Spark of Magic (9 page)

Think of anything else but the sight of those luscious globes, all swollen and firm, her rosy
nipples round and erect
.

With a groan she sat up suddenly, tugged her own top off and threw it across the room with impatience. Her bra was next, landing on the dresser a few feet away. “Oh that feels so much better.” Dropping to her back, she stretched, smiling coyly up at Nicholas. “Come on, Nicholas. Lick them.”

His brother looked at him, his brows drawn tight from the strain of holding back.

“Please, one of you, give me some relief,” she begged, her words even more slurred now than before.

The drug was taking a deeper hold and she’d soon be sound asleep. Would it hurt to give her a little relief before she passed out? Leaning down, Darien licked his tongue across one engorged nipple. She gasped, arching her back and shoving her breasts further into his mouth. Nicholas slid her underwear off then used his palms to spread her legs.

Her scent wafted up to surround him, intensifying his need to bury his cock inside her. He and Nicholas both slid their hands between her legs, stroking her labia through the thick juices coating her. Together he and Nicholas slid a finger inside, stroking her tight, hot walls. She moaned in pleasure, her hips undulating along with their slow thrusts, sucking their fingers deeper into her tight passage.

Closing his eyes, Nicholas imagined it was his cock encased in her pussy—

imagined it was his cock that her walls squeezed so hungrily. “Feel good, sweet?” he murmured against her lips.

She only whimpered in response, her release close. With a shout she came, her pussy pulsing around their fingers, her cries and scent surrounding them. As quick as it had come she was out like a light, her chest rising and falling with the slow breaths of sleep.

“There’s no way in hell I can leave this room,” Nicholas whispered. “I can’t fucking walk.”

Darien laughed, dropping his forehead to the pillow next to Rebecca’s head.

“Neither can I. We might as well turn in too. It’s late anyway.”

Nicholas nodded then stripped and climbed into the bed next to Rebecca. Darien followed, wrapping Rebecca in his arms from the other side, her body warm and soft against his.

This was going to be a long night.

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* * * * *

Tonya took the handkerchief Marcus handed her and wiped the salve from his cheek. The bruise had faded, leaving healthy tanned skin in its place. She brushed her finger across the healed spot, watching his long lashes flutter against his cheek as he blinked. Just touching him, whether sexually or not, made her stomach flip.

He sat on a bench, his body facing forward as she stood next to him wiping away the last traces of the magical salve. How did she feel about falling in love with a vampire? How would she feel about giving herself to him fully—biting him so he could make her what he was? How would she feel if she didn’t and had to let him go?

His lips lifted in a slight smile as he studied her. “Your eyes give you away,” he whispered.

“How so?” she asked, brushing the back of her fingers along his jawline. “What do you see?”

He turned to face her more fully and stared deep into her eyes. She watched the moonlight reflect in the deep blue of his gaze and wondered how she would ever go on without him.

“I see confusion, worry.” His lips spread into a sensual grin. “Desire.”

She returned his grin as his arm rose to wrap around her waist and pull her close.

He buried his face between her breasts, inhaling her scent as he hugged her tight. “I don’t want you to ever be afraid of me,” he sighed.

With a frown, she ran her fingers through the hair on the top of his head. “I’m not afraid of you. At least not now.”

He tilted his head back, staring up at her with eyes full of hunger and her whole body shivered in response, her own hunger rising a notch. She’d never met anyone who could make her feel like this—who could make her weak with passion.

“I want you,” he whispered and she ran the tip of her finger down his nose. “I want all of you, Tonya. Forever.”

She froze, swallowing the sudden lump in her throat. Could she give him forever?

Could she cross over and become something else?

“I—” she began, taking a deep shuttering breath.

“It’s okay,” he said, interrupting her. “I want you to be sure. When you’re ready I’ll be here.”

Licking at her lips, she felt the heat of a blush move over her face and neck. “Can we still make love?”

He smiled, making her heart skip a beat. “You bet we can, gorgeous.”

Grabbing her hands, he tugged, pulling her down to the grass with him. With a laugh she wrapped her arms around his neck and welcomed his lips against hers. She moaned, opening her mouth to accept his kiss. He tasted of warm cider and smelled of 66

hot, aroused male. The desire she felt when he touched her was incredible. Undeniable.

He’d hardly touched her and already she wanted him so bad her whole body ached.

His lips moved from hers to blaze a trail down the side of her neck. Strong fingers tugged her top from the waistband of her jeans, exposing the sensitive skin of her stomach. Lifting slightly, she allowed him to remove her top completely. The cool night air brushed across her flesh, making her shiver but the heat in his gaze turned her shivers of cold into shivers of delight.

Her nipples beaded against the lace of her bra as his fingers gently skimmed along the edge, teasing her breasts. With a gentle tug he freed one breast, the heavy mound spilling over to beg for his touch. His tongue flicked across the swollen nipple, making her gasp and arch her back for more.

He was entirely too content to tease and with an aggravated shove she pushed him to his back. Wide blue eyes stared up at her in a mixture of shock, arousal and, surprisingly, love. She stopped, her hands behind her to unclasp her bra and stared into his gaze, the words “I love you” on the tip of her tongue.

“Say it,” he whispered.

Swallowing, she unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the ground. His hungry gaze dropped to her breasts and he licked his lips before moving his eyes back to her.

“Say it,” he whispered again.

“I think I love you,” she sighed, leaning back slightly to undo his pants.

His cock, thick and long, sprang free and she traced her finger down his velvety shaft.

“Just think?” he growled and her lips twitched playfully.

“Just think,” she purred then bent over to lick along his length, making him growl.

In a move so fast it shocked her he sat up, grasping her face between his hands and pulling her close. His eyes glowed and his nostrils flared, making her belly tense in need. “Make sure you’re certain before you say it because the second you do you’re mine. Forever.”

Her gasp was swallowed by his kiss as his mouth descended onto hers with almost brutal pressure. His tongue invaded, stealing her very breath as he deepened the kiss, dominated her and left no doubt she was his.

Laying her on the ground, he kissed a path down her stomach. Her hips lifted as his hands slid her jeans over her hips then down her legs. Next came her underwear and she hissed as the night wind blew across her aching pussy.

Marcus spread her legs wide, his lips placing soft nibbling kisses against the inside of her thigh as he slowly worked his way up to her wet mound. Her breaths came out as short pants as her hips lifted off the ground, silently begging him to taste her, to fuck her with his tongue.

His hand rested against her lower stomach, applying just a little pressure. “Be still,”

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Tonya bit her lower lip, concentrating hard on keeping her body still. Marcus separated her labia and blew softly against her clit. She moaned, thrashing her head from side to side. She was on fire, every part of her, and if he didn’t do something soon she’d combust.

“Marcus, please,” she gasped as he slowly licked his tongue along her slit, the tip gently circling her swollen clit.

“But you look so adorable,” he purred then rose to flick his tongue across her nipple, making her groan. With his finger, he moved the lace covering her other breast, exposing it to his gaze. “With these gorgeous breasts hanging out, the bit of fabric underneath pressing them upward so that they’re just perfect for kissing.”

“And these long legs,” he purred as his hands skimmed down her thighs. “So perfect.”

She moaned, lifting her hips slightly as his fingers moved close to the inside of her thigh. “And this pussy,” he whispered, his lips spreading into a sexy grin. “Such a delectable treat.”

“Marcus,” she groaned.

“Do you want me to touch you there?” he teased, his fingers barely brushing across her labia, making her shudder.

“Yes,” she hissed, her hips bucking, blindly searching for his touch.

“How bad?” he teased, his fingers gently stroking her between the globes of her ass.

One finger pressed into the tight hole of her anus, making her jerk in surprise. But a good surprise, she realized once the initial discomfort passed. Juices poured from her pussy to slide down the crevice, lubricating his fingers.

“Oh god,” she whimpered as he slowly fucked her ass with his finger.

“Do you want me to lick it?” he whispered in her ear, making her whole body tremble.

She nodded, unable to speak past the lump of need in her throat.

He moved between her legs, his tongue working a slow path along her drenched slit. “Mmmm,” he hummed. “So good.”

He added a second finger to her ass just as his tongue delved deep into her pussy.

Her hips lifted from the ground to grind into his face. Marcus murmured his approval as he continued to lap up her cream, lick away every drop that dripped forth.

Tonya was so close every muscle in her body shook with the intensity of her oncoming release. Marcus’ tongue flattened against her clit and she exploded, her body erupting into a mass of heat and sensation. Before she could even begin to relax Marcus slid his fingers from her ass and moved over her. Settling his cock between her legs, he entered her pussy balls-deep with one powerful thrust.

With a loud scream Tonya came again, this one even stronger than the last—every pulse of her pussy pulling him deeper as he pounded into her. Her legs lifted to encircle 68

his hips and he growled, pounding into her with enough force to move her across the grass.

“Fuck,” Marcus groaned, hissing and baring his fangs toward the night sky.

Her heart pounded faster as the desire for him to bite her became overwhelming.

She needed him to. Needed him to drink from her, make her a part of him.

“Marcus,” she whimpered, the stirrings of a third orgasm building in her womb.

“Do it. Bite me.”

He stared down at her in surprise, his thrusts slowing, his nostrils flaring. She nodded then tilted her head to the side, her body so close to another mind-numbing release she could hardly breathe.

Leaning down, Marcus licked the side of her neck then sank his teeth into her flesh.

The sting initially made her gasp but then intensified the pleasure, sending her soaring.

She cried out, bucking her hips beneath him as he let go of her neck and shouted toward the night sky, his seed emptying into her greedy pussy.

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Rebecca stretched along the soft sheets, smiling as her body brushed against the two warm males on either side of her. The morning sun streamed through the open French doors as it rose over the mountain behind them and warmed the wood floors.

As she shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position, she frowned, unable to remember how she’d gotten here.

Nicholas turned so that he faced her. His hand rested possessively on her hip, burning her flesh with his touch. “Good morning, my drunken minx,” he murmured, his lips twitching slightly.

“Drunken minx?” she murmured. “I don’t remember drinking anything.”

Darien moved behind her so his chest rested against her back, his legs curled behind hers. “Do you remember sniffing an herb in the lab?” he asked.

She frowned, pursing her lips. She remembered opening a bottle and the overwhelming smell of wood smoke but other than that nothing. “What was that stuff?” she asked, trying to ignore Darien’s soft lips as they nibbled along the back of her shoulder.

“It’s an herb used to induce intoxication,” Nicholas replied, running his finger along her collarbone. “And you took in a lot of it.”

Every inch of her skin tingled as they moved closer, sandwiching her between them. It felt so right being here like this. With a hand behind her thigh, Nicholas lifted her leg and settled it over his hip. Juices poured from her pussy to coat the inside of her other thigh and she wiggled, wanting to get closer to his cock as it pressed into her stomach. Darien’s cock pressed into her hip, making her gasp with growing desire that snaked along her limbs, warming her from the inside out.

God, how could they do this to her so fast?

“You have no idea what you did to us last night,” Nicholas murmured.

Rebecca whimpered, parting her lips as his breath blew across her mouth. She wanted him to kiss her, to feel his tongue dominate her, to taste him. She needed it as much as she needed her next breath of air. Whenever they touched her it was as though she had no control over her body anymore. All she could do was ride the wave of need that enveloped her like a magic spell.

“What did I do to you?” she whispered, licking her tongue across his lower lip.

Darien bit down on her earlobe, making her shiver with delight. “How about we show you,” he breathed in her ear.

His hand moved lower, over the rise of her hip then dipped between her legs from behind. She sighed, arching her back slightly and thrusting her hips toward his fingers 70

as they separated her wet labia with featherlike strokes. Every part of her burned with a need she couldn’t control. Right now she didn’t know if she even wanted to control it.

She knew they could give her unbelievable pleasure so she’d given up the fight—

choosing to feel as opposed to trying to think it to death.

Their skill in the bedroom had won her body but their understanding, patience and adorable senses of humor had begun to win her heart.

Nicholas nibbled along her neck, sending sparks of heat straight to her core. Darien continued with the teasing strokes, deliberately driving her mad. Her fingers feathered along Nicholas’ chest, following the rise and fall of his muscles as she worked her way lower over the ridges of his abs. Her hand gently wrapped around his thick shaft, squeezing as she stroked upward. The thin covering of skin felt like velvet as she worked her way to the tip.

His hips jerked forward as he moaned his approval. Warm fingers came up to pluck at her nipples. Pain mingled with pleasure to send her soaring higher, increasing her need for them. Even their smells drove her wild. Hot, musky male mixed with a little spice. It was heaven.

Darien slipped two fingers into her dripping pussy from behind and she gasped, whimpering for more as he stretched her tight passage. Moving from her pussy, he slid his wet fingers into her ass, gently at first, stretching her with scissorlike motions.

Nicholas added his fingers to her pussy, almost sending her into immediate orgasm.

“Shhh,” Darien purred, slowing his thrusts to match Nicholas’. “Not yet. I want to be inside you when you come.”

“Then you better hurry,” she groaned, panting to keep herself under control. She was so close she could taste it but they kept what she needed from her, they deliberately kept her on that edge.

When Nicholas removed his fingers she whimpered in protest but he covered her mouth with his, silencing her cries as Darien thrust into her pussy from behind, filling her to the womb.

“Like that, baby?” he purred.

She moaned, her fingers digging into Nicholas’ hip.

Darien pulled out, allowing Nicholas to enter her from the front. She ground her hips against him, loving the sensation of the opposing strokes—one from the back then another from the front. They switched again, neither missing a beat as they continued to torment her from both positions. But she needed more.

“Please,” she sighed. “Oh please, I need more. I need you both.”

They shifted slightly, Nicholas pulling out of her pussy and allowing Darien to position himself at the tight rosebud opening of her anus. She tensed, her body so wild with need she could hardly breathe. Darien pushed gently but she wanted none of that and shoved against him, pushing half his cock in her ass before he could stop himself.

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She cried out, clenching her fingers into Nicholas’ hip to pull him closer, to pull him inside her as well. She wanted to feel them together as one. She needed the both of them at once. It made her feel whole, a part of them. With a groan he answered her need, thrusting his cock inside her aching passage. She gulped in huge amounts of air as both Nicholas and Darien shoved forward, filling her impossibly deep, giving her all they had.

Darien cursed and buried his face in her neck, his nails digging into her waist as he held himself still. Nicholas remained still as well, the muscles of his neck and chest tensed and corded.

“She’s so damn tight,” Darien hissed, slowly pulling out to push back in and seat himself even deeper.

The fullness was breathtaking, almost overwhelming as they both slowly began to move in counterpoint, Nicholas pushing in as Darien pulled out. But only at first. Once her body became accustomed to the torturous pleasure and pain they began to move together, both thrusting deep with perfect timing that quickly sent her into orbit.

Her whole body tensed and shivered with her oncoming release. It built from her core, moving outward like a wave, and she screamed, holding nothing back as her body shattered into a million pieces. She could feel them, feel their pleasure as her pussy and ass spasmed around their cocks, milking them, draining them of everything they had.

Both men groaned as they increased their thrusts, pounding into her so hard she thought they might break her in two. Surprisingly, she came again, splintering into a million tiny pieces of shuddering sensation. With a shout they came, spilling their seed deep inside her. She fought to hold onto consciousness as their orgasms swam through her, mingling with her own.

Darien placed soft kisses along the back of her shoulder while Nicholas rained them across her brow. Every part of her was as limp as a rag doll, sated and spent. She couldn’t move much less speak. All she could do was moan and let their hands and lips soothe her.

“God, making love with you is incredible,” Nicholas sighed, his lips moving against hers with his words.

She smiled slightly, the words “making love” sending a little thrill through her to wrap around her heart. “Like the two of you haven’t shared before.”

“Not like that,” Darien drawled, his breath teasing her ear as he spoke. “I could make love to you all day.”

“We have so much to do,” she sighed. “So much you have to teach me.”

Nicholas placed soft butterfly kisses along her jawline, making her sigh.

“We have four days before the ball. Plenty of time to get your magic into shape and those protection spells in place,” Darien whispered.

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that up-front but had agreed to go along. She wanted her life back. Not necessarily the old one but a life where she could go out, have dinner, see a movie, go shopping. She wanted more mornings like this, more nights sleeping between her warlocks.

Did she love them?

Pulling away slightly, she studied Nicholas’ deep blue eyes, his full, gentle lips.

Turning to look over her shoulder, she studied Darien. He was a mirror image of Nicholas right down to the cleft in his chin. Except, she thought with a grin, his white streak. Lifting her hand, she pulled at one of the white strands.

“You okay, sweet?” Darien asked, his brows drawn in concern.

One corner of her lips lifted in a wry smile. “I’m fine. Just thinking.”

“About what?” Nicholas asked as he gripped her chin, turning her to face him.

“Can’t read my mind?” she teased.

He brushed the back of his fingers down her cheek. “You were blocking us.”

She frowned. “I was?”

Nicholas nodded with a grin. “Apparently you learn fast.”

“I didn’t even realize I was doing it.”

“Concentrate, Becca,” Darien whispered. “What am I thinking?”

She turned her cheek slightly, allowing him to brush his lips across her flesh and she shivered, realizing they were both still buried inside her. “How can I think when you’re doing that?”

“You’re not concentrating,” he purred then slapped her hip with his hand.

The sting startled her and sent tingles down her spine but she did as he requested and tried to concentrate. Closing her eyes, she blocked out the feel of their cocks, partially hard inside her, the feel of their warm bodies surrounding hers.

Pieces of emotions skimmed through her—confusion, worry, desire…love. She opened her eyes and stared at Nicholas. A lot of what she felt from him was mirrored in his gaze as he watched her but there was something more. Words began to form, whispered words.

Hungry…sunshine…kiss me.

“Which one of you wants me to kiss you?” she asked.

Darien chuckled. “Close,” he said. “We were suggesting breakfast.”

“How did I get kiss me from breakfast?” she sighed. “I’m never going to get this.”

“Yes you will,” Nicholas said with a grin. “Are you hungry?”

Her stomach growled at the mention of food and she grimaced. “It appears that way.” Wiggling her hips, she moaned as they pressed forward, filling her again. “But I invited Tonya to breakfast this morning, remember? I told her we’d meet on the veranda.”

“I remember,” Darien murmured as his hand came around to cup her breasts and toy with her nipple. “But if you keep that up you’ll be late.”

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“It’s still early yet,” she sighed, her lips lifting in a sexy grin. Nicholas smiled in return, his eyes glowing with the same desire swimming through her own veins.

“Yes it is,” Darien teased. “But I think we should take a shower then trade places.

It’s time I got a taste of that pussy.”

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“Good morning,” Rebecca sang as she dropped into the chair across from Tonya.

With a grimace she shifted, taking her weight off her sore ass.

Tonya watched, her lips twitching slightly in amusement but confusion clouded her eyes. “Still like the whole two man aspect?”

The heat of a blush moved over Rebecca’s cheeks. “Yeah, for the most part.”

Lifting her cup, she sipped at the hot coffee, almost sighing at the warm caramel flavor. She loved caramel. The morning sun had already warmed the veranda and dried the dew covering the flowers. A white unicorn grazed just a few feet away, his gaze silently watching.

“How are you?” Rebecca asked, studying her friend closely.

A breeze blew, ruffling her dark blonde hair and the collar of her green blouse. Her eyelids lowered, shuttering her eyes from view but Rebecca knew that deep inside something troubled her friend.

“I think I’m in love with him,” Tonya whispered.

“Tonya, he’s immortal.”

“I know.” Tonya lifted her gaze and stared pleadingly into Rebecca’s. “I don’t know what to do. He’s offered to make me like him so we can be together but I’m terrified.

He’s only half vampire. What if I turn into a full one?”

“Nicholas told me he can only transform you into what he is. He’s half therefore he can only make you half.”

With a sigh, Tonya lifted her glass of orange juice then set it back down untouched.

“I don’t know. What if they’re wrong? I want to be with him. I want to…” A single tear slipped down her cheek and Rebecca’s heart broke for her. “I just want to be with him.”

Reaching across the table, Rebecca put her hand over her friend’s trembling one.

Her fingers were cold, shaking. “Then do it,” Rebecca whispered.

“Do you love them?” Tonya asked and for a second Rebecca wasn’t sure what to say.

Did she? She felt something. She knew they felt something but was it love?

“The jury is still out on that,” Rebecca replied with a shrug of her shoulder and a cheeky grin meant to distract.

“Rebecca,” Tonya coaxed. “I’m your friend, you know. The one you tell everything to. What are you afraid of?”

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Sitting up, Rebecca licked her lips and reached for her coffee cup. She tried to pull her thoughts together while she swallowed the warm drink. “That somehow it’s not real.”