Glancing over at her, Temps offered her classic too-cute smile, and I couldn’t help but smile back.
“Night, Temps.”
Crreeeaaakkk.
I bolted upright in the bed, my heart pounding a million miles a minute as I glanced around for the source of that noise.This was a new place, and yeah, I wasn’t used to any of the sounds that filled the hallway just beyond our room, but something felt off.It was nearly pitch black.The light of the moon cutting in through the curtains just above my head was the only source of light.
This academy was gorgeous, but it was also kind of spooky.Our room was wood floors and squeaky closet doors that you had to push on a little to get latched, the Montgomery-Chamberlain household not so much.
But there was no sign of that noise or what made it.
I waited in the dark, leaning up on my elbows in bed and peering into the black of corners.I didn’t know what it was, but my instincts were telling me something was up.Psychic bullshit wasn’t one-hundred percent, though.I couldn’t rely on my visions and feelings like a crystal clear map.They were more like suggestions, accurate but vague.
Unease.Just this sense of dread that wouldn’t let go.
Still, I couldn’t get even a generic reading.It was just this “vibe,” and while I did run on those, they weren’t exactly useful right now.There was no use forcing it either.That’s not how my visions worked or my intuition.I needed to let things percolate sometimes.
A total pain in the ass.
Rolling onto my side, I flopped back down onto my pillow, not exactly content to just wait things out but not given much of a choice either.What was I supposed to do with “the air feels weird, too tight” anyway?
Nothing, that’s what.
I closed my eyes, sucking in a deep breath through my nose to try and recenter myself.As much as Temps and everyone else, for that matter, though my insomnia was because of my high energy, it was actually the result of being too keyed into people’s minds and emotions most of the time.It was hard to get your shut eye when a couple few doors down was fighting and spewing their hatred into the air like a cloud of noxious fumes.
“Mmm…”
An eyelid popped open, and I looked across the room at Temps, who was thoroughly asleep.She was dreaming, going by the vibes she was giving off, and I could just start to pick up on the invisible heat in her aura as she lay on her back in the bed.
The weird vibes weren’t coming from her, which was good.And that should have been enough of a relief to let be go back to sleep.But my pretty little Tempy was breathing a bit hard, and the more I focused on her, the more I could sense the distinct nature of her current REM cycle.
“Oh, hell, yes.That’s a sex dream.”
I kept my voice quiet, not wanting to wake her up, and then extended my awareness to Temps’ mind.It wasn’t exactly invading her thoughts like she’d yelled about before.It was just a small vibe check, just a tiny, baby little peek at what kinds of thoughts might be rumbling through her head during this particular type of dream.
What’s in that head of yours, cutie?
Pleasure, arousal, and enough pent-up desire to not have me flat on my ass.And that was just a cursory, surface glance.Damn, my step-sis was in desperate need, it seemed, and there was no way in hell I was going to let some piece of shit take something that precious.
Oh, no, no.That belongs to me.
It wasn’t until I was leaning over Temp that I realized I’d gotten out of my bed and gone over to her.I was in way too deep to her aura now, damn near being animated by her dream’s vibrations.Sure, there was my own desire for her, the cloying ache inside me that demanded I taste and touch and fuck every goddamn part of her, but it was the combination that was proving especially potent right now.Standing there, I hovered my lips over hers, breathing her in without touching her.My fingers moved without prompting, gliding over her sleeping form just above her skin.
Her energy hummed against my flesh, the lust pooling right at her sacral core.I could taste her desire on my tongue, working the heated waves of her essence right over her pussy, mournfully hidden from me by a blanket and a set of shorts.
Gods, to fucking touch her for real…
I clamped down around nothing, imagining her fingers inside me, and with whatever power was magnifying her dream, it was enough to have us both groaning low as the distant sensation of release washed over us.
“Fuck, that was—”
Temps shifted in the bed, and I practically leaped from right there all the way across the room to my own.Something had just happened there, something to do with the surge in energy I’d felt, and for as off as that had been, I was ready to do whatever had just happened with Temps all over again.
Soon.Soon she’s going to finally break from all the bullshit that’s been keeping us apart.So fucking soon.
Theenergyoftheequinox was pumping even higher as I slid into a seat next to Temps in Spellcasting.As far as classrooms went, this one was an academic's vision of heaven, and I could feel my stepsister buzzing with excitement as she settled into her seat.We were in a large, auditorium-like room with rows of seats that resembled a stadium.The floor and desks built into the structure were a deep, chocolatey brown, and a massive blackboard—chalk and all—stretched across the wall behind the professor’s desk.
He hadn’t arrived yet, this Professor Harkert, and as far as I was concerned, we were annoyingly early.Class was set to begin in like five whole minutes.I could’ve snagged a coffee on the way here.Shucking off my leather jacket, I admired the modifications I’d made to the school uniform—we were adults for fuck sake and didn’t need a dress code—and leaned back in my seat so I could kick my Docs up on the ledge in front of us.
