Page 96 of Soul of a Witch

“There’s my good girl,” he whispered. He shifted his hips back, easing out of me slowly. “How pretty you look with your poor little pussy so full. Remember to snap your fingers if you need to, darling.”

A phantom hand pressed over my mouth, locking my lips together. Invisible fingers twisted in my hair, holding my head back so I couldn’t turn away from the dark voids of his eyes. He thrust into me, hard enough to make the shelves behind me creak and several of the books to jolt forward. My sharp whimper was muffled, but I froze when I heard the door creak open.

“Just checking in! Found anything yet?” Will’s voice sounded muffled, as if he had a mouthful of food, and I held my breath in panic. God, if he came back here and saw me like this, I would die. Just melt into the ground and never recover.

Callum brought his lips dangerously close to mine, still fully-sheathed inside me. The phantom hand over my mouth retreated.

“Answer him nicely, Everly,” he said. “Tell dear William that everything is fine.”

My words were a tangled knot, my brain incapable of cohesive thought. I couldn’t meet Callum’s gaze and speak without my words shaking, so I squeezed my eyes shut tight and said, “Not yet! We’re, uh…working on it.”

“All right, well, I’ll help you look after I finish eating.”

The door clicked closed again, and the invisible hand squeezed back over my mouth. I opened my eyes, only for them to roll back as Callum thrust inside me. Long, slow strokes that had me shaking with every inch, whimpers rising in my throat but stopped by my sealed lips.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t want him to see you like this, would you? Legs spread, cheeks so pink. You’re practically dripping on the floor.” He brought his mouth even closer to my ear. “I’m not going to stop until you’re a mess in every possible way.”

More invisible fingers grasped at my throat and caressed beneath my shirt, teasing at my bra. My body jolted as my nipple was squeezed, then tugged.

I groaned before I could silence myself. The hand over my mouth tightened.

“Ssshhh, sshh, now. Don’t be loud. William might hear you. I imagine the poor boy’s face would be as red as yours if he saw this.” His phantom touches were massaging my clit, his cock stretching me with every thrust. “But if he glimpsed us, I couldn’t just let him walk away. Perhaps I’d have him use his tongue on your clit while I fucked you.”

His lips brushed lightly along my neck, and he increased his speed. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Such wicked thoughts in your deceivingly innocent mind. I would love to suffocate him with your pussy. Let him drown in it while I watch you fall apart. Perhaps I’ll let him eat you after I’ve filled you with my cum. While he’s busy with your pussy, I’ll take your anal virginity too.”

The fantasy his words was building was too good, too filthy. I’d always thought Will was too sweet for anything of the sort, but who could say no to Callum? Who could resist when he turned those eyes on them?

Callum kept talking, winding me up even more. “I’d have to punish him for snooping. I’d have to whip the poor boy while he ate you out. You’d get to feel every little cry with his mouth on you.”

That broke me. I groaned shamelessly as I came, not even the phantom hand enough to muffle me. He laughed as he fucked me, every thrust drawing out my pleasure to a peak that stole my breath.

I became utterly limp as he used me, his movements more urgent now that I was weak with the afterglow.

“Fucking hell, you’re more exquisite every time.” His voice was little more than a breath as he eased me down from his arms. I leaned heavily against him, my legs shaking, my panties barely hanging around one ankle.

Callum leaned down, holding out my underwear so I could step into them. He pulled them up to my hips, saying, “I love the thought of you, so full of my seed. Dripping with it.” His hand rubbed between my legs, teasing my overly-sensitive clit. He kissed me softly, slowly. “Let’s hurry up and find those plans before Will returns, or I might decide to make that little fantasy of yours come to life.”

33

Callum

“It’s like a maze down there. No wonder so many men were trapped. When the elevator shaft collapsed, there was no other way out.”

Everly shook her head at the building plans and old maps spread before her. She’d cleared off the desks within the vault, carefully organizing every note and journal as I dragged the remains of the Eld creature outside and dumped it in the woods. The vault had reeked of rotten fish when we entered, but Everly found a book of beautification spells and was eager to use them at every opportunity.

Now, the room smelled like cinnamon and vanilla. Following Winona’s careful instructions, Everly enchanted a broom and a dust rag to get to work, tidying up the vault as she and I carefully studied the building plans we had found in the university library.

But there was a problem.

“Whatever part of the mine is underneath the house, they didn’t map it,” Everly admitted, after scouring the maps with increasing frustration for an hour. “God, did we really waste all that time…”

Nuzzling my face against her neck, I said, “I hardly think fucking you in a library was a waste of time.”

She was deep in thought, chewing her lip as she nudged her body closer against my own. Even distracted by other tasks, she reacted to me, leaning into me, asking silently for more.

“Sybil must have created the tunnels under the house herself,” she said. “They weren’t part of the original mine, but were dug after. Where would they connect?’ She tapped the end of her pen against her mouth. Finally, with a determined look, she circled a section of the mine with her pen. “There. It has to be. That upper level is the only one that could reasonably connect.”

“We’ll find out soon enough,” I said, playing with her hair as she studied. “While you investigate Sybil’s notes, I’ll explore the tunnels. We’ll have them mapped out soon enough.”

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