Page 115 of The Blood Witch

Jasper seemed to take the action as blatant approval, and his grin grew even more wicked as he shifted closer to the Vampire.

“Tell me, puppy,” Alastair said, speaking quietly. He wouldn’t risk waking Fey, not for this. Not for anything. She was pushing herself too hard with her classes and her training, and she deserved a proper night’s sleep. He was serious about her needing her rest. “Is this a game to you?”

Jasper’s smile faltered, slipping ever so slightly.

Alastair took the time to really look at the Wolf shifter laying next to him. Goddess knew he was attractive. That tan, flawless skin, the hard muscles. He was naked under the sheets. They all were. And Alastair’s cock twitched at the thought of what lay under those covers.

Jasper’s eyes grew hooded as Alastair reached out with one hand, sliding his fingers over the Wolf’s chiseled jawbone, over the coarse stubble that grew there.

“Fey is everything to me,” he said, thumb tracing over Jasper’s bottom lip. He felt a jolt of satisfaction at the way his breath hitched and eyelids flickered. His hand traveled lower.

“Do you understand what you’re getting into here, puppy? Truly understand it?”

Jasper’s breath quickened as Alastair’s hand traveled lower, down the plane of his chest and down the hardened muscles of his abs.

“She’s not one of your Wolves. She’s not one of your conquests.” His hand dipped below the sheets, sliding over the soft curls of Jasper’s pubic hair. “She is everything. If you hurt her…”

He gripped the base of Jasper’s quickly hardening cock tightly and was rewarded by a deep, guttural noise from the Wolf’s chest. Jasper’s head rolled back, his hips jerking forward.

“She comes first. Always,” Alastair told him, sliding his hand up and down Jasper’s shaft.

Jasper smirked, opening a single eye, but his breathing was ragged. “Figuratively? Or literally?”

Alastair swore, gripping tighter. Jasper gasped, hips jerking under the touch. “Both,” Alastair told him. “We don't wake her up when she needs to sleep. And you don’t come until she does. Ever. You understand me?”

“Yes, boss,” Jasper murmured, breathing hard.

“Just because you have this nice cock doesn’t mean you know how to use it,” Alastair mocked. “Can you satisfy her? Can you make her come?”

Jasper groaned, cock jerking in Alastair’s grip. He nodded.

Leaning closer to him, Alastair slid his tongue out, licking the shell of Jasper's ear before asking, “And can you make me come?”

Without hesitation, Jasper reached for him, his breath coming in swift pants. Alastair rolled back to give him access, sucking in a breath as Jasper’s hand reached down and gripped him.

Jasper had a reputation around the club—so Alastair wasn’t surprised that he was skilled with his hands. But even still…

He hissed as Jasper’s hand slid up his thigh, rolling over his balls lightly before stroking up his shaft. His fingers barely touched as he gripped Alastair by the base of his cock, sliding his hand up to the head.

“Like this, boss?” he asked breathlessly.

Fuck the Goddess, that felt good. Alastair sucked in a sharp breath between his teeth.

“Harder,” he demanded. Jasper obeyed without hesitation, gripping him harder and continuing to touch him with long, measured strokes.

Alastair’s hand continued to move over Jasper, stroking him gently, teasing him. From the way his cock twitched in Alastair’s hand, and the bead of precum dripping from him, it was clear the Shifter liked it.

“Harder?” Jasper licked his lips as he watched Alastair’s face.

So eager to please. Alastair smirked. One hand still playing with Jasper, he reached down with his free hand and wrapped it around Jasper’s fingers, forcing the Shifter to grip in even more.

“Harder,” he said, and Jasper groaned softly. Jasper’s hips were moving, shifting forward and back ever so slightly as Alastair stroked him. Using Jasper’s hand to grip him, Alastair stroked himself, gripping tight.

“Yes, boss,” Jasper whispered, watching Alastair’s hand over his own as they stroked Alastair together.

Alastair shifted until his body lay against Jasper, their chests touching. He brought his lips to Jasper’s cheek, licking a line to his ear. Jasper shivered under his touch, cock jerking in his soft grip.

“Do you like touching me?” he asked.

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