Page 41 of Wolfsbane Hall
But why? What was the purpose?
As they danced, an illusion coated them, their surroundings changing. Now, instead of a ballroom, she was below twinkling lights, and the moon lit the sky. Celestine was barefoot, her feet sinking into grass that was painted gray by midnight. Willow trees swayed in a gentle breeze as Everett clutched her to his chest like she was a fleeting dream he wanted to hold on to forever.
“Margot?” Everett whispered, swinging her into a dip, his eyes liquid energy. A spark of passion ignited between them as he drew her up slowly by her nape. Their eyes met, lips hovering, nearly touching each other. “You even smell like her.” Theillusion settled over Celestine’s skin. It was a shade darker than usual, like she lived on the edge of the Mediterranean Sea where the sun could kiss her cheekbones. Everett sucked in a breath, his fingers digging into the small of her back. “This is like the night I asked you to be my—”
“Take me somewhere private,” Margot said, puppeting Celestine’s lips.
He nodded and acted fast. The garden illusion broke as Everett tuggedCelestine—Margot out of the ballroom, down the hall, and into the privacy of a supply closet with barely enough room for either of them to stand without cramping each other.
Margot’s back hit the wall, and Everett placed his palms on either side of her head, pinning her in. “Kiss me like you did that night,” she breathed, her chest rising with her frantic heart.
Lightning struck inside Celestine’s stomach. She bit her lip and stared at Everett. Could she just let this happen? Let the character lingering inside her brain use her body like this? But even if she wanted to fight it—to stop this—could she? Did she possess the power to overcome the parasite in her head? And worse, did shewantthis, too? She should have been horrified by kissing James’s cousin. But she just couldn’t manage to stir up any horror. Instead, only lust ate away at her core. Plus, a stolen kiss meant almost nothing at Wolfsbane Hall, because she’d kissed many men to further the shows. It was all an act, but the problem was that this didn’t feel like an act, not for Margot.
And not for Everett.
So was it ethical? And did it matter what Celestine wanted, while Margot was holding tight to the control?
The tension between the two was a tightrope.
“You’re not real,” he whispered, his eyes swirling with pools of sadness. “You’ll never be real again.”
“I am tonight.” Margot’s hot breath caressed his cheek. “Please, I need you.”
His attention focused on her lips, and he seemed to be deciding if he should give in to the demands of the character and his heart. It was a difficult decision to let go and accept this as true for this moment. Everett’s lips moved nearer, hovering too close. Margot’s breath hitched.
“Please,” she begged.
Everett succumbed to the temptation, and his lips grazed hers, soft and gentle, light and tender, exploring her and the moment.
Celestine should’ve hated Margot for using her body for passion. It should’ve felt like a violation, but it didn’t. She had once wanted to kiss Everett, but that was long before James came into her life and Everett had become her closest friend.
Would this be weird now?
Everett slid his hand up Celestine’s thigh and stole her conscious thoughts. The sensation of Margot biting at her mind caused Celestine’s loose grip to slide. Like in most things, Celestine chose not to fight it and let the other girl win, allowing her consciousness to recede to the back of her mind. Margot could have this moment.
Margot sucked in a breath and felt sensations for the first time in almost 300 years. Nothing save his skin against hers mattered anymore. A shiver ran through her whole body, igniting a fevered buzzing. Margot tracked her fingers along his chest, curling into his chiseled pectoral muscles as her tongue tangled with his. It was a kiss of remembrance. A promise and a resurrection. She would rewrite their story with their bodies, pressing together and forging anew.
Margot wrapped her legs around him, and he passionatelybanged her into the wall, knocking over a broom and unknown chemicals to the floor.
“You’re so perfect.” He nipped at her neck as his hands slid under her dress, caressing her curves.
Fuck. Celestine’s consciousness came back for a moment, realizing that she might be allowing a ghost to use her body to fuck her best friend. Once again, she should have been horrified, but she couldn’t muster up that emotion. Because Celestine needed a release, too. She needed at least one more fuck before she died. And she was most definitely going to die tonight.
So, Celestine let go completely, allowing these two to do whatever they wanted with each other.
Margot whimpered. “I want more of you, Everett.”
His lips glided along her jaw. “You can have all of me.” His fingers played with the lace of her underwear as his lips slammed into hers again. He ripped off her underwear, wholly destroying them, and then his hands went to his belt. With a swift motion, he zipped down his pants and released his sizeable cock. Margot smiled. It had been so long since she had seen his cock, at least like this.
Spying as a far-too-horny ghost really shouldn’t count.
“Yes, please,” she whispered.
A loud crash cut through the tension, ripping them apart. It came from outside the door, rocks rattling against the floor, and it sounded like someone had knocked over a statue.
“Shit,” Everett said. “We shouldn’t have done that.”
“No,” Margot panted desperately, her chest rising frantically with every gasp. “We don’t have to stop. I’ve waited to be with you again for nearly 300 years.” She rested her forehead against his.
