Page 22 of These Unhallowed Halls (Equinox Seasons Duet #2)

Fourteen- Falsities Follow Those Who Blindly Tread, Where Truth Grants Freedom, No Matter How Forbidding

Temps

A fter we split ways with Caleb, I could tell that Lizzie had a lot to say about what happened.

She’d never been one to beat around the bush or sugarcoat her words.

Lizzie was blunt and forward. Honestly, it was what I loved so much about her, because I could never seem to find that strength myself.

Gods, we all had sex. In Caleb’s office.

I was still reeling from that one, but I didn’t necessarily feel the same way Caleb clearly did.

I knew it was wild and extremely against the rules, but I’d enjoyed myself in ways I never dreamed possible.

Alone and untouched was how I assumed I’d be spending the rest of my day.

Having experienced it now, it was impossible to deny that I liked it on this side of the fence a lot more.

Grass really is greener over here.

Lizzie hung back at the door this time, locking things up now that we were back in the dorm room.

It was warm and cozy inside, an enormous difference from the chilly, damp air that swirled in constant torrents of wind outside.

I went to turn on the overhead light, but then stopped, not wanting to force the space into such bright light right now.

Instead, I turned on the small lamp by my bed, the Edison bulb glowing softly.

Lizzie took the hint, flicking her fingers to get the candles we’d placed strategically through the room to light.

It stayed dim and so very warm in the room, and I slung off my bag, setting it by the foot of my bed as I kicked off my shoes.

I went to my closet, reaching in for a new shirt since I was still wearing Lizzie’s.

Immediately, I was aware of how I was going commando, realizing how ridiculous we both must look.

Turning over my shoulder to look, I saw Lizzie pulling off her second boot, the jacket Caleb gave her tossed to the side.

She stood there in her cut-off skirt and bra, planting a heel on each sock to pull it off.

She’s so beautiful.

Working open the buttons on the shirt, I watched her as she reached around to the zipper of her skirt, pulling it down and letting the fabric drop to the floor.

She was still wearing panties, but they were thin, white lace, and even in the dim light, I could see the silky warmth of her brown skin beneath the fabric.

“I can feel you watching me, Temps.”

I froze, zinging upright as my fingers fell away from the buttons, leaving the shirt half on, half off.

Lizzie turned around, smirking, and daaamn .

I was going to melt under that look. She sauntered over, getting right up in front of me so that I was trapped between her arms and the closet door behind me.

Tracing her fingers delicately up my arm, Lizzie watched the progression of her touch, pushing my sleeve down, until her finger was beneath my chin, tilting my head up.

“If you’re going to look at me like that ,” she lowered her lips to my shoulder, kissing the skin, “then I get to touch you like this .”

“Lizzie,” I moaned on a shaky exhale, the feeling of her lips moving up to my neck making my entire body buzz, “I…I don’t want to go back to what it was before.”

She leaned back with a smile, her eyes sparkling. “I don’t either. I want all three of us, but if Caleb is going to be a stick in the mud…I need you, Temps. I have since the moment I laid eyes on you. You’re my oxygen, my water when I’m dying of thirst.”

More of the white fabric covering me fell away, revealing my breasts once again.

I knew that Lizzie had seen me, but there was something to the intimacy of this moment, how slow and concentrated it was.

I was on fire, the tight buds of my nipples straining.

Lizzie cupped my cheek, kissing me as she got rid of the shirt altogether.

Then her fingers moved to my lower back, pulling down the zipper of my skirt.

I reached for the clasp of her bra, undoing it and gradually peeling the straps down her arms. As my skirt dropped, so did Lizzie’s bra.

A grin lit up her face as she devoured me with her eyes, her fingers sliding underneath the waistband of her panties.

I knew I was blushing furiously, but I didn’t want this to stop.

I wanted Lizzie all for myself for a while.

“Help me.” Lizzie gestured down with her head, and I slid my fingers under her panties alongside hers.

We formed together so perfectly, and I helped to push the lace down until it hit the floor, gazing up at her from my knees.

Smiling, Lizzie pulled me up to stand using her finger under my chin again.

She smoothed her lips across mine, humming this satisfied sound as she reached around me and took two handfuls of my ass.

“You’re so fucking pretty, Temps.” She flicked her tongue over my lip before nuzzling into my neck and caressing, biting playfully.

“Fuuuck, Lizzie.” My knees were wobbly. “You feel so good against me. You’re so…so sexy and bold. I’ve always admired that about you.”

“Admired?” She chuckled, pulling back to cock a brow at me. “And here I thought it annoyed you.”

“Well…” We both snorted a laugh, naked and comfortable in each other’s presence for the first time like this.

“Sorry, sorry. I do mean it, though. You’re yourself.

All the time and confidently. I don’t know how to do that.

You drag me into things and that scares the shit out of me, but ninety percent of the time I end up so damn glad that you did. ”

Smoothing her hand down the side of my face, Lizzie used her other hand to scoop me up to her, laying us flat against each other. She was so warm, so soft and supple against my body, and every inch of me heated, wanted .

“That’s my job, Temps, to bring excitement to your life.” Dipping forward, I silently begged for the touch of her lips, and Lizzie obliged, kissing me and sweeping her tongue across the seam of my lips.

I eagerly let her in, and then Lizzie was backing us up until my legs hit my mattress. We worked together, unwilling to stop our kiss, and got into the bed, Lizzie on top of me, straddling my lap. I could feel how wet she was, and my brain short-circuited for a moment, my pussy clenching.

“Let me touch you, baby girl.”

Lizzie began to slide her hands down from where she held my face, going achingly slow until she brushed her thumbs across my nipple and I squeaked.

“I’m like a month younger than you are,” I murmured against her mouth.

“True.” She dragged her thumbs in slow circles, twisting my nipples just enough for them to pinch slightly. “And you’re my sweet baby girl.”

“Not that ‘sweet’ now, am I?”

Laughing against my lips, having this conversation like this, felt incredible. It was us, Lizzie and Temps, just like we had always been, but it was that and more, making it eons better.

“You have been a little corrupted , haven’t you?” Lowering her head, Lizzie sucked on the skin of my neck, teasing with her teeth. “And damn was that pretty to watch.”

My eyes rolled closed, and I arched against her.

But I wanted more. I needed it. Reaching between us, I gently searched for her pussy, sliding my finger across the seam when my hand was pressed between us.

Lizzie groaned against my touch, instinctively moving her hips back and forth.

I let her set the pace, focusing on manipulating the sensitive bud of her clit.

As she straightened, a gorgeous whimper leaving her, Lizzie pinched down on my nipples harder. I gasped but leaned into it, pressing my lips to her sternum before gradually working my way over to her nipple and pulling it into my mouth with a suck.

Lizzie rocked her hips on my hands, and I slipped a finger inside her as I used my thumb to put pressure on her clit.

Holy hell, she was warm and slick and perfect.

I added another finger, doing what I had done to myself when I was alone and hooking into the magic spot at the top.

More of that wet warmth pooled around my fingers, and I glided my fingers in and out.

“Temps…oh fuck, baby girl.” I pulled my mouth off her delicious skin to look up at her, marveling at how gorgeous Lizzie looked when she was experiencing pleasure. “I’m going to—Ugh!”

Coming on my fingers, I worked Lizzie until she was heaving for breath, my skin wearing her arousal.

With a quick bite of her nipple, I gently slid my fingers free.

She watched me as I did, taking my hand as soon as she could and putting my fingers in my mouth.

I licked the taste of her off my skin, unable to stop looking at her and how magnificent she was.

When I was done, Lizzie pushed me back toward the pillow, shimmying down until she could throw my legs over her shoulders, her face between my thighs.

“I’ve dreamed about this Temps. I’ve wanted you so badly it hurt .”

Taking her face in my hands, I held her eyes. “Me too. I’m sorry for not getting to you sooner. With my mom and everything—”

“Let’s not ruin this with talk of shitty parents.” She kissed the inside of my thigh, sending sparks down my spine. “I’m just thrilled to have you now. My brilliant, alchemist’s assistant, research-pro witch. You’re incredible, Temps.”

“You are, too, Lizzie. My brave, outspoken, doesn’t take shit from anyone, morrighan witch. I…I love you.”

Lizzie’s eyes flared wide for a moment, but immediately softened, her smile going proud and devious all at once.

“And here I was holding back on the L word.” She chuckled, shifting in closer to my throbbing pussy. “I love you, too, Temps. Now, the next words out of your mouth better be ‘I’m coming.’ Or I’m going to spank your fine ass.”