Witches for Hire (Odd Jobs #1)(44)

“Is this worth not seeing me? None of us can reverse this, so don’t make me watch you die.” Desmond straightened out Jeremy’s legs and positioned him on his lap again. He ran his hand over Jeremy’s chest, and the magic rushed to greet it under Jeremy’s skin. Magic radiated from Desmond’s fingers like a small sunburst. Not all at once, but little shots of magic zipped through Jeremy and tingled in each part they touched.

Jeremy moaned as a cluster of power traveled down his stomach and hardened his cock. Soft kisses below his chin sent more magic between Jeremy’s legs.

“This could have been pleasurable from the start, but you fight me every time. I hate seeing you in pain.” Desmond wrapped his hand around Jeremy’s cock and stroked him until cum leaked from the tip. “Especially when there are better ways to suffer.”

A gale of magic flooded Jeremy’s cock, and he screamed as he came, “You bastard!”




JEREMY’S EYES opened blearily. Cum clung to his stomach, and he was still draped in Desmond’s arms. The pain was gone. No nausea or needlelike sensations under his skin.

“I believe it’s time for my own pleasure,” Desmond whispered.

Jeremy was rocked back so Desmond could slide slowly inside of him.

“Any objections?”

“Make it quick so I can get some sleep.” Fucking when he wasn’t in pain was the most dangerous part. There was no barrier to dull the feel of Desmond. Jeremy’s dangling limbs gained strength, so he held Desmond closer. The reasons to keep his distance seemed petty and illogical as his ass pulled Desmond in deeper.

“Then kiss me.”

Jeremy opened his mouth to tell Desmond to remember his promise to keep their trysts businesslike, but his open mouth was covered tightly. The force of Desmond’s tongue let him know that their mouths weren’t separating any time soon. Between Jeremy’s legs, Desmond squeezed his cock. With the magic coursing in him and the nonstop attention to his ass, Jeremy’s cock hardened again. If it had been the old days, Desmond would have fucked him until he couldn’t absorb any more magic. Jeremy’s voice breaking into a sob broke their kiss, and Desmond let their mouths stay parted.

He bent Jeremy on the bed and raised one of his legs. Content with the new position, Desmond thrust into Jeremy and happily groaned as each plunge pulled a high grunt out of Jeremy. Teeth nibbled on Jeremy’s neck. “That is a lovely sound.”

The last of the excess magic pulsing through Jeremy drained out with the cum his cock shot. Desmond finally pulled out and flipped Jeremy on to his back. He pushed Jeremy’s legs out wide and sat between them so he could lean down and suck Jeremy’s cock into his mouth. There was plenty of cum on the bed to gain power from, but the greedy bastard simply wanted another excuse to extend skin contact between them. Desmond licked Jeremy’s cock until it was free of the tiniest remnant and then let him go.

Limp from the exchange of magic, Jeremy breathlessly stared at Desmond pulsing with power. His aura glowed bright red with black ribbons of lives taken at his hands. With the magic borrowed from Jeremy, he could probably take on one of the Council and not only survive, but win. That was the sole purpose of the spell that had turned Jeremy into a walking amulet constantly absorbing wild magic: to have enough power to destroy anyone who stood in their way. Desmond looked down at him, his eyebrows raised in question if more sex was on the table. Jeremy knew that despite the power boost, Desmond truly just wanted to fuck him again. That was why Jeremy couldn’t call anyone else. There wasn’t a single witch he knew who wouldn’t abuse what he had given Desmond. For the sake of the people who had died because of them, if Jeremy discovered a permanent remedy, he had to break ties between them forever. Jeremy swallowed hard because he really wanted to say yes. “No, I’m fine now.”

“Good.” As Desmond reached for Jeremy’s shoulder to squeeze it in an obvious gesture of goodwill, Jeremy pulled away. “You know what? If that’s how it is, we’re done.” He stood and stalked away from the bed. His clothes slithered up his body like a snake and fastened around him as if invisible hands attended to him. “I’ve tried everything on my end. You want relief, next time find somebody else.”

Jeremy sat up now that his energy had returned. “You’re just as responsible as I am, and I’m the one who’s stuck like this.”

“You don’t want my help, and I’m tired of feeling like a rapist every time I see you. Find someone else.” Desmond’s coat closed around him, and the door opened without him touching it. He went out into what little night there was, and the door slammed closed behind him.

Although naked on the bed, Jeremy wanted to go after him. No. It had to be done. I know where this leads, and I won’t let anyone else die because of us. He glared at his stupid cock, hardening again because he was surrounded by Desmond’s scent. He sighed regretfully as he pumped his cock in his fist. There were a few toys in his dresser to relieve him with guilt-free sex, but there was no substitute for Desmond’s kisses.




SIMONE TILTED her head to the side as Jeremy walked in the lobby. “How is it that you look better but also like shit at the same time?”

“Magic.”

“The boss has a job for you that you don’t deserve.”

Jeremy snorted. “My standards are much higher than yours, so I doubt I’ll care.”