Still, they’re all abandoned here with a half inch of dust on their covers. That’s decades, possibly centuries, of neglect.
We’re quiet as we skim the pages, searching for any mention of necromancers or ghosts. A handy how-to guide of ushering lost spirits onto the next plane would be amazing right about now.
After about twenty minutes of searching, my head’s already dull and headachy thanks to the poor lighting and the lack of fresh air down here. I pluck another book from the nearest shelf and flick through, vaguely aware of the sounds of the other two flicking through their own books close by and of Dante murmuring something I can’t make out to Zeph.
The dust turns out to be too much for my nose and I sneeze three times in succession and groan, rubbing my face and smearing yet more dirt and dust onto my skin.
“Ugh.”
Then a cool breeze finds its way through the aisle, bringing with it a blast of fresh air. There’s the sound of hundreds of pages fluttering in an impossible wind and I feel like I can breathe again.
Glancing over at Z, I catch him watching me.
“Thanks.”
He nods, but doesn’t return to the book in his hands. Instead, he watches me with predatory interest, especially when I reach up to replace the book in my hands with another.
“It’s quiet down here.” The words come out as a rasp as his eyes flick down my body.
Then there’s heat at my back and Dante’s familiar honeyed tones. “Very quiet.” His breath brushes the back of my neck, sending tingles of sensation across my exposed skin.
“Almost like no one would hear you if you scream,” Zeph says, a feral look in his eyes as he saunters closer. I’m reminded of how much he liked the thought of that back when we were in the Dead Zone.
Dante trails a hand down my spine before cupping my ass and running his other hand around my front, tweaking my nipple until I gasp.
“Oh, for goodness’ sake,” the ghost librarian mutters.
“I don’t... maybe we shouldn’t do this here,” I reply breathlessly as Dante nips at the skin of my neck.
“No?” Zeph prowls even closer until he’s right in front of me. His wide chest is pressed against my own and one tree trunk thigh pushes between my legs, widening me up for him. “You don’t want to see how the two of us have learned to get along?”
“I—I had noticed that.”
Zeph nods, pulling away momentarily to meet my eye. “Yeah, the vamp here did me a real solid. I think we’ve come to an understanding.” His voice lowers to a seductive purr. “Are you sure you aren’t interested in experiencing our new teamwork in action?”
My breath stutters in and out of me in another lust-filled gasp. I never thought we would get to this point. I figured maybe the two of them would barely tolerate each other and I hadn’t really let myself hope for much more.
And this isso muchmore. It’s a horny fantasy come to life.
My argument of ‘but the books’ isn’t strong enough to hold weight against the sheer fucking magnetism of having the two of them pressed up against me.
“Okay,” I reply breathlessly. “You’ve persuaded me.”
That’s all the agreement they need before Dante is pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along my neck. He inhales deeply and lets out a deep groan.
“You smell fantastic,” he murmurs into my ear before nipping at the lobe.
Zeph works his way down my front, lifting my shirt and revealing my breasts. He unhooks my bra with a single move and cups them, pure lust burning in his eyes as he glances up at me.
He then presses his lips to mine in a kiss that takes my breath away. It’s devouring, his tongue tangling with mine. The kiss is made even hotter by the feel of Dante’s hard body bracketing me from behind. I have no room for movement and I just have to surrender myself to Zeph.
He presses his thigh into my pussy and I squirm, riding his leg like a bitch in heat. When he pulls away, he doesn’t give me a moment’s reprieve before he’s turning his attention to my nipples, sucking one and then the other into his mouth with a decadent groan. They’re hard peaks once he pulls away, laying one more open-mouthed kiss on them which sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my clit.
Then he drops to his knees. Unbuttoning my jeans and yanking them down my legs until my ass is uncovered.
“You like this, Little Witch?” he growls, his darkened eyes intent on my pussy before glancing up to meet my eyes.
“She smells like she does,” Dante replies. “So sweet. So perfect.”
