Page 3 of Witch Unexpected
Three months without bedroom action and my body was ready to screw anything that moved. Anything and anyone.
Except Jasper.
He wasnevertouching me again.
I turned the corner onto my street, pushed open the gate to my tiny, terraced house, and clipped my way up the steps. Being a realist, I knew it was too much to hope that Jasper would simply piss off.
But there it was again… Hope.
I stepped into the hallway but didn’t bother to turn on the lights. The drapes were open, and moonlight flooded the house. What I needed most right now was to slide into bed with one of my epic vibrators.
I needed to come.
I needed Jasper to fuck off.
I gripped the balustrade just as he pressed his chest to my back. He was a spirit. A malevolent entity, and yet his body was warm and solid where it made contact with mine.
He was powerful and dangerous, but he wouldn’t allow anyone or anything to harm me. Yeah, sounded romantic, but the truth was far from it. I was a thing to him. A possession. A way to remain anchored to this world and everything he did for me or to me was for his own gain.
But when he was close like this, my body forgot all the reasons why he was bad for me, because my body remembered all the ways he could make me feel so good. All the tiny details I desperately wanted to forget.
“You’re wound so tight,” he purred, breath hot on my neck. “I could give you the release you want. Just take off the amulet, Cora.”
My pulse beat so hard in my throat, I was sure the world could hear it, and my core tightened and throbbed, eager for his touch. Yes, my traitorous body remembered. It remembered his expert hands, his hot mouth, his clever tongue, and his thick cock.
“Let me fill you,” he said.
My core clenched, and a wave of desire and need washed over me, leaving me wet and angry.
I hated that I craved him. Hated myself for being weak.
No.Stop thinking like that. I wasn’t weak. I was in control.
I pulled away and plastered a smirk on my face before facing him. “I’m not the one who needs you, Jasper.Youneedme. Youneedto feed off sex.” And he could only get that from me, the sap who’d agreed to bind to him. “You need the energy it gives you to manifest continually. Siphoning heat and energy from a roomful of humans isn’t enough for you, is it?”
Already, he was beginning to fade away, and soon he’d be gone.
His eyes narrowed. “We had a deal, Cora.”
“Yeah.” I turned away and climbed the steps to the first floor. “Wedid.”
* * *
The deal had been simple.Sex with Jasper once a month, and he’d save my friends' lives. I hadn’t really had much choice at the time. If I’d said no, Fee might have taken the deal in my place, and she’d been through too much already. I couldn’t let her take on Jasper too.
But once a month had become weekly, then biweekly as he’d insinuated himself into my life, offering his aid in exchange for access to my body. He was a deadly addiction, an insidious craving, but now I had an off switch.
I shut my bedroom door, knowing instinctively that he wouldn’t follow me now. When he vanished like this, he was gone. I had no idea where, and I didn’t give a shit. All that mattered was that, for a few blissful hours, I’d be free of him.
I stripped off and pulled on my PJs. The urge to get off was gone. Instead, a bone-aching exhaustion filtered through my veins.
I crawled into bed and lay staring at the ceiling. There was a crack in the plaster just above my bed that ran all the way to the other side of the room. I should probably get it checked out, but I probably wouldn’t.
My hand went to the amulet at my throat. It was cool against my fingertips. A gift from Elijah Black, my unofficial warlock mentor. It had arrived in the post with a note that simply read:
For your pest problem.
I didn’t ask for it. I didn’t commission it like I preferred to let Jasper think. But Elijah knew just what I needed.
