Mathilda, SuperWitch by Kristen Ashley Read Free Book Online

shock of many that night.
    Sebastian reacted.
    I could see it in his eyes, the way his body tensed. One minute he was oh-so-nonchalantly leaning against the desk with legs stretched out and his arms crossed on his chest and then he was not-so-nonchalantly leaning.
    “Where did you hear that?” he asked.
    “Josephine.”
    “Who?”
    Of course, he didn’t know her name. In the World of Sebastian, she was unimportant (what is, I wonder?).
    “Rory’s mother.”
    He just looked at me.
    “Well?” I prompted.
    “Well what?”
    Ack! The nerve.
    “The Mathilda Register?”
    “Don’t worry about it.”
    Sebastian is most provoking.
    The library is huge and very Professor Higgins in My Fair Lady but bigger. There are two spiral staircases on either side of the room leading to wrought iron railed landings. Books piled upon books shoved here, there and everywhere (even, in some cases, stacked up in piles on the floors and tables). There is a huge fireplace a la Citizen Kane (okay, not that big) faced by a couple of worn, comfy couches and lazy, lovely velvet chairs with ottomans with tassels and in front of the window a big, heavy, carved wooden desk with some wing-backed leather chairs around it.
    In short, the library was like everything in The Gables, huge, preposterously imposing yet relaxed and welcoming.
    Freakish, I know.
    There was an enormous book on a podium, handwritten (unbelievable) which held the list and location of every book in the library (including the ones stacked on the floors and tables and those that had been “checked out” – crazy – what’s crazier is that it rewrites itself every time you take a book or move a book, I’m not kidding).
    I walked to it and looked up my name (should have done this ages ago, maybe, but who has time?).
    There it was, The Mathilda Register, The Myth of by Hamish Wilding.
    And also, Mathilda Honeycutt, The Prophesies also by Hamish Wilding.
    Fuck!
    “Mathilda.” This was a warning from Sebastian.
    I ignored him and started for the M’s.
    He followed me.
    I speeded up.
    (Damn his long legs!)
    He caught me at the waist and swung me around (no mean feat) and, half carrying, half dragging me, started marching toward the door of the library.
    There was a little tussle, one, not surprisingly, that I didn’t win but did end up thrown on a couch with Sebastian standing over me, breathing kind of hard and staring down with this intense expression on his face.
    I stared back at him and was (humiliatingly) downright panting.
    Unfortunately, at this point, I kinda forgot about the books and got really turned on by Sebastian staring at me like that. So I licked my suddenly very dry lips and tried to think of something else.
    Anything else.
    But his lips.
    And the idea of his lips…
    On my lips.
    And on other parts of me.
    Yikes.
    Ended up staring at his mouth.
    He looked away, raked a hand through his (fabulous) dark hair and then muttered, “Fucking hell.”
    And.
    You… will not… believe this.
    He leaned down, grabbed hold of me and hauled me off the couch.
    I thought he was going to toss me over his shoulder and carry me out of the room to chain me up somewhere (mm) and then go tell Mavis on me or something.
    But instead he slammed me against his body and started to kiss me!
    Oh my.
    Oh my.
    Was not just whisper-soft kiss but was full on, open-mouthed, sexual onslaught.
    Oh my .
    Whole body (most especially certain obvious parts) got very, very into the kiss.
    He wrapped one arm around my waist to hold me close while the other hand went down over my bottom and the back of my thigh. Then he leaned over, hooked his hand behind my knee and pulled it up so jeans did very, very pleasant thing at my crotch while he wrapped my leg around his hip and then I thought we’d fall back onto the couch and get serious when…
    “ Oh darlings. My, my, my… Sebastian. You know it’s far too early for that.”
    Ack!
    Auntie Mavis.
    Instead of jumping away from each other like