Spark of Magic (3 page)

“Pick one and I’ll follow you in,” he murmured, his eyes dancing mischievously.

“You can do that?” she gasped, her pussy already drenched and hungry.

“I can do anything I want.”

Her lips twitched in amusement and excitement as he wrapped his arm around her lower back and pulled her close.

“I don’t know,” she murmured, placing her hands at his waist. The material of his black turtleneck did nothing to hide the twitching of his muscles. “Sex with a complete stranger? Will you still respect me tomorrow?” she teased.

Marcus laughed. A deep laugh that rumbled through his whole body and sent tingles down her spine. “Of course I will,” he murmured against her lips. “Hurry up and pick a fantasy, sweet, before I fuck you right here.”

Her heart skipped a beat as she stared deep into his gaze. This was crazy, wasn’t it?

Nuts? She’d never in her life done this—seduced a man she didn’t even know—but for some reason it felt so right—like if she didn’t do this she’d be losing the best thing to ever happen to her.

“Maybe that’s my fantasy,” she whispered. “Maybe I want you to fuck me right here. Right here on a table in clear view of anyone who might walk in.”

Marcus’s nostrils flared and his eyes darkened. “That table?” he asked with a nod toward the rectangular wooden table set up in the middle of the room.

She didn’t know why she hadn’t noticed it before but none of that mattered now.

This man was her fantasy. This man, that table and one mind-blowing night of sex she would remember for years to come.

“That table,” she murmured, pushing him backward.

Marcus grinned and put his hands on her ass, lifting her easily to wrap her legs around his waist. Her pussy rested against the ridge of his shaft and she wiggled, rubbing herself along the length of his hard cock. Oh god he was huge and juices poured from her pussy as she imagined how good he’d feel inside her.

His fingers bunched her skirt up around her waist, leaving her hips and pussy exposed.

“Fuck,” Marcus growled, setting her on the edge of the table.

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The wood was cold against her ass but she barely noticed, instead focusing on Marcus as he spread her thighs, his gaze feasting on her wet pussy. She hadn’t worn underwear and at the moment she was counting her lucky stars. Her body burned everywhere for his touch.

“Nice and wet,” he whispered.

“It’s all these images,” she whispered as his fingers slowly drew through her juices, separating her swollen labia.

“Are you sure that’s all it is?” he whispered, placing a kiss on the smooth flesh just above her clit. “Maybe I was your fantasy all along.”

His tongue flicked across her clit and she gasped, bucking her hips toward his mouth. “Oh God,” she groaned and bit down on her lower lip. “Maybe you were. You certainly do that like in my fantasies.”

His lips spread into a naughty grin before he licked along her slit, lapping at the juices pouring from her channel.

“Such a sweet pussy,” he murmured before thrusting his tongue deep inside her passage.

She gasped, falling back to lie on the table, her legs thrown over his shoulders as he licked his fill. Her hips bucked and ground, searching out a firmer touch she knew would send her soaring. It had been so long since she’d had an orgasm—so long since she’d been with anyone who could make her feel like this.

“Marcus,” she moaned as his tongue slowly circled her sensitive nub.

Two fingers thrust into her channel, making her hips buck off the table and causing her clit to lose contact with Marcus’ tongue. She groaned, rolling her head from side to side as he gently fucked her with his fingers. With his other hand he undid his pants, freeing his huge shaft.

She licked her lips in excitement as he settled the head at her pussy. His fingers moved to toy with the tight hole of her anus and her muscles clenched in anticipation.

Her whole body shivered at the dark lust centering there. Slowly he slid his cock forward, filling her to the womb. She groaned, lifting her hips to take him deeper. As she did his fingers pressed into her ass, filling her with a burning need demanding to be quenched.

“Ah,” he groaned, holding himself still inside her. “Such a hot little pussy you have, sweet. It feels so good.”

She ground her hips against him, wanting more, wanting him to pound into her hard. What had gotten into her? Why couldn’t she get enough? Why did it feel so perfect?

He groaned, holding her hips still by putting pressure on her lower stomach with his free hand. He pulled out then pressed back in slowly, inch by excruciating inch, his fingers still pressed deep in her ass.

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“Like that, sweet?” he murmured then did it again, driving her insane with his patience and slow movements.

He pulled out, circling her swollen clit with the head of his shaft. Lightning zeroed in on the tiny little nub, robbing her of breath. “Answer me,” he demanded and her heart jerked. How did he know she liked being ordered, being dominated? “Answer me or I won’t give you what you want.”

He kept teasing her, kept toying with her clit.

“Yes I like it,” she sighed and he thrust slowly back inside her, wringing a scream from deep inside her chest. “Oh yes, I like it. Harder, Marcus. Give it to me harder.”

“In time,” he cooed then removed his fingers from her ass to slap her hip.

She gasped, the sting sending shards of pleasure to her already screaming core. All it would take would be one hard, deep thrust to send her over the edge and she had a feeling he knew it. Like her, he wanted to keep it slow, savor the feel of it.

“Undo your top,” he ordered, keeping his thrusts shallow and slow. “Let me see your pretty breasts.”

With trembling fingers she tugged her top open. She pulled at the lace covering her breasts, freeing them to spill over the top of her bra. The cool air of the room blew across her nipples, hardening them, sensitizing them. Leaning forward, Marcus licked at the tip of her breasts, making juices pour from her pussy to coat the table and his cock. His thrusts remained shallow, slow, as he licked his fill of one breast and then the other.

She tried to undulate her hips, tried to take him deeper, but he kept her still. When her orgasm came it would be mind-blowing, she knew it deep inside. Her muscles were already tensing and pulsing, sucking at his cock hungrily.

“That feels so good,” he murmured as he stood straight and thrust deep but not deep enough for the base of his cock to hit her clit. She moaned, slapping her hands against the table, desperate now for release. Any relief.

“I like how your pussy sucks at my cock, sweet. I like how it feels as it tightens around me.”

Tonya sighed in answer, lifting her hips and matching his slow rhythm. “Want it harder, sweet?” he purred, pulling almost out.

“Yes,” she hissed then cried out when he slammed into her hard, scooting her across the table.

Gripping her hips, he held her still as he continued to pummel her, his balls slapping against her ass in a pounding rhythm that sent her soaring out of control.

Every nerve ending in her body screamed with release and pleasure as her pussy gripped his cock, holding tight as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.

Marcus groaned along with her, his head thrown back as a strangled cry left his throat to mingle with her own sighs of pleasure.

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Rebecca stared in awe at the tropical surroundings. A path in front of her led to a secluded beach. The full moon cast silvery light across the waves and the warm night breeze blew across her shoulders like a caress as she stepped through the brush and onto the white sands of the beach.

Everything was amazing and so realistic, right down to the soft sounds of the waves crashing against the shore and the scent of tropical flowers floating on the breeze.
How did they do that?
she wondered as she strolled closer to the water. Even her clothes had changed. With a frown, she glanced down at her two-piece bathing suit.

Moonlight twinkled against her silver belly button ring and she brushed her finger around it before raising her gaze to stare out at the water.

Where were her men? Where were the men who were supposed to help bring this fantasy to life?

“Beautiful night, isn’t it?”

She gasped and turned to stare in surprise at the twins from earlier. They were shirtless, their bronze skin stretched tight over bulging muscles. Every inch of them glowed golden in the moonlight and her fingers itched to touch their flesh, see if it was as smooth as it appeared to be. As her gaze traveled downward she realized they were naked, their cocks jutting outward, ready to give her all she imagined she wanted.

Was this for real? Was it really them or had this…this room conjured them up from her mind because she’d seen them earlier? They were the owners, the very men who’d held her keys upstairs.

“We’re quite real,” the closest one said as though reading her mind. She frowned as she studied him more closely.

“Which one are you?” she asked, finally deciding to just run with the fantasy. To hell with the real world.

“Nicholas,” he whispered.

Both of them strolled closer, their bodies moving with amazing catlike grace. Her heart hammered wildly in her chest but the idea of moving never entered her mind. It was though some force held her immobile. She trusted them and for the life of her she didn’t understand why.

“I’m Rebecca,” she whispered, unsure what else to say.

“We know,” Darien murmured in her ear and a sliver of heat traveled down her spine. “We met earlier, remember?”

She nodded, inhaling their musky scents. “Are you really here? Or did my mind just put you here?”

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“We’re very real, Rebecca,” Darien whispered.

His fingers moved slowly beneath the straps of her top, pulling them down as he trailed a blazing path down her arms with the pads of his fingers. She stared, entranced, into Nicholas’ gaze, unable to look away as Darien unclasped the back of her top, letting it fall forgotten to the sand at her feet. The night breeze washed across her nipples, making them harden and ache. Her breasts were full and needed so desperately to be squeezed and licked.

Darien cupped them from behind and she dropped her head back with a moan. His hands were warm and soft but firm as he kneaded her mounds. Lifting one, he offered it to Nicholas, who leaned down and licked her engorged nipple.

Rebecca sighed, arching her back to better fit her breasts into Nicholas’ face. But Nicholas took his time, gently stroking around the nipple with his tongue before engulfing the tip into his hot mouth and sucking hard. Rebecca let out a rasping cry, lifting her hands to bury them in his soft hair and tug him closer. His teeth scraped across her nipple, making her shudder in need.

She forgot all her concerns and let her inhibitions run wild. It was like being in a dream. A perfect dream. Juices coated her pussy and the crotch of her bathing suit as Darien gently nibbled along the side of her neck, his teeth softly biting at her pulse point. Every muscle in her body felt weak and mushy, her insides like molten lava, ready to be taken any way they chose.

Oh yes, this fantasy fit. It fit so well and felt so right.

“Can you feel it, Nicholas?” Darien questioned.

Nicholas removed his mouth from her breast and dropped to his knees before her so he could tug at the bottoms of her suit. “Yes,” he hissed, leaning in closer to inhale her scent.

Feel what,
she wondered, but their hands quickly made her forget.

Nicholas’ palms pushed her bottom of her bathing suit to the ground then helped her to lift shaking legs and step out of them. With a gentle shove he spread her legs wide, allowing him access to her aching core. Two fingers gently spread her juices along her slit then upward between her ass cheeks.

She trembled from head to toe, falling back onto Darien’s chest. He caught her easily, holding her with one arm around her waist, the other fondling her breasts. Was it the heat? Is that what Darien had meant when he’d asked Nicholas if he felt it? The ever-increasing heat as they came closer to an overwhelming need to find release?

Rebecca couldn’t ever remember being so turned-on. She couldn’t ever remember being so much in need or so wet. Being with just one man had never been enough for her. She’d always needed two. She’d always needed this.

Nicholas removed his hand to stand before her and she groaned, wanting him to put his hand back, to fuck her with his fingers. Instead he covered her lips with his, filling her mouth with his spicy taste. His tongue was like velvet, stroking hers with wicked intent and she responded in kind, sucking greedily.

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Darien’s hands stroked down her flesh, igniting her passion to almost boiling. His fingers slid through the juices coating her pussy and her hips jerked backward, seeking a firmer touch. He continued to tease, separating her labia and smearing her juices. Two fingers thrust deep, sending her spiraling upward, her moan becoming lost in Nicholas’

kiss.

She could hardly breathe, could hardly think as Darien thrust his fingers in and out, teasing her with the gentle strokes. He removed them, moving to the tight hole of her anus. Gently he pressed forward, testing the ring of resistance before pulling them back and sliding them through the juices coating her pussy.

Rebecca was on fire. Hot, blazing fire that threatened to consume every part of her.

“So beautiful,” Nicholas whispered against her lips as his fingers moved down to pinch at her nipples. “So perfect for us.”

“So perfect,” she murmured. “For me.”

“That’s it, baby,” Darien whispered. “Let us take you, give you what you need.”

“Yes,” she moaned.

Darien thrust two wet fingers deep into her ass. “Is this where you need it?”

“I need it everywhere,” she hissed, pushing her hips back in time with his thrusts.

Nicholas dropped back to his knees and licked his tongue along her slit. She gasped, digging her nails into the flesh of Darien’s arm, still wrapped around her waist.

His nose nudged her clit, making her gasp, and Darien increased the rhythm of his fingers as they fucked her ass.

“Oh yes,” she sighed as Nicholas slid two fingers into her dripping pussy. His movements kept time with Darien’s, each pressing against the thin membrane separating her channels, driving her mad with need. She wanted more. She needed more.

“Please, one of you,” she gasped.

Nicholas removed his fingers and lay on his back against the sand. Darien removed his as well but instead of letting her sink on Nicholas’s delectable cock like she wanted to he told her to drop to her knees.

“Suck his cock,” he ordered.

Licking her lips in anticipation she leaned forward, sticking her ass in the air, and drug her tongue along the vein of Nicholas’ thick shaft. His cock jerked and she reached out to gently message his balls. Nicholas groaned, holding the back of her head with his palm. Behind her Darien separated the folds of her pussy and stabbed her with his tongue. She groaned, thrusting her hips back in time with his licks as he ate at her juices.

Grasping Nicholas’ cock at the base, she lifted it to her lips. Her tongue flicked out to lick at the salty pre-cum coating the head.

“Mmm,” Nicholas murmured. “That’s it, baby. Lick it like it’s your favorite piece of candy.”

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She continued to stroke him, teasing the tip with her tongue as Darien switched gears and thrust two fingers into her pussy, fucking her hard and fast. She groaned, guiding Nicholas’ cock into her mouth and sucking just as furiously. A hunger gripped her unlike anything she’d felt before. She needed to bond with them, needed them slamming her full with their cocks, their strength. Needed it like she needed the air she breathed.

Darien moved closer and replaced his fingers with his thick cock, pressing deep in excruciatingly slow thrusts. She cried out as he stretched her, filled her with his heat.

“Just to get wet,” he murmured. “I want your ass, baby. I want to sink my cock into your ass while Nicholas takes your pussy.”

Searing heat flared through her body at even the threat of taking both of them at once. It was what she’d spent her whole life waiting for.

“Take me, please,” she moaned, almost desperate now.

Darien removed his cock then helped to position her over Nicholas. She sank greedily onto his cock, sighing as he filled her to the womb. With a groan of his own Nicholas tugged her down to his chest as Darien pushed his cock deep into her ass.

At first the sensation overwhelmed her and she fought for air, struggling to remain conscious as the fullness threatened to send her soaring. As she calmed other sensations began to emerge. The feel of her pussy squeezing and sucking at Nicholas’ cock, the tightness of her ass around Darien’s cock, the belonging that filled all three of them as they began to move as one.

The sensations engulfed her, filled her until she thought she would explode. She didn’t know how much more she could take and fought the overwhelming emotions as she wiggled between the two of them, anxious to feel them moving inside her.

“Let it come,” Nicholas whispered. “Let it inside you.”

“No,” she murmured, not completely sure what she was denying. Whatever it was it threatened to consume and it scared the hell out of her.

Slowly they began to move, Darien thrusting in and out as she ground her pussy on Nicholas’ hard cock.

“You can’t fight it, baby,” Darien said as he placed a gentle kiss on her shoulder.

Rebecca whimpered, trying hard to keep that wall up, that one barrier against whatever it was threatening to take her over. Nicholas held her hips still so he could thrust up, deeper into her channel.

“Oh God,” she gasped, clinging hard to her control.

Darien thrust harder, keeping tempo with Nicholas and sending her senses to the stratosphere. Tension built in her stomach, knotting her muscles and hardening her breasts. Again sensations nudged at the back of her mind—cocks gripped in hot lava, balls tight and ready to explode. She closed her eyes, fighting the sensations, holding tight to her fear of the unknown. Feeling their pleasure intensified her own but at the same time terrified her.

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“Let it in, baby,” Nicholas gasped, holding tight to his own control. “Let us in.”

They both intensified their thrusts, going deeper, pushing into her harder and wringing every last ounce of control out of her. She screamed as their pleasure came rushing in. Everything they felt, she felt—the tightening of their balls, the slickness of her pussy and the tightness of her ass around Darien’s cock. Everything, she felt it all, and when she exploded she not only felt her own world tilting but theirs too as they emptied their seed deep into her body.

With a shout she collapsed onto Nicholas’ chest, losing herself in the darkness that followed.

“What the hell just happened?” Darien grunted as he slid his cock out of her tight ass.

Nicholas knew Darien had to be as weak as he was from the multiple orgasms that had gripped them. He’d not only felt his own but Darien’s and Rebecca’s as well. He’d never imagined it would be that intense and hadn’t been prepared for it. He felt as though part of his soul had just been ripped from his chest.

“It would appear that not only is Rebecca the woman we’re supposed to watch over but she’s our mate as well,” Nicholas whispered, his arms coming up to cradle Rebecca against his chest. Her even breathing told him she was still out cold.

“Maybe our mother knew and that’s what she meant by ‘you will know her when you join with her’. I had no idea it would feel like that,” Darien sighed as he dropped tiredly to the sand next to Nicholas. His gaze moved to Rebecca’s face and he reached out to softly stroke her cheek. “Now what do we do?”

“We protect her.”

“How? Do you really think she’s just going to go with us to England?”

“We’re not giving her a choice,” Nicholas hissed. “We can’t. You know as well as I do Sebastian has intensified his efforts to find her. She’s a sitting duck here. We can better protect her at the castle.”

“What about her friend?”

Nicholas sighed and ran his fingers through Rebecca’s hair, subconsciously holding her closer. He’d almost forgotten about the young woman who’d come with her. If Rebecca disappeared Tonya could be a real problem, bringing attention where they least wanted it.

“I don’t know,” he whispered. “We’ll think of something.”

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Tonya stared at the ceiling, her gaze still blurred and her breathing ragged from the amazing orgasm she’d just had. And with a stranger to boot. Hell of a fantasy. Her lips spread into a grin.