“Dammit.Dammit!” Caleb crossed the room to his desk, standing behind it and facing the wall of bookshelves.“I should have guessed.We…we need to stop this.It was just a kiss.We can-we can move on.I’m your professor.We-We need to stop this.”
Lizzie tracked Caleb to where he stood, running her hands up her back just as I realized that her telekinetic pull was yanking on my shirt.The move untucked it from my skirt, and I fought with the invisible force to keep it down.
“You were going to that sex club, weren’t you?”
Caleb spun around, shock all over his face as he narrowed his eyes at Lizzie.“How do you know—It’s not important.I can’t do this.”
It was a losing battle against Lizzie’s powers, and I yelped as the button at the bottom of my shirt split apart.
“Ah!Lizzie!”
“Then maybe you just want, teach.”She flashed me a grin before looking over her shoulder at Caleb.“Until you can’t anymore.”
She was walking toward me.I needed to stop this.I needed to be like Caleb and tell Lizze that—
“I’ve wanted to do this since the moment I laid eyes on you, Temperance.”
In a flash, it seemed, Lizzie was in front of me, grabbing the collar of my shirt and pulling me toward her.Our breasts pressed against each other, and I ineffectively bit back a moan.Her mouth hovered over mine, the warmth of her breath caressing my face.My eyelids grew heavy, and I couldn’t look away from the plump fullness of Lizzie’s mouth.The tiny voice in my head was screaming, telling me to end this, to run away.But I was stuck to the spot, held by Lizzie’s firm grip as she brushed her lips against me—featherlight and teasing.
“You’re fucking mine, Temps.All godsdamn mine, and I won’t wait a second longer.I’ve worked too damn hard to make sure I’m with you every step of the way, getting us the same room, applying to this school at all, and it’s time you realize that you belong to me.”
My mind reeled at the information, hearing that Lizzie had manipulated everything so that she could always be with me.It should have scared me, and maybe it did a little, but the rest of me was in awe.She’d done all this forme.
“But I might be willing to share if our third gets off his ass.”Lizzie chuckled, barely audible.“For now…”
And then she kissed me.I could taste scotch and magic on her lips, the warmth of her skin seeping into my being.Lizzie felt both right and wrong pressed against me, her hand wrapping around to the small of my back as she pulled me closer.We were so flush together, and then her knee shoved between my legs, slipping between them so that her thigh could brush against my core.I whimpered against her mouth, and Lizzie took the chance to slip her tongue past my lips.Our tongues collided, and wetness swelled, soaking my panties.
I was a horrible fucking person, but damn, I loved this.
Tongues dancing in an erotic courtship, we kissed and kissed until I could hardly breathe.Lizzie kept me pressed to her, one hand still at the small of my back while the other cupped my cheek.She dominated everything about me, and I felt so at home under her command like this.I’d always followed Lizzie wherever she led, and the truth was, I always would.She was my north star, the point I had to follow and damn me to hell, but I was so tired of fighting this.
Her caresses, rough and demanding, worked down my chin to my neck, both her hands now on my ass.Lizzie dropped her lips to my chest, using her magic to unbutton my shirt, the two halves hanging free while she worked her kisses down to the tops of my breasts.
“I’ve wanted this for so fucking long, Temps.Ugh, you tasteso good.” I wanted her lips all over me.I wanted to touch her, do my own exploration.“My sweet little stepsister, I just knew there was a naughty girl beneath all those layers.”
Holy hell, what Lizzie was saying was so outrageous.Still, she wasn’t wrong.I’d touched myself to thoughts of her, watched her, wanted this, but tried to keep myself away for years now.
A low growl rumbled from a few feet away, and I remembered that we weren’t alone.My skin burned with embarrassment.I was letting my stepsister kiss me and touch me, all while our professor watched.We were all going to hell for this, if it even existed.That was a human religion thing.
Crap, Temps.Get out of your head.
“See something you like,” Lizzie pulled her mouth away from my skin, and I couldn’t hold back he whine, “Caleb?”
“You’re testing me, Lizzie.”Glancing over at him, my stare still lidded because the sensations were intoxicating, I saw Caleb on the other side of his desk now, his arms flexed as he squeezed his hands into fists.“Do you have any idea how much trouble we could get in?”
Laughing against my flesh as Lizzie lowered her mouth to me again, it was a moment before she answered him.A moment she spent finding the hard nub of my nipple through the thin material of my bra and playfully biting down.I squeaked, bowing back as Lizzie held me up, stopping me from falling.
“Do you have any idea how wet our sweet Temps is?Because I’m about to find out for myself.”
“Godsdamn it.”
Mortification flared through me as hot as the sun as I heard the sound of hurried steps across the wood floor, the heels of Caleb’s dress shoes clicking softly.The scent of dark amber and scotch wafted through the air towards me, and then icy cold hit my skin a Lizzie’s mouth was pulled away.I could keep in the whine, and forcing myself to look up, I watched as Caleb gripped Lizzie by the throat, smashing his lips against her mouth before he leveled his hungry gaze on me.
“You have one chance, Temperance.One.Say something now, or I swear to gods, I’ll—”
“Kiss me.”
The words were out before I could even think them through.But I didn’t care.I wanted him.I’d wanted the feel of his hands on my flesh when I saw him at the bonfire, and even the thought of letting him touch me in front of the crowd right then and there was enough to have me clamping around nothing.
