Witches for Hire (Odd Jobs #1)(43)

“Please fuck me,” Jeremy whispered before he blacked out.





Chapter 13


“WAKE UP.”

Jeremy groaned at the bright light and covered his face with his hands. A hand slapped his thigh.

“I said wake up.”

Like a scream queen terrified of a psycho killer, Jeremy refused to look over his shoulder. Looking wouldn’t stab a knife through his throat, but it would be just as devastating. There wasn’t the safety of watching from a distance, just a face in a crowd, or the glossy impersonal magazine shot. Jeremy turned around and saw the intensity of Desmond the Great that no magazine cover could capture. A hand smacked his bare ass. “It’s about time.”

“I’m not sure I prepared you enough.”

Jeremy grunted as two fingers thrust deep inside him. “Twat.”

“What was that?” Desmond massaged his fingers into Jeremy as he pulled them out to their tips and then pressed them back in.

Jeremy’s face and his cock smashed against the mattress, and he wished they’d go deeper. “I didn’t say anything.”

“It was only my imagination?” Desmond stopped playing with Jeremy’s hole.

“Mm-hm.” Jeremy spread his legs wider to emphasize his sincerity.

“I doubt that, but I’ll give you what you want.” The bed dipped as Desmond moved. A zipper running down filled the quiet room.

Jeremy licked his lips. Desmond must have already gotten him off for the pain to have lessened. For it to stay gone, more sex was the only option. He closed his eyes as Desmond’s cock touched his hole. Desmond roughly separated his asscheeks so he could slide against Jeremy’s crack. “There’s no point messing about, just fuck me.” Jeremy glanced down and saw a torn-open condom package. At least he’s following the orders of our agreement down to the letter.

“You ring me at one in the morning after allowing yourself to become this sick, and you think you’re in charge?”

Jeremy batted away Desmond’s hair so it stopped tickling his ear. “I told you to get on with it.”

Desmond locked his other hand in his short hair, forcing Jeremy to look up. “That will happen soon, love, but first you’re going to tell me why you waited so fucking long. You look like shit.”

“I used too many potions to delay the effects.”

“All that did was make you seek my help when it was almost too late. The only reason you woke up is because I gave you a blow job. I should get an award for making you cum in this condition.”

Since Desmond had to make a big production of everything, Jeremy reached between his legs and stroked himself. “See? It’s a very simple thing to do.” More taunting evaporated from his lips as a thick cock slammed inside of him.

“What sort of idiot almost waits ’til he’s dying to call for help?”

Desmond tightened his hand on Jeremy’s hair, forcing him to look into his eyes. Dark, angry, and on each thrust filled with so much lust that Jeremy’s mouth watered. Only his weakened state stopped him from voicing how much he wanted Desmond to stay. Not just for the night, but forget everything they had messed up and be together like they once were. Black hair fell over Desmond’s eyes, but it made his expression no less intense. Jeremy looked away, because it brought back memories of staying locked in each other’s arms for days. This was a favor for what they owed each other, nothing more. Desmond moved his hand to replace Jeremy’s around his cock, and Jeremy stared at the wall so not all of his mind would fall into fanciful desires.

Desmond touched Jeremy’s chest, where his heart acted as the main container for the gathered magic trapped by the scars etched on Jeremy’s body. It was brimming with power and causing the blockages that sickened him. “It’s getting worse. You’re not going to heal if you’re thinking yourself somewhere else.” He pulled out with a gentle hand on Jeremy’s back. “Give someone else a call, because you obviously don’t want me here.”

“That’s rich of you, to go back on your word when you’re the main reason I’m like this!”

“I promised on the basis that you would make this easier for both of us.”

“Fuck you!” Jeremy slammed his fist on the bed and lifted his head as high as he could despite his strong emotions summoning the pain back. “Don’t you fucking put that on me. I accepted my role, which is why I took the help that you offered!”

Desmond crossed his arms. “You’re the one guzzling useless potions so I won’t touch you.”

“Did I hurt that big ego of yours? You have countless sycophants at your beck and call, and you can’t get one ex-lover off? Are you sure you didn’t use magic to wake me because you’re—” He broke off as fiery hot agony coursed through his body.

“Dammit, why can’t you just behave?” Desmond’s warm hands pulsing with healing magic clutched Jeremy’s head. “Shh, it’s all right, it’s all right. This is the first time I used magic, so don’t call me a liar later.”

Warmth streamed into Jeremy’s skin, and he tried to pull away, irrationally fearing any more power entering his body.

“Stay still,” Desmond said soothingly as he stroked Jeremy’s back.

The warmth spread and mingled with Jeremy’s magic. Instead of increasing the pain, it tamed the wild magic and turned it to Desmond’s use. Jeremy’s eyes widened from the strain. Something needed to leave his body soon.