Page 78 of These Unhallowed Halls
Smirking, I restrained a laugh, but leave it to Lizzie to snort for all of us.
“And Ms.Chamberlain, you too have passed spell casting.Though I know your interests do not lie with alchemy.Instead, I would like you to consider joining the Evening Tides.They are a group of psychics and empaths with renowned abilities who are responsible for the school’s protection.They have not had new blood in some time, I’m afraid, and with you joining, as well as a new faculty advisor, as I have dismissed the previous for his lack of oversight into the situation, I’m sure that—”
“You fired the head of the school board committee?I thought that windbag would never leave.”
I couldn’t stop the remark, and Rebecca did her best to hold back her grin.“Yes, well, he was less than helpful during this trying time.He couldn’t see the talents you both possess, even you, Caleb, and we do not need that type of rigidity here.”
Temps and Lizzie were practically glowing in their chairs, Lizzie’s excited aura filtering out of her and smoothing against mine, and no doubt Temps’ as well.She’d gotten quite good at manipulating emotional energies and projecting them on others or pulling them away.
It was spectacular when we were fucking.Which, of course, gave me so many ideas for when we got home.
“I accept.”Lizzie grinned, nodding as she stood up from the chair and walked to Rebecca to shake her hand.“Meet your new student-faculty advisor.Nothing like a morrighan to set the ‘whippersnapperss’ right.”
“I—That was not what—” But Rebecca stopped, Lizzie giving her a look I couldn’t see.“Very well.You’ve both earned the reputations floating around campus now.”
“Ooh, we have reps, Temps.”Lizzie spun back around, holding out her arms so that we could loop ours through them.“We best not let the power go to our heads.”
Without another word, she marched us to the door, slick, warmth energy rushing off her in waves.I could taste the lust she sent us, spicy and demanding on my tongue.And then she whispered into our heads.
I think we’re ready to try that thing with Cerberus, don’t you?
We’d been planning something special, doing the research, and I turned inward, listening for his response.
Yes, young morrighan.We most definitely are.
Epilogue- Books Close, But The Story Is Never Really Over
Caleb
Lizzie’slipspressedtomine as the three of us stumbled into my apartment.I kicked the door closed behind me, hearing it lock as Temps most likely used her magic to flip the thing over.She was just behind me, her hands reaching around for the buckle of my belt.
A dark chuckle left me as I leaned Lizzie back, nipping at her neck.“Did you already make it?Or are we going to have to pause so you can cook?”
“You know Temps is the chef around her, and yes,” Lizzie smacked my hand away, getting up in my face again as she jumped, forcing me to catch her, “she did make it.It’s on the counter.”
Temps rounded us, still undoing my belt now with Lizzie’s ass just above her hands.“And you need to be naked to make it work.”
Even with my eyes closed, I rolled them, kissing Lizzie while I waited for my pants to drop to the floor.Soon enough, they did, and I stepped out of the pile and carried Lizzie to the small island in the middle of my kitchen that acted as counter, table, and, right now, bed.
Temps hurried over, swiping her arm through the papers I had spread on the top and grabbing the small bottle of enchanted oil we’d concocted.The stuff, improvised from an alchemical text about separating the mind from the body for astral projection, was hopefully going to allow both Cerberus and me to be active at the same time.
Over the past week, we’d all discussed our connection, as well as the proclivities and acts we wanted to try.A proper kink conversation, complete with lines and veils, and we’d all agreed on wanting our ancient being to come out and play.
I distinctly recalled saying, “What on earth gave you the idea I was straight?”
Lizzie slid her tongue between my lips, Temps grabbing hold of my boxer briefs and yanking them down.I groaned into Lizzie’s mouth before setting her down on the island.She smirked at me, Temps climbing up onto the marble surface as well, all grins and devious intent.
“Take off each other’s clothes.”I narrowed my eyes, watching hungrily as the girls stripped each other.
They’d worn their uniforms to the meeting with Dean Owens, and their fingers moved with deft precision as they both slid off the other’s jacket, moving to the buttons of the shirts and freeing them one at a time.I worked on my own, taking off my tweed jacket and flinging it somewhere before unbuttoning my shirt enough to yank it over my head.
New scars littered my body from the cuts and claw marks obtained from the carnival, and I felt Cerberus shift inside me, equally as ravenous.
If this works, sage.We’re going to need vats of that oil for how much I’ll be playing with all three of you.
I grinned, tilting my head as Lizzie shoved Temps’ sleeves down, the shirt dropping to the floor.Temps’ skin glowed in the soft yellow light from my Edison bulb lamps, scattered throughout he room to make it all the more warm and subtly seductive.
I’ll be happy to make it as quickly as I can, Cerberus.What will you look like in this spirit-like form?
