Page 125 of The Ghost and the Graveyard (Knight Games 1)
"I'm not ready for that." As much as I wanted to avoid the tension building between us, I forced myself to maintain eye contact. He needed to know I was serious.
His expression darkened. "It's Logan. I smelled him on you. You've been with him, and you want to be with him again."
"I don't think I need to remind you that Logan doesn't have a body."
"What of it, Grateful? Will you tell me, honestly, that you haven't had sex with him?" He scowled.
When he put it that way, I supposed that being possessed by a ghost while I masturbated was a type of sex. To call it anything else would be fooling myself. "Yes, we did."
Rick leaned over me, his arms on either side of my body and his face too close. The position made me claustrophobic, and I pressed my head into the pillow to maintain some distance.
"No more," he commanded. "You are mine now. Mine." The smell of pine, earth, and water filled the room, strengthening with his emotions.
"Excuse me, but the only person I belong to is me." The words floated oddly calm from my lips, partly because I knew he wouldn't hurt me and partly because I was expecting to have this conversation.
His face contorted as if I'd punched him in the gut. His head jerked back, and for a moment, I thought I saw tears in his eyes. Then his entire body began to convulse. I watched his black eyes close as the spasms reached his head.
When the seizure ended, Rick opened his eyes. The irises flashed green.
"What the hell?" I wiggled under his arm. In a clumsy and very unsexy fashion, I spilled over the side of the bed and onto the floor. "What's going on, Rick?"
"Rick? Guess again, Grateful." Rick's lips moved, but Logan's voice came out.
"Logan, what are you doing? Get out of his body!" I slapped Rick's shoulder as if I could knock Logan out of him.
"Isn't this what you wanted? A little bit of both of us? Not to have to choose?" Logan's voice was venomous.
"Logan, this is wrong. Get out!" I tried to thrust my power into him but what was a hurricane last night came out of me a tiny puff of air.
Logan laughed. "Sun's still up, sweetheart. It takes practice to be able to use your power during the day, or so Prudence told me. Besides, if you really want me out, all you have to do is ask."
"Please, Logan. Please get out of Rick."
A cloud of dark smoke filtered from Rick's mouth until a transparent Logan stood beside a very pissed-off caretaker.
"I will send you over myself, foul vapor!" Rick growled. He raised his hand, preparing to strike.
I placed myself between the two of them and held up my hands. "Everyone, relax. I will do the sorting in this house," I said to Rick. I turned toward Logan. "No matter how much a certain soul deserves the underworld."
"I would prefer the underworld to watching the woman I love be with another man for eternity. It's torture, Grateful, torture. You let me taste you. Not just the sex but our conversations, our dates. Did you think I'd be happy to live forever in this house, watching you come and go with...with him? Don't threaten me with hell. This is hell." He flickered out and receded into the corner, nothing but a glowing orb.
"Easy enough to do as you please," Rick seethed. "I'll send you to the underworld and put you out of your misery."
"Rick! Stop! Logan isn't a bad person. He doesn't belong in hell. I saw that much last night." I pressed my hand against Rick's chest, his bare-naked chest. I couldn't help myself. I glanced down his body, to the heavy length between his legs, and a current of desire zinged through me.
"Oh, spare me," Logan said.
Rick backed off, taking forced interest in the window.
"Look, Logan, I'm sorry. I do like you and have enjoyed your company." I placed my fists firmly on my hips. "But as I've said before, I consider what happened an accident."
Logan groaned. Rick sputtered something under his breath that sounded like "no accidents."
"Besides, now that I'm the witch, a romantic relationship with you would be inappropriate anyway. It would be like a teacher dating a student. I'd be taking advantage of you in a way."
"You've got to be kidding. Is this the spiel you tell yourself to get to sleep at night?" The lights in the room flickered.
"You heard the lady. She's not interested," Rick said through his teeth.
