Page 32 of Grimoire Girls Expulsion

"Did you do that?"

"No."

"Do it again."

"I didn't do it the first time."

Her breath catches against my lips, because one of them has slipped up under the hem of the T-shirt and spread across her stomach. I feel it move. I feel her skin through it, soft and warm and jumping under the touch. It doesn't wait for me—it slides higher, over her ribs, and closes over her breasts, and her mouth falls open.

The bond answers before she makes a sound. A jolt of heat goes off in my chest that isn't mine, bright and sharp. Right behind it her want comes down the thread between us and lands low in my stomach. I've never felt it this loud. My cock aches with it until I'm so hard it hurts.

"Callum," she breathes.

"Lift your arms," I tell her. "I want this shirt off you, and I'd rather not tear it. Atlas would never let me hear the end of it."

She lifts them, grinning, as if that were the filthiest thing anyone has ever said to her. I pull the shirt off over her wet hair and drop it on the floor. She's naked underneath. Of course she is—she walked down the hall in nothing but Atlas's shirt to come and find me, and the thought of that goes straight to my cock.

I've seen her naked before, in my room at Ossium, with the warden smoking on the front steps below the window. She was in my bed then, my shadows were cold, and I had to tell them what to do.

Now they're all over her without me. One is around her waist. One has her breasts, and it tightens over her nipples until she arches into it with a small, greedy noise. Another slides down her arms and catches her wrists, laying them back flat on the desk on either side of her hips, and holds them there.

She's flushed from her cheeks down to her breasts, breathing hard, her mouth open.

"Is this all right?" I ask her. "I can at least try to call them off."

"It's good. God, yes, it's good." She pulls against the hold on her wrists and moans when it doesn't give. "Don't you dare call them off."

I put my mouth on her neck, where her pulse is going hard under my lips, and kiss down from there across her collarbone. I take one nipple into my mouth beside the shadow and suck until she's squirming against the hold on her wrists.

Her hips rock forward on the desk, looking for me, and I give her my thigh, and she grinds on it, hot and slick through the wool of my trousers. I have to stop and rest my forehead on her breastbone until I can breathe. My cock is trapped against the edge of the desk, throbbing whenever she moves—and whenever she moves, she does it on purpose.

"You're going to ruin those." She's breathless and very pleased with herself.

"I have others," I tell her collarbone.

"Of course you do. All the same grey. You probably even iron them."

"I do iron them." I see no reason to be ashamed of it.

"Good for you." She rolls her hips on my thigh again, slow and deliberate, watching my face while she does it. "What are you going to do about it?"

I tell her. "I'm going to get on my knees and put my mouth on you. They're going to hold you open for me, and you're going to let them. And I'm not getting up until you've come on my tongue, and when you have, I'm going to keep going."

She stares at me, then starts to laugh, breathless and delighted. "Oh my God. You talk dirty like a syllabus."

"Is that a complaint?"

"It is absolutely not a complaint. Get on your knees, Bolingbroke."

She's still grinning when I go down on my knees in front of the desk.

At Ossium I did this because I just needed one thing that night that had nothing to do with death. Tonight I have nothing I'm trying to forget. I want her, I've wanted her every day since we came back to this house, and I'm tired of waiting for a reason.

I put my mouth on her. She's wet already, slick on my tongue, tasting of soap and salt and herself. The sound she makes goes straight to my cock.

My shadows know what I want before I've worked out how to ask. They slide down from her waist, wrap around her thighs and pull them wide, holding her open against the edge of the desk so my hands are free. I use them, spreading her with my thumbs and sliding two fingers into her while I suck on her clit.

"Let them hold you," I tell her, against her. "I want you open. I want to see all of you while I do this."