Page 30 of These Unhallowed Halls (Equinox Seasons Duet #2)

Nineteen- Woven By Two, The Wolf Will Claim By Full Moon’s Light

Lizzie

I wasn’t sure what the hell I was looking at, except for the fact that I strongly believed that hell might actually be involved.

The fucking earth had opened, and a giant, three-headed wolf had climbed out of a fiery pit of sorts.

Three godsdamn heads, something straight out of mythology, goodest boy for dear old Hades, and it’d just popped out of the ground like mother fucking daisy.

But it was the part where the hound had disappeared into Caleb’s body that really through me for a loop, and that was saying something.

“Is that the fucking soul weaving?!”

My voice barely carried with the wind that circled the sacred space we’d set up for the ritual.

Temperance stood across the way from me, and she shrugged, looking back down at Caleb as he knelt in that inner circle.

When he spoke to her, it was off, a second voice rumbling over his, darker, deeper.

Before I could say more, I watched her reel back as Caleb shot up, his hands in claws at his sides as he sniffed the air near her.

What the…?

“So long. I have waited eons and more. Reborn to my Mother Queen, and still I waited. And now you are finally here.” Caleb turned over his shoulder, his eyes glowing yellow. “Both of you, and the sage who watches from within.”

“Sage, what do you—oh gods.” Temperance’s hand shot up to her mouth, covering it as she peered forward at Caleb. “You’re not Caleb. Is he alright?! I swear if you hurt him—”

Quicker than humanly possible, Caleb—or whoever this was—leaped forward, crossing the border of the inner circle and landing right at Temps’ feet.

He growled, the sound wolfish and terrifying, and dragged a clawed finger up the side of her arm.

I was already moving, trying to be quiet as I got closer, and the being puppeting Caleb’s body spoke.

“It’s rather adorable that you think you can threaten me.

” He chuckled, and there was a heady darkness behind it that had my mind going fuzzy.

“Still, I’d have my mate no other way. And rest assured, little witch, your sage is just fine.

Enjoying the view and the taste of my hunger that fills our blood. ”

“Our?” The word was out before I could stop it, and the being shifted to face me, this gradual fluid motion that was as graceful as it was frightening.

“Yes, morrighan, ‘our.’”

The face I knew was Caleb’s shifted as the wind picked up, the moon overhead resonating with more pale yellow light.

I could do nothing more than watch as fur, black as the deepest shadows, spread out over his body, and fangs descended into her mouth, his claws lengthening as he stretched taller.

Caleb’s clothes were torn to fucking shreds, falling away from a body even more muscular than his had been and all covered in that midnight fur.

His brown curls deepened in color, falling to his shoulders now.

“Holy fuck.” I had to crane back to keep my eyes pinned on his, so much more yellow now and glowing fiercely. Temps ran to my side, crashing against me as she gripped my hand. “Am I looking at a fucking werewolf?”

“I…I don’t know. W-Who are you?” My girl’s voice shook, and I brought her closer to me. I’d keep her safe from any asshole looking to fuck with her, no matter what shell it wore.

Still, I wasn’t getting terrorizer vibes from this guy, whoever he was.

I couldn’t sense that bloodlust I got from every inch of the carnival.

There was hunger, pure and raw, and it was for us.

The heat of it licked my skin, making me shudder as the wolf-like creature towered over us, sniffing the air.

We should be running. Why are we running?

“You may call me Cerberus.” I swallowed hard, feeling Temps wobble on her feet next to me. “And it is time we finally sealed our bond. I will not wait another moment.”

Sealed our bond? What the hell did he mean by that?

As I stood there with Temps, Cerberus lowered that fanged muzzle toward us, and I put her behind me, doing what I could to shield her.

That intoxicating chuckle rippled through the air again, my eyes fluttering as the sound hit me.

I bloomed with warmth as Temps squeaked behind me, and I could sense the growing heat inside her like I had when we were in Caleb’s office.

The signal rebounded, circling over and over between the three of us.

Well, four, sort of. With this connection, I could pick out the hum of Caleb’s aura humming inside the wolven body in front of us.

The feedback loop rang like a tuning fork struck with another, and it hit me that amid the undeniable fear, there was almost blistering arousal.

I was fucking dripping.

With that inhuman speed again, Cerberus ducked low, stuffing his nose between my legs.

I yelped, my brows shooting up to my hairline as I pitched back against Temps.

She barely caught me as the enormous creature, at least eight feet tall when he stood on those wolf-like feet, breathed in.

His exhale sent a wave of hot air across my core, melting through the fabric of my panties since my skirt wasn’t doing me any favors.

“What the fuck? What are you doing?” I eyed Cerberus, his massive, clawed hands planted in the earth, and he inhaled the scent of me.

Temps still kept me from falling, but then the wolf was lifting my leg over his nose and doing the same investigation of her, his nose disappearing beneath the longer fabric of Temps’ untrimmed skirt.

“I can scent your arousal, witches. So thick and reverent.” My cheeks heated, and I exchanged a look with Temps, who was blushing just as hard as I was. “I will have these horrid coverings off you.”

Claws hooked into the waistband of my skirt, spearing a hole straight through the fabric at my hip. They ran down, slicing it clean open and taking one side of my panties along with it. The useless garment fell to the ground, and Temps’ joined it in a flash.

“The hell?! You can’t just—” But my stepsister’s words died as Cerberus nuzzled into her again, cutting through the remaining side of her panties and tossing them behind him.

I was frozen in place as I watched him with her.

Temps held my stare, her pupils blown wide as Cerberus licked a massive tongue up the inside of her thigh and right to her pussy.

This was wild. How this was even happening was absolutely beyond me.

We’d performed the soul weaving, successfully it seemed, and Caleb wasn’t dead or gone, at least according to the wolf god animating him right now.

But it wasn’t just that. I could sense him. I could sense a fucking lot right now, and holy hell, this ancient being was so ravenous for Temps and me that, regardless of how “insane” it might make me, I was ready to see just what he could do.

Cerberus felt strange and familiar all at once, and there was no denying the appeal of being fucked in a cemetery by a muscular werewolf with a tongue that long.

“Oh, gods…” Temps’ eyes rolled back, her balance faltering as Cerberus trailed that pink tongue up to her pussy.

He let her pitch back, snatching her right leg and hoisting it up by the ankle. Temps was split wide, and even though Cerberus’ enormous body blocked most of it, I could feel the pleasure worm through her as he tasted her. My pussy clamped down, all of me aching to know what that would be like.

“Ambrosia, little witch.” Cerberus set Temps down, a cushion of autumn leaves under her, and he fisted the front of her button-down shirt. In a flash, he tore through the cotton and her bra beneath, exposing her breasts as she let out a surprised cry.

At this rate, we were going through uniforms faster than a painter who worked in explosives.

“There you are, my Temperance, lineage of the Winter Witch herself. You and our devious morrighan will scream for me this night.”

“I…” Temps lie on the earth, gravestones scattered without pattern just behind her, and the wind howled low again. “He’s really in there? Caleb?”

Chuckling, Cerberus lowered down, hovering his mouth over her ear, but when he whispered, it was still loud enough for me to hear, and this voice I recognized immediately.

“I’m here, Temperance. And I want to feel you fuck our elder god. I want to feel him claim you both.”

The apprehension circling Temps’ aura evaporated in a puff of white breath from her lips, and she dug her fingers into the ground, looking up at the wolven form of our sweet professor.

Her eyes reached mine over Cerberus’ shoulder, and I finally remembered that I could move, that I could get to her and have my own taste while our new buddy joined in.

Starting for her, I got about a step away before a massive tail swept around me. It gripped me tight, yanking me off the ground and holding me so that I dangled head down above Temps. As far as I knew, wolves lacked a prehensile tail, so this was an interesting treat.

“Morrighan,” I turned slightly in the air as Cerberus faced me to look at him, “I had almost thought you would be stuck to that spot and silly enough to just watch.”

Wetness glimmered on his dark lips and the fur around them, and I shook my head. “Absolutely not.”

A wide, fanged grin split his face, illuminated by the corn-yellow moon that swelled in the sky as if pulled closer to us.

His claws found my shirt, easily tearing through the flimsy white button-down.

I wasn’t wearing my school-issued jacket, always one to run a little hot, and Cerberus cocked a brow when he saw there was no bra for him to get through either.

“You are the devious one. I see our sage’s memories, the way you tease and taunt.”