Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 130924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 655(@200wpm)___ 524(@250wpm)___ 436(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 655(@200wpm)___ 524(@250wpm)___ 436(@300wpm)
I shake my head.
“What a shame,” says Crane. “Now there’s a fellow I would have liked to have had a drink with.” He clears his throat. “But there will be other times to read his works. These are books I found that should help us with performing the ritual. I want to get it right before we even attempt it.”
I take the nearest one to me, a dusty old thing with a plain leather cover, and open it. The text is in Latin, but my grasp of it is rubbish. Tenebrae veniam. Something about the dark. The darkness will come?
How are you? Crane asks, his warm voice sliding into my head.
I glance up at him, wishing I could learn the same technique.
“I’m fine,” I say quietly, my attention back down on the page as I flip it. “I take it last night went well.”
Well enough, he says, still using the voice. At least I know I’m no longer going insane. Vivienne Henry showed up.
I look at him sharply.
Brom saw her, he goes on. I couldn’t risk following her with him in chains, we’d wake up the entire faculty, but once I heard her outside the door, I opened it to show him. Sure enough she was dragging her bloody body around the corner. Brom took it in stride of course, but he saw her too.
I shiver. I want to make a comment about the chains but I can’t, especially not since Ms. Albarez is a few aisles down putting books away, so I don’t say anything at all. To her it looks like the two of us are flipping through the books in silence.
After several minutes, however, she finally moves on out of earshot.
“Where is Brom now?” I whisper, keeping my eyes on her as she takes her place near the door and a couple of older students walk in.
“Asleep,” Crane says, licking his thumb as he turns the page.
I would love to be that thumb.
“Still in chains?”
He nods, a wry, knowing smile on his lips, a dreamy look passing over his eyes.
Despite everything my gut twists with a mixture of desire and jealousy.
“Did you punish him?” I whisper as I lean forward across the desk.
Crane eyes me in surprise. Kat, he says inside my head. We don’t need to talk about what Brom and I—
“I want to talk about it,” I say softly. “I want to hear about it.”
He stares at me for a moment and then looks over his shoulder as the students disappear into the aisles closest to the door, the librarian busy cataloging. My gaze catches on the definition of his fine jaw, the fading bruises left there by Brom, the faint stubble coming in above his lip and on his chin since I don’t think he’s shaved in a few days.
What a ridiculously handsome man he is. So refined in many ways and yet depraved in others. And it only makes me want to be depraved in return.
You want to know what happened with us last night? he asks, molten heat coming over his gaze as his eyes meet mine. I nod eagerly.
“Please,” I whisper, knowing how what affect that word has on him.
I fucked him, he says, and the sound of that in my head makes me swallow hard.
“How?”
The corner of his mouth lifts. I got him naked first. Then had him in chains, around his ankles and his wrists. The chains at his ankles were pulled to keep his legs apart as I bent him over the bed. He offered his ass up to me like a gift, Kat. You should have seen it.
My mind goes to the other night when I did see exactly that.
Is this making you jealous or turning you on?
“Both,” I whisper.
Do you want me to tell you exactly what it’s like to fuck Brom Bones?
I nod.
Then put your hand down your skirt and start playing with yourself. I already know just how swollen and wet you already are.
This man knows too much about me.
But I do as he says, carefully, making sure no one in the library can notice. I didn’t wear drawers for a reason and the feel of my hand sliding over my mound and between my legs in front of Crane, let alone in public, is thrilling. The moment I dip between my thighs and discover how wet and hot I am, I have to bite my lip from groaning.
Crane inhales sharply.
Oh, Kat, he says, voice lowering. I can hear how wet you are. You’re making it hard for me to sit here.
“Keep talking,” I whisper, my eyes falling closed as I let my fingers explore my most secret parts in a most public setting.
I hear him adjusts himself in his seat and I open my eyes to see him reaching down into his trousers.
Brom was just was needy as you are right now, he goes on. So I ran my hands over his ass, marveling at how muscular it is, the power he has. He’s such a fine specimen of a man, it’s hard not to admire him. Hard not to bite him, hurt him. I spanked him a few times, hard, just to wake him up, and each time I did so he started to shake. I know his cock must have been weeping, twitching for my touch, and I was feeling merciful, so I reached down and slid my hand over it. He has a beautiful cock, doesn’t he, sweet witch? Big, long and thick. So easy to please. And to my delight he was wet, his seed already leaking from the tip. I did him another favor by spreading it down his length, then I let go and he let out a desperate cry in return, the kind you feel in your bones. Those cries, they are music to my ears. So I took my sticky hand and spread his cheeks apart. Took a look at that pretty asshole.