Page 25 of The Blood Witch

It was so hard to concentrate when it smelled so good in here. Jasper took another deep breath. “Sid said something he shouldn’t have. I had a problem with it.” He licked his lips. “It won’t happen again.”

Alastair’s eyes narrowed. “What did he say?”

“It doesn’t matter—” Jasper started.

“It does fucking matter if I’m asking you. Tell me what he said.”

“He said…” Jasper swallowed. “He made a comment about a woman. That he, uh… that he wanted to touch her.”

Alastair blinked, slowly.

“That’s it? That’s all he said to you?” he asked. From the skeptical look in his eyes, he wasn’t buying it for a second.

“And he may have jerked off in the stockroom,” Jasper murmured.

“Jasper.” Alastair tapped the surface of his desk for emphasis. “I, personally, have walked in on you fucking someone in that room on two separate occasions. Scratch that, three. Three separate occasions.”

Jasper’s lips twitched at the memory.

“I should be making one of you hose down that room once a week, with the amount of fluids that get exchanged in there. Who the fuck cares if Sid jerked off in the stockroom? What does it matter to you that he was talking shit about some woman?”

“It was Fey,” Jasper said, so quietly he almost hoped Alastair couldn’t hear him.

The Vampire went impossibly still.

“My Fey?” he asked.

Our Fey, something whispered in Jasper’s chest. He swallowed it down. Fuck, he needed another drink. It was too quiet here. He wanted the music back.

“He said he heard you tonight. You and Fey. That he, uh… got excited, listening to her,” Jasper explained.

A muscled twitched in Alastair’s jaw.

“And that’s why you lost control, isn’t it?” he asked, voice low. “You were, what… protecting her?”

Jasper nodded, slowly.

“He had no right to talk about her like that,” Jasper said, his temper rising again. His muscles itched to shift. “It was disrespectful. And… And I just lost it, I?—”

“Are you trying to fuck her?” Alastair interrupted.

Jasper’s heart stuttered. “What?”

“You heard me, puppy,” Alastair said, stepping closer. His face was blank, but a storm raged in those amber eyes. “I’ve seen the way you look at her. I’ve seen the little ways you like to touch her. I’ve put up with the flirting, and kept my fucking mouth shut throughout all of it. But you need to answer the question right now. Do you want to fuck my Witch?”

The look in Alastair’s eyes told Jasper he already knew the answer to that question.

Jasper took one last deep breath, closing his eyes to really enjoy it. He could taste her in the air. It was intoxicating.

When he opened his eyes to look at Alastair, he made no effort to hide the hunger in his gaze. Or what that smell was doing to him.

“Yeah,” he answered calmly. His lips pulled up into a cocky grin. “Yeah, I want to fuck her. And if she ever asked me? I wouldn’t even hesitate.” Holding Alastair’s gaze for a few moments longer, he added in a husky voice, “And I’d make sure it was a night she’d never forget.”

Alastair's eyes glittered dangerously as he assessed the Wolf in front of him.

If those were his last words, at least he was going out honestly, Jasper thought to himself.

“Close the door, Jasper.” Alastair said, his voice low. “I think it’s time you and I had a little chat...”

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