Witches for Hire (Odd Jobs #1)(94)
Nice touch of righteousness, Jeremy thought. “What’s the point of enacting laws if you yourselves refuse to obey them?” he asked the Council.
Faradin laid his chin on his interlocked hands. “If being a bully means everyone knows that we treated Desmond like an ordinary citizen, then we can live with it.” He clasped his hands together, and the chains on Jeremy’s wrists tightened. “We will hold Mr. Ragsdale for questioning until we have our answers. You may stay and confess your crimes, Desmond.”
Desmond’s chair toppled to the floor as he stood. “Then I accuse you of using this hearing to enslave a type-eight magical being.”
“The bloody hell are you doing?” Jeremy hissed. I thought we were doing agreed-upon silent motions for shit like this. He shook his head emphatically. Keep your fucking mouth closed.
Faradin, Reza, and the rocker rose, while Salvatore remained seated like he was watching an entertaining play.
“How dare you make such an accusation,” Faradin said with his fists clenched. “What is your evidence?”
Desmond pointed at Jeremy’s restraints. “I see a type eight confined right in front of me, and you have expressed no desire to let him go until he gives you what you want. Their rarity makes it illegal to hold them against their will by the word of even greater laws than your authority.”
Reza crossed her arms. “Prove it.”
Salvatore smiled. “I’d also like to see this.”
The magical bindings disappeared from Jeremy’s wrists, and he massaged feeling back into the indentations left on his skin. Jeremy glared at Desmond, who motioned for him to stand too. He knocked the hand away. “I’m not in the mood.”
“We don’t have many options,” Desmond whispered.
“I’m not doing that in front of these assholes,” Jeremy growled out.
“I’ll let you borrow my wand for a day.”
Among Desmond’s collection of magical items accrued with his new wealth, Jeremy coveted Desmond’s wand most because it was carved from a tome tree and probably too expensive to even put a price on. Jeremy licked his lips. “Two days.”
“Honestly, I can’t believe how much of a prude you’ve become over the years.”
“I am not a prude.” Jeremy got to his feet and wrinkled his nose at the Council. “Bossy know-it-alls are not to my tastes.”
Desmond’s eyes bored into him. “Not even Salvatore?” he asked so softly that Jeremy barely heard him.
“Stop blabbering.” Jeremy held out his arms. I’m taken prisoner and now he accuses me of being attracted to a Council member he just asked me to have sex in front of? “Get it over with quickly.”
Desmond gently lifted Jeremy’s chin so they were looking in each other’s eyes. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
“I want this shitty night over with,” Jeremy mumbled.
“Then focus on me.”
Desmond’s voice grew louder, and anything beyond his face glowed too bright to see. “Do you think I need a spell like this to get off?” Jeremy smiled. “Looks like I’m not the only one going soft.” Desmond kissed him, and it was like their little personal world shrank even smaller. Jeremy heard a murmur outside of their bubble, but Desmond leaned Jeremy’s head back to kiss him fully. Even with his mouth filled with hot tongue, Jeremy tried to glance beyond him.
“Eyes on me, where they belong.”
“Just because I can’t see them doesn’t mean they’re not the—” Jeremy jumped as his cock was suddenly in Desmond’s grip. He hadn’t felt his clothes disappear. I know I said fast, but he could have warned me. Jeremy’s legs tensed as magic gathered in Desmond’s fingertips stroked his cock with the lightest touch. “Oh shit, oh shit.”
Desmond’s eyes flared to an eerie bright brown. “Look at me.” He squeezed, and the shock of magic entering Jeremy’s body took his breath away. Jeremy started to fall forward, but Desmond caught him.
“There’s no point in this if they don’t see everything.”
Invisible hands steadied Jeremy, and he was pushed slightly back so beyond the bright light, the Council could have an unobstructed view of his cock as it lit up. Those invisible fingers grabbed his ass, and Desmond tilted Jeremy’s head back. Their lips met at an awkward angle, while simultaneously, phantom fingers entered Jeremy’s ass. Jeremy’s whole body jerked as he came, filling Desmond’s hand. Power gushed into Desmond’s body, and the invisible hands disappeared. Panting for breath, Jeremy realized he was crushed to Desmond’s side. He licked the skin on Desmond’s neck, not caring that the illusion was gone, and he could see the four Council members staring at him.
“Every orifice?” Faradin shook his head in amazement. “How did you accomplish that? Everyone usually stops around sex organs.”
“My guess is a razor blade or scalpel for such fine lines.” Salvatore bowed his head in respect. “The intricacy of the spell is impressive.”
Warmth suddenly trickled down Jeremy’s skin as his clothes reappeared. He was glad for Desmond’s magical help because he was too exhausted to dress on his own.
Reza sat back down and frowned. “Be that as it may, there’s still the unexplained black aura that brought us here. We are not going to forget it because holding Mr. Ragsdale against his will goes against this world’s accords. This isn’t the end of this conversation.”