I shot a glance past her shoulder, watching the professor stop short and then dart his eyes away, turning around and getting the hell away from the fire about as quickly as I wanted to.
Keeping my voice as level as I could, I plastered on a grin and took the cider she offered me.“Yes.Yes, I do.Thanks, Lizzie.”
“Of course, Temps.What are sisters for?”
Three-Dark Dreams Portend Vibrant Visitors
Lizzie
Icouldstillsmellthebonfire clinging to my skin even as we walked back inside the dorm room and shut the door.Turning the lock over, I watched Temps finish off the dregs of her apple cider, spiced with cinnamon, cloves, and a healthy pinch of damiana.She wobbled slightly as she leaned against her bed, a long twin that sat on the wall across from mine, and pulled off her boots, letting them drop at the foot of the bed.
I wasn’t cold, my skin still humming from the feeling of being so close to so many people intimately involved with magic.I could sense it dripping from them like a pungent perfume, thick scents of witch and wielder mixing with the incredible smell of an enormous campfire.
Walking over to the window that sat between our two beds, I pushed the pane open a crack on my side, letting in the fragrance of the fall night air.
“Lizzie, I’m going to get cold.”Turning, I raised my brows at Temps, smirking just a hair.“Do we have to have it open?”
“Pull on an extra blanket.”I needed out of my own shoes and clothes, so I hit up the closet to change, not bothering to hide shit because IwantedTemps to look.“Or climb into bed with me.”
It was quiet as I kicked off my Docs and then pulled my shirt over my head, tossing the black fabric of the lacy tank on the floor of the closet.I wasn’t wearing a bra, never really needed one, so it was the skirt next, which wound up in the same pile as everything else.Reaching into the small dresser that sat inside the closet, I pulled out a white tank top for sleeping and considered whether I wanted to wear my socks.
I decided to go without and pulled them off, chucking them into the closet behind me as I turned and sauntered back to the bed.Without looking up, I could feel Temps’ eyes on me, the way my skin felt warm and humming with electricity whenever she did, particularly when we were in one of the “changing room” moments.A breeze wafted in from outside, coasting over my skin and making my nipples harden.
Gods, I hope she’s looking.Eat me up with those pretty brown eyes, Temps.Better yet, come over here and—
“Your first class is at nine, right?”
I looked up to watch Temps hurry over to her separate closet and stand just inside it with the door angled over to hide her from view.Sighing to myself, I gave up fiddling with my tank and pulled it on over my head, mentally cursing the damned propriety that kept her from being mine.
Because she was.Temps was all fucking mine, and one day soon she was going to realize that.
There wasn’t a chance in hell I was letting anyone else get their hands on her.Not that Temps was big into dating or anything like that, but if some “Chad” thought he was going to try something with the hot new girl, he’d have another thing coming.
“Yeah.You?”I asked, stretching out on my bed with my hands behind my head.
“I have one before that at eight.”The closet door still hid Temps, and I stared at it, trying to work those telekinetic muscles and make it swing open just a hair further.“Do you need me to wake you up before I leave?”
The dark wood panel, so similar to the elaborate trim of the entire college, moved silently just enough for me to get a glimpse of Temps’ back.My beingachedto touch her skin, so soft and delicate, these graceful lines and curves that made up her form, and went straight to the core of who I was.From the first moment I’d seen her three years ago, I knew one thing.
Temperance Anne Montgomery was meant to be mine.
Everything about her was crafted in perfection, sent down from the angels above, or maybe delivered by demons to tempt even the heartiest of souls.I wasn’t hearty.I went after what I wanted.I delved deep into the worlds of sex and kink, had as soon as I learned about it.Sure, I hadn’t gone as far as actually fucking someone yet, just platonic sessions at a kink club in Salem, but that had everything to do with the sweet piece of ass I was staring at right now.
If it wasn’t going to be Temps, I had a damn strong feeling that it wasn’t going to be anyone.
Her deep, brown-black hair slipped over her shoulder as she stooped to pull out a pair of sleep shorts from the bottom drawer of her dresser, making that plump little ass of hers stretch the fabric of her boyshort panties—mint green with little white polka dots.
“I’m sure I’ll be up.”
My eyes were pinned to Temps.If I were a dude, I’d be rocking a massive boner.As it was, I was wet as hell, and I had to adjust in the bed, rubbing my thighs together to ease some of the near-constant strain I dealt with on the regular thanks to my stepsister.
Standing again, Temps finished pulling on her sleep shorts and then grabbed a similar tank as mine from her drawer, getting it over her head and pulling free the long layers of her wavy hair.I wanted to run my fingers through it, grip those strands as she tasted me.Another hard cut of arousal washed over me, and shit, I didn’t know if it was the equinox or what, but I was dying over here.
“Okay.”Temps turned, stepping past the door of the closet and closing it before climbing into her bed and throwing the covers over herself.“I’ll see you at spellcasting after, yeah?”
“Yup.”
“Well…night, Lizzie.”
