Free Witchcraft (#2 Witchblood Series) by Emma Mills Page B

let out a low moan
of desire. Damn! He heard it and was spurred on, pulling me
underneath him on the sofa, pinning me below his body as he too
groaned and dug his hand into my hair, crushing his mouth into my
neck.
    The first time I’d met Sebastian he had
tasted me and turned me on simultaneously, which vexed Daniel as
much as it mortified me. But this time he set my body on fire. His
cool, hard skin felt delicious pressed against me and as he drank,
he ground against me. Everything seemed to happen so suddenly, and
it was only minutes before I realised he wasn’t going to stop, or
wasn’t able to stop. This was not the same Sebastian who had once
politely pulled away, leaving me panting, after only the briefest
bite. Something had changed the status quo – I was now a
fully-fledged witch, and he was addicted to my taste. Hadn’t he
mentioned a witch who was a ‘very good friend’, a powerful witch,
he spoke about with obvious affection…a witch who was now dead?
    The heat coursing round my body stilled
and I felt cold. How much had he taken already? I pushed against
him, but it was like having a thousand year old lump of granite
pinning me down. I couldn’t budge, and every movement I made seemed
to spur him on. Shit! I needed magic. I tried to focus, as the book
had taught me. I needed to work fast because the very energy I
needed was being literally sucked out of me. I drew it to me, and
closing my eyes, focused on connecting to another energy source. I
tried the taproot meditation, imagined myself connecting to the
earth and drawing up her energy, taking it into my body, and
letting it flow up my spine and along my arms.
    As the extra energy entered my body, he
obviously noticed the difference because he let out another, louder
moan and his fangs penetrated even deeper.
    ‘ GET OFF ME! GET OFF!’ I shouted,
concentrating all the energy into my hands, and not really worrying
about the consequences, I imagined it firing from my palms,
catapulting him across the room, sending him as far away from me as
possible.
    It worked. In one swift movement his
body was whipped from mine and flung across the room, electrified
by an invisible current, where it slammed with an almighty crack
into the far wall. A human would be dead, but of course Sebastian
was a thousand year old vampire and not quite as easy to kill.
    Seconds after the impact, the door burst
open revealing Troy and Isabelle, two of his bodyguards, who took
one glance at him and then launched themselves at me. I really
needed to take the time to learn a protection spell, and I
certainly didn’t have the time to conjure a circle, in fact by the
time I’d finished thinking about it, they were on me.
    ‘ YOU TWO, OUT! NOW!’ Sebastian was
on his feet, and with his command forcing them to retreat, they
dropped me, confusion dancing across their faces, as they backed up
and left the room.
    It seemed I was the only one left round
here with any free will, and I wondered why he allowed it. I still
expected retribution. A very pissed off Sebastian stared at me from
across the room. Had I pushed him too far this time? Hell no! He
was about to drain me, and what about the other witch?
    ‘ You drained her didn’t you? You
killed her,’ I said, wondering if I was in my right mind. ‘You
would have drained me , if I
hadn’t done something,’ I added.
    My words seemed to have a strange effect
on him. His anger dissipated, and crumpled. I didn’t quite believe
it could be true, from the mighty Sebastian, but was that a single
dark tear, hanging on the edge of his eyelid? He turned his back on
me, walked swiftly back to his desk and sank down. He looked at me
briefly, nodded and stared towards a small high window.
    ‘ Her name was Alba, she was only
fifteen when I smuggled her out of Italy, in 1647. She was to be
tried for heresy and sorcery. Her mother had already been beheaded
and burned at the stake a week before.’
    ‘ Oh God! I… but she was only
fifteen,