Page 84 of Bad Witch

“I want that, too, baby, but I’ll hurt you if we don’t take our time. I need to work you up to it, and we’re gonna need a lot of lube.”

“I’m so…so….” I gasped, feeling out of control now. “I’m already so wet, Fender.”

“Soon,” he said, his voice strained. “I promise, Temp, real soon. I won’t hurt you. It doesn’t matter how much we want it, and I fucking want it, baby, but we have to do this right.”

My sob escaped before I could stop it. Fender grabbed my hips more firmly and thrust up against me again. “Ride me, peaches, do whatever you need to feel good, to get off. Fucking use me, Temp, use my body all you need, as long as you need.”

My panties were soaked, and I was gasping and whimpering and rocking against him, completely out-of-control wanton. Fender did this to me. Only he did this to me. Taking his hand, I brought it to the front of my pants, asking without words for him to touch me. He slid it down the front instantly, giving me what I needed, his thumb seeking out and rubbing over the spot that made me see stars.

“You feel so good. Baby, you’re so fucking wet.”

I cried out, and his free hand hooked me around the back of the head, then he pulled me down and turned my head so my face was pressed into his throat to stifle my cries as I came.

His cock jerked under me, and even through the layers of clothes, I felt the heavy pulses of his cock. He was coming with me. He growled and hissed, his hips thrusting as if he were inside me, as if he were filling my body over and over again, pumping me full of his hot seed.

His arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly against him. His lips slid along my throat, my jaw, and to my ear, then he cursed, then laughed, the sound husky and wonderful.

Pulse still racing, I lifted my head. “What’s so funny?” I hadn’t found what we’d just done funny. The way I’d needed him had been confusing and a little frighting, if I was honest.

His white teeth flashed in the shadows. “Temp, you just made a male…who, by the way, is over a thousand years old…come in his pants.” He chuckled again. “Haven’t done that since I was newly created and horny twenty-four seven.”

“I did, didn’t I?” Now I was smiling as well. It was impossible not to, and gods, I needed that.

“You’re looking far too pleased with yourself,” he said, that heart-stopping grin still front and center.

My smile widened and warmth filled my chest. “I am pleased with myself.”

He pulled me down and kissed me again with smiling lips. “You’re dangerous, Tempest.”

I studied him. Despite his words, he was happy, the joy was clear in his eyes. “How am I dangerous?” His hand slid up and down my spine, the touch firm, easing my aches and pains from days on my feet.

His smile softened, and he shook his head. “You have no idea, do you?”

“About what?”

“The power you wield.”

I stilled. “What do you mean?” Did he know? Had Magnolia said something to him.

“Over me, Tempest. The power you hold over me.”

Fender had reluctantly left when one of the nurses had knocked on the door and said I was needed back on the wards. Thanks to Fender coming here to be with me, I’d managed to sleep, and my magic had recharged. He’d offered to feed my pets before he left. I’d thanked him but declined.

That had been a few hours ago, and I hadn’t been able to get what he’d said to me in the early hours of the morning out of my head. He’d looked so sincere when he’d said it, that I held power over him. So solemn. He’d meant it too. But I didn’t want that. I didn’t want to hold power over anyone, except those I was sent to punish. The thought terrified me almost as much as the growing reliance, the insatiable need, I had to be with Fender, to have him near me.

Slowing my step, I approached the room we’d moved Draven and the twins to, then taking a fortifying breath, I walked into the room. Iris sat with her mother, who had refused to stay away, and they quieted as I approached the bed. “Any change?” I asked Iris.

“No. Their sleep, it’s so deep. None of them are responding,” she said, and there was pain in her voice and so much crippling fear. “Magnolia doesn’t know what to do, no one seems to know what to do to wake them up. This was your potion, you must know something?”

I quickly glanced around to make sure no one heard her. No one could know that, or what was in it. “I wish I could tell you, but I don’t know. Keep talking to them.” Wherever they’d gone, I truly believed that only she could call them back. “Read to them, anything. They need to hear the sound of your voice.”

I didn’t know if that would work, but it couldn’t hurt. If anyone could bring them back, it was Iris, and it would give her something to keep her going and give her hope. I checked their vitals. There was no change. My heart sank, but I forced that down as well, then left Iris to read.

Jack strode toward me. “How’re you holding up? Did you get any sleep between shifts?”

“A little. How about you?”

He gave me a look that said rest wasn’t a priority. “Things have calmed here. Whatever that potion was Magnolia brewed has done something. Whether it’s permanent, I don’t know. But while it’s quiet, I want you to head home. Eat, shower, get a proper rest. I’ll call if we need you.”