Free Spark of Magic by Trista Ann Michaels

whispered.
    “Half witch, remember?” he replied, an apologetic smile tugging at his lips. “You shouldn’t fear me, sweet. I would never hurt you.”
    She snorted but kept her gaze glued to his. She felt awkward, his cock still buried inside her, her breasts still pressed against his chest. Awkward didn’t even begin to cover it. She’d just had sex with a vampire. What was she saying? There was no such thing!
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    She shifted slightly, forcing his cock deeper, and she closed her eyes in a mixture of aggravation and desire.
    “Keep doing that and you’ll get a repeat performance.”
    “The hell I will,” she snarled. “You’re supposed to be talking, remember? Did you make me into you?”
    He shook his head. “No. At least not yet. That’s your decision to make.”
    “If I said yes. Then what?”
    “You would feed from me and become what I am. A half-breed. Half human, half vampire. We would lack the need to feed but still have the capacity. I have been known to bite or draw blood when defending myself but have never done it for a need of food.
    I can eat normal meals, just like you. I can walk around during the day but I am immortal. I also have the ability to read your mind due to my warlock side. If we were to join completely you would be what I am.”
    “This is nuts.”
    “No, sweet. It’s real. I felt the desire to bite you the other night at the club but I suppressed it. I guess today just got a little out of hand.”
    Staring into his beautiful eyes, she swallowed. She believed him. Everything he told her. How had her life changed so quickly? One minute she was a normal person with a normal job then suddenly she was in a castle somewhere in “sort of” England with a talking cat and a half-breed vampire. Oh my God. I’ve lost my damn mind.
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Chapter Six
    Rebecca strolled through the library, her fingers running delicately along the spines of novels that had to be hundreds of years old. One several shelves up, its leather bindings soft with age, caught her interest and she reached up mentally, tugging the book from its resting spot. It floated slowly toward her hand until she was able to reach out and grab it
    “Very good, Becca.”
    She lifted her gaze to stare at the man who’d spoken. One of the twins stood in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest, his hip leaning against the door frame. He looked quite dashing and way too sexy for his own good. Unfortunately she didn’t know which one he was.
    “Darien,” he said with a grin.
    “The two of you are identical. It’s very hard to tell you apart.”
    Raising his hand, he slid two fingers down his hair on one side, a white stripe appearing in their wake. She frowned then laughed at his attempt to appear different.
    “Better?” he asked.
    “Much, thank you,” she said with a grin. “I think I like it, actually. It gives you a dangerous look for some reason.”
    “Maybe I’ll keep it then.” He shrugged. “At least this way you can tell us apart.”
    She chuckled and moved to sit on the large red sofa facing the massive stone fireplace. “That would certainly be helpful.”
    Keeping her eyes downcast, she tried to not think about how incredibly sexy he looked in his jeans, a white t-shirt stretched tight across his chest. The blue suede shirt he wore over it accentuated his eyes and made him appear more like a casual rancher than the lord of a mystical castle.
    Shouldn’t she be getting to know them before jumping their bones every time they looked at her?
    “Are you beginning to feel a little more comfortable around me and Nicholas?”
    She almost jumped at how close he sounded and stiffened when he sat down on the couch beside her. He had been so quiet she hadn’t even heard him approach. With a shrug, she kept her gaze on the book in her hand. Opening the worn, tattered pages, she studied the writing, which had faded with age.
    “I suppose. Why do you ask?”
    “Because I’m dying to lay you across this couch