32. If Only Books Talked

If Only Books Talked

The Naughty Things They Would Say

A s soon as we step outside, I take a deep breath, letting the crisp air fill my lungs. The adrenaline still courses through my veins, making my fingers tingle with anticipation. Tomorrow's going to be a huge deal, and I need to be ready.

"I have no interest in attending my last class today," I announce, glancing over at Derek and Sebastian. "I should really get some practice in before tomorrow."

Derek snorts, clearly amused. "Haven't seen you use your wand in, what, two years?"

Sebastian raises an eyebrow, looking curious. "And why is that?" he asks.

Derek just shoots him a look—one that says fear without actually needing to say the word. Sebastian immediately retracts his question, holding up his hands as if to say, never mind, I don't need to know.

"I'm not that scary," I mutter, though the smirk on my face betrays how much I enjoy their reactions.

Before I can say anything else, Derek's phone buzzes, and he pulls it out to check the message. His expression shifts, and he sighs. "Parents just messaged. Apparently, they were called about the... incident. So, I'm heading home."

I can't help but feel a pang of worry. "Are they mad?"

He shrugs, though I can see the tension in his shoulders. "Probably. But I'll deal with it."

He leans down, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek before turning to leave. "Don't blow anything up while I'm gone, okay?"

"No promises," I call after him, watching as he walks away. I'm concerned about how things will go with his parents, but I know Derek can handle himself. Once Derek is out of sight, I turn to Sebastian. "I'm going to need your help during the next class. You up for it?"

Sebastian grins, the mischief in his eyes lighting up. "I don't pay attention in class anyway. You know that."

"Yeah, yeah, I do," I say, shaking my head. "Good thing you're useful for other things."

He laughs, nudging me playfully as we start heading back toward my dorm. "Oh, other things ? Do tell."

"You know exactly what I mean," I retort, giving him a teasing glare. "But we've got a half hour to kill before the next class, so... back to the dorm?"

Sebastian mock-groans. "Ugh, more waiting? You're torturing me, witch."

I chuckle, already feeling more relaxed with just him by my side. "Oh, trust me, I'm not done torturing you yet."

With that, we head back to my dorm room, the anticipation for tomorrow still buzzing in the back of my mind. The duel with Kyla is coming, and I've got to be prepared—for whatever she's going to throw at me.

When we get to the dorm, I open the door, stepping inside as Sebastian follows closely behind. He flops down onto the bed immediately, sprawling out like he owns the place. I raise an eyebrow, watching him make himself at home.

"Comfortable?" I ask dryly.

"Always," he replies, shooting me that cocky grin I've come to know so well.

I roll my eyes and start digging through my drawers for my wand, the familiar weight of it grounding me as I pull it out. Tomorrow is going to be a real test of my abilities. I haven't wielded this thing in so long, but it feels right in my hand, like it never left.

Sebastian watches me silently from the bed, his eyes following my every movement. "You really think she stands a chance against you?"

I pause, glancing over at him. "It's not about whether she stands a chance. It's about making sure she doesn't get away with what she's done. She stole from me, hurt the people I care about... and she thinks she can walk all over me. That's what this is about."

Sebastian nods, his expression more serious than usual. "Well, I'll be there. Whatever you need."

I smile, appreciating his support more than he probably realizes. "Thanks. I might need you to help me practice some defense spells later."

He grins again, the mischievous glint back in his eyes. "Defense, huh? Sounds fun. Just make sure you don't hex me too hard."

I laugh, already feeling lighter. "Oh, I make no promises." I twirl my wand between my fingers, the wood warm against my skin. "There's one spell I need to perfect before tomorrow, but… it's not in my grimoire."

Sebastian looks up from where he's lounging on the bed, one eyebrow quirked in curiosity. "Oh? And where exactly are we going to find this elusive spell?"

I give him a sly grin. "The restricted section of the library."

He lets out a low whistle. "Ah, I see. And let me guess—you need my help to, what, unlock a few doors?"

I nod. "The lock on that area of the library is protected against spells. But not against natural ability, like telekinesis. That's where you come in."

Sebastian smirks, his amusement clear. "Breaking into restricted sections now? I like it. But do you want to practice your defense spells before we go sneaking into forbidden places or after?"

I raise an eyebrow, suspicious at the change in his tone. "Why are you asking?"

Before I can react, Sebastian is on his feet, crossing the room in two strides. His hands grip my hips, firm but teasing, and before I know it, he's tossing me onto the bed. I land with a soft thud, eyes wide as he follows, his lips already finding mine. The kiss is heated, hungry, his weight pressing into me in the most delicious way. My wand slips from my hand, forgotten as my fingers curl into his hair, tugging him closer. His mouth moves against mine with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine, making it impossible to think about anything but him.

Pulling back just slightly, he breathes against my lips, his voice low and teasing. "Defense practice can wait, don't you think?"

I can't help but laugh, even as my heart races from the sudden turn of events. "You're really going to try to distract me now?"

He grins, that cocky, self-assured smirk that drives me wild. "I'm pretty good at distractions, witch."

I roll my eyes, but it's impossible to hide the smile tugging at my lips. "Fine, I'll admit… you're not bad at it."

Sebastian's hands trail down my sides, his touch sending sparks across my skin. "Not bad? I'm wounded."

I smirk, grabbing the front of his shirt to pull him back down into another kiss. "You'll survive. But don't think this gets you out of helping me later."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he murmurs, his lips brushing mine again before his mouth moves to my neck, kissing down my throat and making my breath hitch.

For a moment, all thoughts of spells and the duel with Kyla vanish, replaced by the warmth of his body and the intoxicating way he makes me feel. But I know we can't stay like this forever—not with everything we have planned.

Still, a few more minutes couldn't hurt, right?

Sebastian and I slip through the empty halls, the faint buzz of lessons still echoing from the classrooms. The air feels thick with mischief, like we're walking the line between breaking the rules and somehow bending them to our will. Not exactly new territory for us.

As we reach the library, I glance at Sebastian. "Ready for a little break-in?"

He smirks, his usual confidence radiating. "Do I ever look like I'm not ready?"

But as we reach the door to the restricted section, something feels… off. I tilt my head, reaching for the handle, and it swings open effortlessly. My eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Huh. That was… too easy."

Sebastian steps beside me, peering into the dimly lit room. "Maybe they forgot to lock it."

"Yeah, right. They never forget to lock the restricted section."

We cautiously step inside, the faint scent of musty books filling the air, but before we can take another step, we bump into… Skylar? And Mr. Whitlock, the student teacher she's been drooling over for weeks?

Skylar's eyes widen, her hand still gripping the front of his slightly disheveled shirt, while Mr. Whitlock looks like he's in shock. For a solid moment, we all just stand there, the four of us locked in a very awkward silence.

Skylar recovers first, shooting me a look that practically screams I saw nothing if you saw nothing.

"Never here?" I mutter, giving her a subtle nod.

"Never here," Skylar whispers back, smoothing out her dress like nothing happened. Without another word, she and Mr. Whitlock awkwardly slip past us and head out the door. The moment they're gone, Sebastian bursts out laughing.

"Well, that was something," he says, shaking his head. "Skylar and Whitlock? I knew she had a crush, but I didn't think she'd actually act on it."

I roll my eyes. "I'm in no position to judge anyone for wanting to get laid in a library."

He grins at me. "You make a solid point."

As I start searching for the spell book I need, Sebastian lazily drifts around the room, picking up random objects like he's in some sort of magical museum. After a few minutes, I hear him chuckle softly.

"What now?" I ask, turning to see him holding a pair of glasses he's found on one of the tables. He puts them on, dramatically adjusting them like some sort of scholarly vampire. "Someone must be blind without these."

I freeze for a second, then smirk. "You look pretty hot in those."

His eyes narrow playfully as he walks toward me. "Hot, huh?"

Before I can respond, he's already at my side, spinning me around and lifting me effortlessly onto one of the desks. His lips crash against mine, and I instantly melt into the kiss, the glasses still perched on his nose making him look like the sexiest librarian I've ever seen.

His hands grip my waist, pulling me closer as his tongue explores my mouth, the warmth of him making me forget, for just a moment, why we're even here. I tangle my fingers in his hair, my body arching into his as the kiss deepens. I nip at his lips and pull at his hair to bring him in closer to me. The growl from Sebastian lets me know he's enjoying it. I run my tongue over his lips and when Seb opens up I battle with his tongue for dominance. Fuck he tastes good. He pull's off my jacket and pulls my jumper off over my head. In order to pull off his shirt he takes the glasses off before coming back to find my lips, but I push him back for just a moment.

"Put the glasses back on." Not that I meant to command him, but damn it's fun. He puts the glasses back on and raises an eyebrow. Fuck that is ten times sexier with the glasses. I let out a small whimper as he brings his lips back to mind. He is brushing his fingers over my nipples which come to attention immediately. The silk from my bra which is usually a lot more comfortable now feels like complete torture. Sebastian's groin is pressed right to my core and I find myself rocking into him. Every time I rock I would feel the roughness of both our jeans stimulating me. I need him now. "Pants off." I barely manage to piece the words together.

He runs his fingers over the zipper of my pants and on his way pulling them down he presses his fingers to my sweet spot. The motion has me whimpering in his arms. Once the zipper is down I lift my hips up so that he could pull the pants down. He uses the newly found freedom to open my legs wide. Rubbing his fingers over the matching silk panties I am wearing I have a hard time not screaming out in pleasure. That would surely alert anyone outside that we are in here.

With surprising skill, Sebastian unclasps my bra, letting it fall to the side of the table. The cool air hits my skin for only a second before his mouth is on me, hot and eager, his lips closing over my breast. A moan escapes my lips, my head falling back, giving him all the access he wants. His tongue flicks over my sensitive skin, and every nerve in my body comes alive. My hand instinctively moves over the fabric of his jeans, feeling the hardness beneath, the way he strains against the denim. A low growl rumbles from his throat, a sound that's equal parts pleasure and frustration at the confinement.

I unzip him slowly, teasingly, but the moment I free him, I can practically hear the sigh of relief as his cock springs free. Sebastian's eyes are darker than I've ever seen, deep, endless pools of desire that make my pulse race. He needs this—no, we need this. His hands are everywhere, claiming, pulling me closer as he positions himself between my thighs.

His fingers hook into the waistband of my panties, sliding them aside with a swift, determined movement. His hand grips his cock as he leans in, his body so close to mine, I can feel the heat radiating from him. And then, with a slow, deliberate thrust, he's inside me, filling me in a way that makes me gasp, my back arching as the sensation floods through me.

The first moment he's fully sheathed inside me, the way I feel stretched to the very edge of pleasure, is enough to make my toes curl. I cling to him, my nails digging into his back as he sets a pace—hard, fast, relentless. There's nothing gentle about it, and I don't want gentle. Not with Sebastian.

His movements are intense, driven by the fire between us, every thrust pushing me further into a haze of sensation. His grip on my hips is possessive, his breathing ragged as he keeps his rhythm. The friction, the heat, the way our bodies move together feels like the only thing that exists in this moment.

Somewhere in the haze of pleasure, I reach up, threading my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer as I kiss him fiercely, tasting the hunger on his lips. His hands slide down my body, rough and tender all at once, leaving trails of heat everywhere they touch. My body reacts to every stroke, every kiss, building me up higher and higher until I'm lost in him.

His lips break away from mine, traveling down my neck, leaving kisses that are too light, too quick, teasing me as I gasp for air. My head falls back again, lost in the sensation, but he doesn't let up. His pace quickens, the intensity growing as he thrusts into me, his body pressed against mine in a way that makes me feel like I might unravel at any second.

I can feel the tension building, the edge getting closer, and he knows it too. He groans against my skin, his fingers digging into my hips as he keeps going, relentless. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure rippling through me until I'm right on the edge, barely holding on.

And then, just when I think I'm about to fall apart, he slows down, pulling me back from the edge. His forehead rests against mine, our breathing heavy, and for a moment, everything is still.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity but not long enough, he pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against mine. "You know, I could get used to breaking rules with you."

I laugh softly, catching my breath. "Who says we're breaking any rules?"

He smirks, kissing me again. "You've always got an answer, don't you?"

"Always," I whisper against his lips before sliding off the desk, my feet hitting the ground with a soft thud. "But we've got a book to find."

Sebastian gives me a lingering look, glasses still slightly askew on his nose. "Fine, but I'm keeping the glasses."

"Please do," I say with a grin as I return to searching the shelves, my mind still reeling from the heat of his kiss and the thrill of what's to come.