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Jasper’s breath caught in his chest as Alastair loomed closer.

“I want an apology, Jasper. And you better make it a good one.”

Jasper swallowed audibly. “And what kind of apology were you looking for, boss?”

Alastair smiled.

“I think you should put that mouth to good use,” he said, steppingclose enough that his chest pressed against Jasper’s. The Wolf licked his lips, heart hammering in his chest so loud Alastair could hear it. Leaning down, Alastair let their lips brush together as he spoke. “Use that tongue to make her come, puppy. I want her dripping wet and satisfied before I fuck her tonight.”

Jasper’s lips curved up into a grin. “I think I can manage that,” he answered.

Chapter 45

FEY

Fey heard the words Alastair said to him, heat jolting through her body at the command. Jasper’s eyes met hers over Alastair’s shoulder as he grinned, eyes sparkling with sinful promise.

It was still a shock when he moved forward so quickly and lifted her. He moved with the savage grace and speed of a predator. Fey let out a shout of surprise, wrapping her legs around his waist.

“I’ve been waiting all day to taste you,” Jasper murmured, burrowing his face in her neck as he carried her to the living room. He laid her down gently on the couch, and Fey glanced over to see Alastair seat himself at the other end, arms spread on the seat back as he watched them.

Settling himself between her legs, Jasper kissed his way up her body. He took his time, kissing and licking at every available inch of skin before he reached her neck, nuzzling his face into the space between her ear and her jawbone.

When his teeth grazed against her skin, Fey gasped, arching against him.

Jasper chuckled. He balanced on his forearms to keep his weight from crushing her beneath him and lowered his hips down enough to press against her.

“Do you feel that?” he asked, and Fey sucked in a breath as he rolled his hips against her. “Do you feel how hard you’ve gotten me already? Fuck, Fey, I could come just looking at you.”

Fey moaned, but it turned to a gasp of pain as he bit down on her skin, holding those sharp teeth against the flesh where her shoulder met her neck. He groaned into her, biting down nearly hard enough to draw blood.

It was nothing like the ecstasy she’d felt when Alastair had sunk his fangs into her neck all those years ago, but it still felt incredible. Arching against him, Fey moaned his name, her hands coming up to wind through his hair.

“Oh no,” Jasper said, pulling back and sitting up. He took her hands off him delicately by the wrists. “The boss didn’t say anything about you getting to touch me.”

Fey swallowed as he put her arms back on the couch above her head.

“Keep your hands there,” he said, staring down at her. “And don’t move.”

She narrowed her eyes at him but obeyed, fingers gripping into the cushions of the couch as Jasper leaned back down over her.

When he started touching her, hands sliding over her clothing, she didn’t notice the claws at first. Writhing under his touch, she didn’t notice them at all until a sharp claw slid across her chest, leaving a slight red line on her skin before it reached her shirt and ripped through the cloth as easily as a knife.

“Jasper!” Fey gasped. The shirt fell away, parting easily under his claws.

“Shhh, gorgeous,” he said. “I warned you not to move.”

She was breathing so quickly, too quickly. When that claw slid back up to her bra, she whimpered.

And then the bra was gone, too, slit up the middle. Jasper used his hands to peel the fabric aside, revealing her breasts.

“Fuck me,” Alastair cursed, leaning closer from where he watched.

“Not yet,” Jasper laughed. He traced one of her nipples with that sharp claw, and Fey wasn’t sure if the noises she was making were out of fear or pleasure.

Smiling at her, Jasper lowered his mouth to her breast and nipped at her nipple, dragging his teeth over it.

She could go mad from this, Fey thought, gasping for air as his mouth teased her breast. She could go mad, and happily so.

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