Page 20 of Summoned

I throw his heart on the ground next to him and spit on his face; the anger subsiding. And now, with him out of the picture, Jeremiah is safe. He doesn’t need a friend like that, anyway. Not when he was so willing to offer him up like a pig for slaughter. Besides, he has me now, and I’ll always protect him. Whether that’s from himself, from others, or from me.

From now, and for always.

It’s been one day since he found out about Ian dying, and Jeremiah is pretty freaked out. He won’t leave the dorm at all, for fear that he’ll be next. If he only knew that he’s sleeping with the enemy—quite literally in the same bed every single night. But I convinced him to come to the library with me under the guise that I have a project to take care of, when really I just wanted out of that fucking room desperately.

I don’t know what Jeremiah and I are to each other anymore. I guess if I were human, I’d claim him as my boyfriend. But since I’m not, I’m just claiming him as mine. Either way, he doesn’t seem to care about labels, at least he hasn’t shown that he does,and I think it’s better this way. At least for now, until his friends are all dead, and we can move on from them.

I’ve given it a lot of thought, and now that there’s only Noah and Jeremiah left, I know for a fact I don’t want to kill him. Jeremiah has become an integral part of my life lately, and to cut him off would be like severing a limb. It’s not something I’ll willingly put myself through. Which is why?—

“What are you thinking about?” Jeremiah asks me, breaking through my thoughts. “You’re blinking really fast.”

I frown. “I am?”

“Yeah,” he mutters. “You’ve been doing some weird shit lately.”

I go back to reading my economics textbook, the one that was most readily available on the desk in the dorm room. Jeremiah, on the other hand, is not even pretending to study. He’s just playing around on his phone, which has anger bubbling inside of me. I want all his attention onme. Always.

Looking around, I notice there’s no one in this library besides us. It’s eight on a Friday night, which means most of the campus is at a party, not stuck in a library studying for a fake exam, or doing a fake project. The librarian is also nowhere to be seen, but I could keep her away if I wish to do so.

“Come on,” I murmur, closing the textbook and grabbing Jeremiah’s hand.

“Where are we going?” he gasps when I haul him up and out of the chair with ease, and I try to remember to dial it back on the strength. “Kaelin?”

“We are going over there.” I point toward a stack of books in the furthest part of the library, away from prying eyes. “I need to look for a book.”

“So look for it,” Jer says with annoyance, trying to take his hand out of mine. “I’ll wait for you here.”

I narrow my eyes on him, suddenly angry at the way he’s snapping at me. I know it’s not his fault he’s in a bad mood—it’s technically mine. But they’re just mere humans. He can get over them dying. He hasmenow.

The excuse I gave him was just to get him in a more secluded area to fuck him, but now I don’t give a damn who sees us. And I’m going to take him right fucking here.

“Get on your knees,” I whisper, and Jeremiah rears back, confused. “Now, Jer.”

“For what?”

With one hand on his shoulder, I push him down onto his knees in front of me. He whimpers when they meet the ground, and the sound goes straight to my cock. “You’re gonna be a good boy and suck my cock,” I whisper, and he swallows hard. “Now lower my pants.”

“The librarian?—”

“She’s busy.” I wink, looking around, knowing I’m keeping her otherwise occupied downstairs as I hear her muffled scream. “We’ll make this quick.”

“What was that?” Jer asks, his voice trembling.

“Shhh, baby.” I soothe. “Just pay attention to me right now.”

With deft fingers, Jeremiah unbuttons my jeans and shoves them down my legs, along with my boxer briefs. He’s suddenly eager, and I can smell his arousal, taste it on my tongue. It’s heady, and if I had less self-control, I would’ve snapped by now.

He wraps his hand around my bare cock, stroking slowly, and licks the tip of it where the piercing glistens in the low lighting. My hand wraps around the back of his head, and I yank it back by the strands of his hair. His low whimper brings a groan out from deep within me, and I lean down toward his face.

“Open your mouth,” I whisper against his lips. Jeremiah tilts his head back further, opening his mouth, and I spit between his lips. The sight of my saliva in his mouth makes my cock thickento a painful degree, and my hand tightens on the back of his head. “Make it wet, baby.”

His eyes widen, clearly surprised about what I just did, and I smirk. It feels like he should be used to this by now, but he’s still ever so goddamn innocent, my little Jeremiah.

“Suck my cock, Jeremiah,” I hum, and he opens his mouth and wraps his lips around me. He bobs up and down slightly, clearly not knowing what he’s doing, and I grab his head with both hands gently. “Relax your jaw, baby.”

Jeremiah relaxes his jaw, allowing me to go deeper, until my cock meets resistance at the back of his throat. And wow—he doesn’t even have a gag reflex. It’s like he was made to suck my cock. I take full advantage of this by pulling back and thrusting forward once more, burying myself deep into his throat all over again. He hollows his cheeks on the way out of his tight heat, and by the time I thrust back in, there are tears trailing down his face.

I brush a tear away from his cheek, bringing my thumb to my mouth and sucking on it, tasting the salty liquid. His eyes widen, and more tears trail down his face—which makes my cock harden impossibly more until it’s throbbing between his lips, aching for a release only he can give me. And this right here might just be the most dangerous thing I’ve ever done, because I’ve realized I can’t resist this little human anymore. He might have started out as a toy, but now I’m thinking he’s the one playingme. But it doesn’t matter anymore. I can’t resist him, and I’m not even going to try.

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