Page 18 of These Unhallowed Halls (Equinox Seasons Duet #2)

Eleven-When A Line Is Crossed, There’s No Going Back

Temps

P rofessor Harkert was kissing Lizzie. I was standing across the room, my entire body feeling like it was going to burst into flames, and Professor Harkert was kissing Lizzie.

Holy shit, is this really happening?

I fought the urge to pinch myself, watching my stepsister and professor losing themselves to the feeling of roaming their hands over each other. I should have been horrified, turning tail and running out of this room faster than a blink.

But I wasn’t.

Because I wanted to watch, no, I wanted to join.

I’d been harboring these feelings for Lizzie since the moment I saw her, and she’d said that she wanted both of us to stay.

Lizzie had said that she didn’t care, and some part of me knew that had always been true.

She flirted, and yes, she flirted with everyone, but there was no denying that how she operated with me and Harkert— Caleb —was different.

“You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” Caleb’s voice was a low growl as he leaned back, his hand wrapped around the back of Lizzie’s neck. “You had to go and be a little brat.”

My eyes flared wide, but Lizzie just smirked, biting that damn lip of hers as she held eyes with our professor. She lifted her leg around Caleb’s hip, that modified skirt of hers riding up. My pussy clamped around nothing, wet and aching for both of them.

There’s no way you’re denying you’re bi now, Temps.

“Yes,” Lizzie snarked. “I did. And something tells me you’re a brat tamer.”

Even from here, I could see how Caleb reeled back. He stumbled backward slightly, Lizzie following as she locked the door to his office. I was still frozen, unable to say anything as Caleb turned around, running a shaking hand through his hair.

“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 for me .

“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 taste so 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.

Empty. Too empty. I want…oh gods.

Still holding Lizzie, Caleb used his other hand to yank me against his mouth.

He was fiery and aggressive, even more than Lizzie, and I melted under the scorching heat of his lips.

Caleb’s tongue shoved into my mouth, seeking out more from me, and I gave everything I could, relinquishing myself to the dominant claim of his kiss.

I felt drunk. Drunk on the exquisite feelings of arousal and need singing through my blood.

I’d never felt anything this profound in my life, and the satisfaction at finally getting what I wanted was as potent as a drug.

I wanted to be good for them, to show my Lizzie, my Professor, that I would give them whatever they wanted.

It was so wrong, so clearly insane. Lizzie was my stepsister, Caleb my teacher. This went against so many fucking rules. I was bad, naughty, a sinner.

à la folie, as they say.

The world around us was a distant memory as Caleb gripped my throat, tightening his hold just enough so that my breathing was constricted, but not gone.

I’d never had this done to me. Hell, I’d never kissed anyone before today, which was entirely because I was saving it for Lizzie. And now, I got the both of them.

Then suddenly, I felt something at my back, quickly realizing it was Lizzie.

Her thin fingers found the edge of my skirt, lifting it up until I felt the chill of the air on my ass, on the damp fabric of my panties.

Her lips found my ear before she playfully nibbled on the lobe, Caleb’s kiss leaving me breathless.

I arched against him as Lizzie’s fingers dusted over my seam, wishing I could cry out, but Caleb ate up the sound.

His free hand found my breast, fingers reaching inside the fabric of my bra. Then in one swift yank, he tore the thing off me. The bra was done for, and I yelped, exposed to both of them as my skin burned. My nipples hardened all the more, aching from the cool air and the need to be touched.

Still holding my throat, Caleb pulled back, looking down at me. “Fucking hell, Temps. You’re fucking stunning. Such sweet little tits just begging to be abused.”

Fuuuck. This is really happening—ho-ly shit.

“Take off her panties.” Caleb didn’t break eye contact with me as he pulled me closer to him. “Leave the skirt. And don’t you dare think I want you holding out on me, Ms. Chamberlain .”

Hearing him boss Lizzie around, calling her Ms. Chamberlain like that, it was wild, and my body buzzed all the harder.

Her fingers found the top of my underwear, and Lizzie hooked her fingers in them, slowly dragging them down my legs.

I was bare beneath my skirt now. My pussy was bare, and they were going to do things to it, to me.

“Mmm,” I whimpered, unable to find my words.

“Such sweet, little sounds you make, Ms. Montgomery.” Caleb shot a look at Lizzie behind me, holding out his hand, and then my panties were hanging from his fingers, making me blush furiously. “And how pretty you look when you’re so embarrassed for me.”

Caleb put the fabric to his face, sucking in a deep breath as he drew in the scent of sex from my wet panties. My eyes flared wide as Lizzie chuckled darkly behind me, her fingers winding up through my hair and fisting it.

“Fuuuck.” Caleb groaned, his eyes rolling back as he squeezed my throat tighter for a moment. “So fucking good.”

“You should know what you’re missing out on,” Lizzie whispered in my ear, and before I could even begin to comprehend what she meant, her own panties were pressed to my face.

Sin. Sin and sex and everything I’ve ever wanted.