nice legs, Becca,” Nicholas whispered as he gently placed one leg over the arm of the couch. “Hmmm,” he purred. “And such a nice, wet pussy.”

His lips touched the inside of her thigh, making her gasp. Darien remained behind her, his mouth softly toying with her earlobe, his fingers loosening the front buttons of her dress. Slowly Nicholas worked his way higher, ever closer to her already aching mound, and she bit down on her lip to keep from begging him to lick her.

“Is this some kind of magic trick?” she gasped as Nicholas blew against her labia.

“No, sweet,” Darien whispered.

He spread open the top of her dress, exposing her bra and heaving breasts. Her nipples were hard and extended even behind the lace covering them. He palmed one, making her groan and arch her back. “You need us as much as we need you. We’re one now.”

His lips moved to nip a trail down the side of her neck, making her senses jump to life. Nicholas spread her labia, gently licking his tongue along her slit. She moaned, dropping her head back against the cushions. Darien leaned forward, licking across her nipples through the lace, making her shiver in delight.

When Nicholas’ tongue flattened against her clit her hips bucked, shoving her pussy into his face. “Oh God,” she moaned, now completely on fire from head to toe.

“Mmmm, you taste good,” he murmured then continued his leisurely strokes, deliberately avoiding where she wanted him to touch her the most.

Juices poured from her body to coat his face and moisten between the cheeks of her ass. She wanted him so badly she could cry. Sensations slammed through her as she opened herself up to their sensations, their feelings. She could feel the pressure in their balls, the need pounding through their veins, the desire to give her pleasure and it intensified her own, made her almost animalistic to get what she needed.

“Please,” she hissed, undulating her hips against Nicholas’s mouth.

“On your knees,” Nicholas ordered and she sat up, facing him. “Face the other way.

Face Darien.”

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She frowned at first then moved to her knees, facing the back of the couch. Darien moved to sit on the back, his slacks undone, his cock free and thick. He was so gorgeous, his eyes aglow with the same desire eating her alive. She licked her lips as she stared, enraptured by the purple head now glistening with drops of precum. Darien growled then gripped her dress, helping Nicholas to lift it over her head.

Next her bra dropped to the floor, freeing her breasts. Darien stared at her in fascination, his eyes glowing hungrily as they raked over her form, and her stomach jerked at the intensity of his gaze. The warm air of the room washed over her naked form, searing her skin and puckering her nipples. Nicholas thrust two fingers into her wet channel just as Darien leaned forward to nibble at her neck. She cried out, holding tight to Darien’s hair. Sex with two men was amazing. It was everything she needed and then some.

Moving her hips in time with Nicholas’ fingers, she moaned her pleasure, silently begging them for more. Darien pulled away, his fingers gripping the base of his cock.

“Lick me,” he whispered.

She leaned forward quickly, hungry for the first taste of his massive cock. She wanted to give him the same pleasure they gave her. Her tongue licked across the head, savoring the salty taste of his cum. Darien groaned his approval, encouraging her to continue. “That’s it, baby. Take it in your mouth.”

Opening her lips, she engulfed only half of his length. It was all she could fit in her mouth. With her tongue she teased the head, circling the shaft just under it. Nicholas had stopped his thrusts, holding his fingers deep inside her. She knew he watched her.

She could sense his gaze, feel his burning lust and it drove her on, made her wild. With little embarrassment she realized she enjoyed the fact that he watched.

His fingers began to move again, slowly at first then harder, more demandingly.

She gasped, thrusting her hips back to take them deeper. With a growl of his own he removed his fingers and replaced them with a hard thrust of his huge shaft. She groaned, gently biting down on Darien’s cock. He growled, burying his fingers in her hair and tugging her down, forcing more of his cock into her mouth. Relaxing her throat, she took all of him, just like she took all of Nicholas into her pussy. He pounded into her—hard demanding thrusts that just made her hungry for more and she pushed back, using her body to beg for it.

“Damn,” Darien growled, his body tightening. “Your mouth feels so good, baby.

Can you feel it? Can you feel what your mouth is doing to me?”

She could. In her mind she could feel every swipe of her tongue, every gripping throb of her channel is it held tight to Nicholas. She whimpered around his cock, so close to shattering into a million pieces she could hardly breathe. Of course the cock down her throat wasn’t helping matters either but he tasted so good she didn’t want to let him go. Nicholas fucked her so hard her pussy burned, clenching at his shaft and sucking it even deeper. She could feel his lust as well, his building release as hers hit.

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Their three emotions melted into one blinding orgasm as Darien spurted his seed down her throat and Nicholas came into her pulsing pussy. Over and over it washed through her, around her, almost strangling her with its intensity.

Nicholas moved slowly, gently thrusting in soothing motions as she licked Darien’s cock clean. The room spun, her mind clinging precariously to consciousness and she dropped her forehead to Darien’s leg, spent and satisfied beyond anything she could imagine. In the back of her mind she imagined she’d felt their love for her but she shoved it aside, unsure she was ready to face that just yet.

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“How are you holding up, Tonya?” Rebecca asked as they followed the stone path through the center of the garden.

“I don’t know,” she said with a tired sigh. “I still feel like I’m stuck in the middle of some dream.”

Rebecca laughed. “Yeah, me too. Wonder if we’ll ever wake up?”

“Do you really want to? I mean you’ve always wanted two men smothering you with attention and sex.” Tonya wiggled her eyebrows.

“I’ll admit the sex is amazing. More than I ever imagined. I just never dreamed I’d be in the middle of something so wild. Arrogant talking cats, vampires, a Witches Council. What’s next? Aliens?”

Tonya snorted then shook her head, making her ponytail swing back and forth.

“Let’s not give the universe any more ideas. Let me get used to what’s here before I have to forget everything I learned as a child.”

“I’m glad you’re here,” Rebecca whispered. “I don’t know what I would have done if I didn’t have someone to talk to about all this.”

“Me too.” Tonya smiled and squeezed her hand. “At least you understand some of what I’m going through with Marcus. It’s the strangest thing. I can sense him when he’s near. Smell him. It’s like he’s a part of me and the second…well the second I see desire in his eyes I feel it as well. And it’s uncontrollable. Undeniable.”

“I know. I’m the same way with Darien and Nicholas. They told me that’s the way it is with their kind. Once they find their mate it’s unstoppable and since Marcus is half warlock it’s that way with him as well.”

Rebecca stopped to pluck a pink rose from the bushes lining the path. Nudging Tonya’s arm, she pointed to the white unicorn grazing in the field close by. It was so beautiful and graceful and didn’t appear to be the least bit afraid as it raised its head to stare at them.

“It’s beautiful,” Tonya whispered.

“I know. I want to touch it but I’m afraid I’ll frighten it away.”

Tonya grasped her elbow and tugged her back toward the path so they could resume their walk.

“Do you know why this Sebastian wants you dead?” Tonya asked.

“He’s the closest relation to my father so if I die the seat reverts to him. Since he can’t hold two seats it’s up to him to assign it to someone else. Nicholas believes he has 54

a vampire in mind. There are rumors circulating he’s been seen with one of the more dangerous vampires, Vlad.”

Tonya looked at her with a frown. “I don’t understand.”

“Don’t understand what?” Marcus asked from behind them, making both of them squeal in surprise.

“Don’t do that!” Tonya snapped. “God, put a bell around your neck or something.

And how did you find us? Did you stick a LoJack in my bra?”

Rebecca laughed. Clamping her hand over her mouth, she stared apologetically toward Marcus. He grinned, showing off that adorable smile and for the first time sporting a five o’clock shadow.

“Gotta love that mouth of hers,” he replied with a chuckle. “Now back to the conversation. What is it you don’t understand? Maybe I can help.”

“What difference does it make if Sebastian gives my seat to a vampire?” Rebecca asked.

“Well.” With a frown, Marcus pointed to a bench nestled beneath a shade tree and they made their way over to sit down—Tonya and Rebecca on the ends, Marcus between them. “To be honest, just giving it to a vampire is not that big a deal, considering there’re already vampires on the council. Where the problem would arise is if there were more vampires than witches. That would mean the vampires would control the council, which would not bode well for the witches, or the mortal world for that matter.”

“Why?” Tonya asked.

“To be honest, vampires and witches have a weak treaty at best. There’s always that underlying field of tension. Plus the witches keep a tight rein on the vampires.”

“That puts you in an awkward position doesn’t it?” Tonya asked. “Being from both worlds?”

“Sometimes,” he agreed. “I’m more comfortable with witches. I grew up with them.

I met Darien and Nicholas about twelve years ago. We’ve been friends ever since.”

“So if there’s more witches than vampires, what would one more vampire do?”

Rebecca asked.

Marcus thought for a moment, his brows drawn together in a frown. “Right now if another vampire was added they would be equal, which in itself could cause problems.”

“There’s got to be more to this,” Tonya said with a shake of her head. “Something we don’t know.”

“That’s obvious.” Marcus put his hand on Tonya’s knee and squeezed. Rebecca didn’t miss the flare of heat that sparked in her friend’s eyes as she looked up at him.

“Now the objective is to find out what it is we’re missing.”

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Rebecca sighed and glanced toward the white clouds floating by. The scents of rose and jasmine mingled with pine, making her think of spring back home. “Why do I have a feeling that’s going to be a lot harder than it sounds?”

Marcus chuckled. “Probably because it is.”

An image flashed through Rebecca’s mind, similar to the image she had in her apartment and others she’d had in the past. The same man she’d seen before but this time he had fangs. Long, distended fangs. She shivered, blinking the image from her mind.

“I know!” Rebecca raised her hands toward the sky in a flash of brilliance and spouted off her idea, based on the image she’d seen in her mind. “Sebastian is a vampire and nobody knows it.”

She opened her eyes to find Marcus and Rebecca staring at her as though she’d sprouted three heads. Her grin faded. “What? It was a joke.”

Marcus nodded his head then shook it. “Yes, but very plausible.” His eyes narrowed as he studied her, making her slightly uncomfortable. “Did you see something, Rebecca?”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Your mother had visions. Did you see something or were you just being silly?”

She swallowed, remembering her image. “I saw something.”

“What?”

“A vampire. But how can a witch be a vampire?” Rebecca asked.

Marcus waved his hand, a silly grin widening his lips. “Oh yeah,” she said with her own grin.

“Sebastian was born a warlock. But he can be bitten by a vampire and turned into one just like anyone else.”

“But would he have done that deliberately? Let a vampire turn him?” Tonya appeared to be just as confused as Rebecca.

Rebecca sat up straight, turning to better face Marcus. “And wouldn’t you know?”

“Not necessarily. Damn, could it be that simple? Turn himself into a vampire, form an allegiance with the ones on the council, promising them control. Take over. Son of a bitch.” Marcus stood. “I’m going to talk to Nicholas. I’ll see you ladies later.”

With that he disappeared in a flash of light right before their eyes. Tonya scowled toward the empty spot where he stood just seconds before. “I hate it when he does that.”

* * * * *

Nicholas stood in the center of the lab, studying the scroll hanging in mid-air—

Vincent’s latest version of a protection spell. It was powerful but it had holes. Holes 56

they needed to plug before they could use it. He refused to risk Rebecca. Now that he’d found her he didn’t think he could let her go.

“Marcus is coming,” Vincent said with a swish of his tail and Nicholas looked to where he nodded to see Marcus appear in a flash of soft blue light.

“Is there a problem?” Nicholas asked.

“Rebecca just blurted out a very plausible idea that needs a little delving into.”

“You want to elaborate?” Nicholas asked, intrigued.

“She thinks Sebastian allowed himself to be turned into a vampire so when he appoints a vampire to Rebecca’s seat—”

“The vampires will control the council,” Vincent finished for him.

“Exactly,” Marcus said with a nod.

Nicholas frowned and brushed his hair back over his shoulder. “How do we find out without tipping him off?”

“I’ll start with my father. See if he’s heard anything.”

“Do you know where he is?” Vincent asked, his ear sticking up in interest, his hair standing on end.

Marcus shrugged a shoulder. “He usually spends this time of year in Romania, I’ll begin there. It’ll be sundown in about an hour. If I use magic I can be back in less than three. Hopefully with a little more information.”

“If he’s been transformed this changes everything,” Vincent purred, his head tilting in thought.

“This changes nothing,” Nicholas argued. “Vampire or Warlock, the man needs to be exposed and banished.”

Vincent hissed, surprising Nicholas. “The man’s killed at least two people that we know of. If he has truly transformed into a vampire we cannot banish him to the mortal world. Death is the only option.”

* * * * *

Marcus strolled around his father’s study, glancing over various pieces of art and two hundred-year-old manuscripts. The man had a fortune in this room alone. He and his father weren’t close by any means. Strained was more like it. His father made sure he and his mother had been financially taken care of and for that Marcus would always be grateful but his warlock blood tended to rub his father the wrong way.

More than once Marcus had wondered, if his father disliked witches so much how had he ended up with his mother?

“Marcus?”

The sound of his father’s surprised voice pulled him from his trip down memory lane and he turned to look at him. He never aged, never looked a day over thirty-two, which was how old he’d been when he transformed. Marcus had inherited his deep 57

blue eyes and rich black hair, his height and strong Mediterranean features but that’s where the resemblance stopped.

“Not that I don’t enjoy seeing you but…what are you doing here?”

Marcus raised an eyebrow at his father’s unusually nervous demeanor. “Nice to see you too, Jullian. If you’re worried I’ll find out about the male lover you have upstairs you shouldn’t be.” Jullian tilted his head to the side, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. “I’ve known about your pastime for a while now.”

“I see,” Jullian replied as he strolled into the room and took a seat behind his desk.

“What can I say, Marcus? Women had begun to bore me.”

Marcus snorted. “Your personal life is your own. No need to explain. I couldn’t really care less.”

“So why are you here?” Jullian asked, his eyes narrowing into hard, cold slits.

“I’ve heard a rumor and I want to see if you’ve heard it as well.”

Jullian nodded. Resting his elbows in the desk, he folded his hands before his lips, his brow drawn in thought. “What’s the rumor?”

“That Sebastian has been Transformed.”

Jullian remained silent for several moments, his eyes guarded and unreadable. “I don’t believe I’ve heard that one.”

Marcus shrugged, watching his father closely. Something in his gut told him he’d just been lied to. “Will you do some checking around?”

“Why?” Jullian asked, relaxing back into his brown leather chair.

“Just consider it a favor for me,” Marcus replied as he crossed his leg over his thigh, his hand resting on his ankle.

Jullian nodded. “Fine. I’ll see what I can find out.”

* * * * *

Sebastian stood just on the other side of the door, his anger and anxiety rising with every second that passed. Who had found out? Who’d spread the rumor? Vlad would never hand him over but Marcus could be a problem. He needed to get a handle on him before he convinced enough people to raise doubt and concern within the council.

Stepping away from the door, he waved toward his assistant. The young man had been with him for years and he knew he could trust him. “Yes, sir?” he asked.

“Find Vlad. Tell him I need a favor.”

“Yes, sir,” his assistant replied with a nod then turned to do his bidding.

It was time to take care of Marcus.

* * * * *

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Marcus strolled through the darkening streets of Slatina, his father’s hometown.

Every twenty years or so Jullian would go somewhere else for a while but he’d always come back to this home. This is where his father had brought him after his mother died, to teach him vampire history and rules. Yes, vampires had rules. Strict rules that, if broken, more often than not resulted in execution.

As much as he appreciated everything Jullian had done for him and his mother, he just didn’t fit into his father’s world, which had been their biggest problem. Jullian had wanted him to abandon his warlock side and he wouldn’t. He couldn’t. He felt more at home with his mother’s people. Probably because that was where he’d spent his childhood. It’s where he’d grown up and become the man he was.

It hadn’t taken his father long to realize how he felt. When he did he reluctantly let him go but Marcus hadn’t missed his father’s disappointment. He’d wanted a son. A son to teach, to hunt with, but Marcus just couldn’t be that son. He couldn’t be anything other than what he was. A half-breed.

The cool night breeze blew and he pushed his collar up around his neck, warding off the chill and the sudden feeling of uneasiness. Someone followed him.

Making a right, he turned down a side street and faded into the shadows. It would be better to flush them out now than to allow them to follow him back to England. After several seconds of seeing nothing he finally decided it had only been his imagination.

Apparently he was trying to find trouble where there wasn’t any.

Cautiously, he made his way back to the main street, anxious to get to his hotel room, where he could transport back. He wasn’t strong enough to transport that far on his own. He needed the circle Vincent had helped him to set up several years ago. He could be anywhere and use any material, which was great if he needed to do it quickly.