“Let’s see if you’re right,” Zeph says while I just let out a helpless moan as he pulls my underwear down and runs one thick finger over my clit and into my soaked pussy. He lets out a feral groan and falls onto my flesh, his tongue lapping at my wetness before moving to my clit.
“This gorgeous cunt is fucking drenched.”
Dante’s hands roam every inch of my body, caressing me with gentle movements that he punctuated with a nip of his teeth against my neck or a tweak of my nipple. That mix of sensation, combined with Zeph burying his face in my pussy andfeasting,is enough to send pleasure coursing through me. Zeph spears two of his thick fingers inside me and twists, massaging me inside as he laps at my clit.
“Now,” he murmurs, the words barely comprehensible to my pleasure-filled brain.
Then Dante tweaks my nipples and I explode with a scream. Pleasure courses through every inch of me down to the tips of my fingers and toes as sparks form behind my eyes. I jerk and judder in Dante’s arms as he holds me steady. Zeph doesn’t let up and my orgasm seems to go on forever, wringing my body into a state of bonelessness.
Finally, once I’ve come harder than I can ever remember before, Zeph pulls his fingers from inside me and sucks them clean. Dante presses a kiss to my pulse point.
Zeph stands and kisses me again, a sweet peck to my lips as he grins at me.
“Good work, team,” I mutter brainlessly, still keeping most of my weight on Dante as I struggle to regain feeling in my legs. “Really fantastic. Gold stars all around.”
He presses more kisses to my cheek, my neck, my shoulder, keeping me steady until I’ve found my feet again.
“Now, then. Is this the right book, would you say?” Zeph grabs one, seemingly at random, and thrusts it at me.
I flick through, expecting to find another book on ghost sightings by humans... and freeze.
“The rare gift of necromancy is one such solution, an escape from the eternal limbo of those trapped within the mortal plane. With appropriate training, the necromancer should be able to channel their often destructive, often maligned magic into anenergy transfer. Something, something—yada yada.” I glance up at Zeph and Dante and continue, “—the necromancer’s magic can be focused to concentrate the spirit’s soul into an orb of pure energy. This soul-energy can then either be passed on to a Soul Reaper for processing to its next destination. Or the energy can be absorbed back into the world, sending the spirit’s soul on its way.”
Dante blinks his gorgeous amber eyes. “Sounds like you’ve been doing just that,” he says. “Concentrating the ghosts into orbs and then absorbing their power. I guess once the power’s released, the ghost’s spirit will be too.”
“You’ve been able to send ghosts to the next place?” The ghost librarian has reappeared, and she doesn’t seem too traumatized by what happened a few minutes ago.
I nod. “I’ve turned them into orb thingies and then those orb thingies have kind of melted, so from what this book is saying, yes, I have. I still have no clue where they go afterwards, but—”
She hums softly under her breath. “I recall reading that not even Soul Reapers know exactly where they are sending their charges.”
I haven’t ever heard of a Soul Reaper before, but I guess their name is pretty self-explanatory.
The ghost librarian takes a deep breath. “All right then. I think I’m ready.”
It takes a second for her words to sink in. She... wants me to absorb her into the world. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve been trapped in this library for long enough. I’m ready to see what lies beyond, even if it’s nothing. Even if it’s a feeling of peace. I’m ready.”
I nod and don’t waste any more time summoning my necromancy magic, which no longer feels so gross to use. Instead, it feels almost nice. Like a warm blanket, I wrap around myself as the tendrils of light extrude from my torso, reachingfor the ghost. Her eyes widen, and I hear a sharp intake of breath from beside me.
“I can see your magic working,” Dante murmurs softly. “Like pure rays of silver light.”
The tendrils connect with the ghost and she disappears, replaced with another of the little orbs which I tap with my finger, popping it like a bubble. Warmth surges through me, although I feel some of the power flowing into the ring still on my finger. I pocket the book, in case it comes in useful later. It’s no how-to guide, but it’s more information on my necromancy magic than I’ve ever gotten before.
“We’re done then?” Zeph asks. “Because if we’re late for dinner, Ro’s going to be a real pissy pants.”
“We’re done,” I reply, feeling a sense of calm go through me. I know I have a bunch more ghosts that I’ve made promises to, but at least it seems like I’m not sending them straight into a bad place. They all seem perfectly willing to take the risk, either way.
As the three of us make our way back to The Spire on foot, the last of the sun’s rays are shining and the sky is glowing a dusky pink. It feels good. Like a nod from the Cosmos.
We’re midway home when I catch a glimpse of the sun glinting off a white-blonde head of hair and stiffen. There, just along the street, climbing out of a towncar is my mother. We have to walk right past her as she heads up the steps leading to a grand hotel. There’s a moment, as she crosses our path, where she glances up and our eyes meet.
My breath catches in my chest, heart banging away as I wait for some sign of distaste, of recognition. But when her eyes glide over me as though I’m no more interesting than a lamppost, my fists unclench and my shoulders drop.
Seems like Seb’s memory wipe worked perfectly.
Zeph takes my hand on one side, while Dante takes the other. My caring, careful vamp tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and checks my expression.
