Page 33 of The Blood Witch

“Bedroom,” she murmured against Alastair’s lips. Pressed between the two of them, she felt Alastair’s cock twitch in response. “Now.”

They stumbled to the room together, Jasper managing to peel off Fey’s shirt somewhere along the way. Alastair kept her attention on himself, kissing her lips and face, whispering all the things he wanted to do to her. Wonderfully dirty things. When they finally reached the bed, he lifted her, sitting down on the edge and settling her on his lap so she straddled him.

Behind them, Jasper pulled his own shirt over his head. He tossed it aside but looked to Alastair for confirmation before approaching the bed.

Hands grasped in Fey’s hair, his lips pressed to hers, Alastair asked her, “Do you want us both, Witchling?”

Fey moaned, writhing in his lap, and Alastair flashed Jasper a quick smile.

That was all the invitation the Wolf needed. Dropping to his knees at the edge of the bed, he ran his hands gently up Fey’s stomach and chest from behind, his fingers teasing her flesh.

Fey gasped as his fingers found her nipples through her bra. Jasper immediately repeated the motion, groaning at her reaction.

“Kiss him,” Alastair ordered, leaning back to give them room. Jasper slipped his face next to hers, angling her face toward his to kiss her.

Alastair made no move to stop them this time, just watched as he unbuttoned his own shirt. The way Jasper kissed her was almost chaste, the touch of his tongue gentle and reverent. Fey let out a small whimper of pleasure, grinding herself down onto Alastair’s lap.

Alastair’s hands came up to grip her hips in response, pulling her down harder, pushing her down against his hard length in encouragement.

One of them managed to unhook her bra, and the straps fell loose,the lace fabric falling from her breasts. Alastair tossed it aside, kissing her exposed neck. Jasper broke their kiss to look down at her, sucking air through his teeth at the sight.

His eyes moved down her body. "You’re so beautiful," he said.

Alastair licked at Fey’s ear. “Look at him, Witchling. See how much he wants you?”

She did, glancing over her shoulder at where Jasper knelt behind her. His eyes were glazed, pupils blown wide. His cock strained against the fabric of his pants, and as she watched, he gripped himself through his clothes, showing her just how excited he was.

She barely had time to enjoy the sight of him before Alastair lifted her off his lap, flipping her on to her back.

Fey sucked in a breath, but before she could move, Alastair was there next to her, hands threading through her hair and pivoting her face toward his.

Jasper reached for her pants, and Fey arched her back off the bed to help him remove them, staring down at where he knelt between her legs.

Hand flexing in her hair, Alastair yanked her gaze back to his.

“Eyes on me, Witchling,” he ordered. “I want to see every reaction, every bit of pleasure he gives you. I want to look in your eyes when you come on his pretty face.”

Fey swallowed, nodding.

Jasper slid her pants off with skilled, practiced hands and spread her legs wide. She gasped as his fingers trailed over her panties.

“How do you like it?” he asked, fingertips brushing against her through the fabric. Fey opened her mouth to speak, but... she didn’t know.

“Soft and slow to start,” Alastair answered for her, his eyes never leaving hers. “And then as rough as you can. She’ll let you know when.”

Jasper nodded, licking up her thigh and planting a soft kiss on her through the fabric of her panties, before slipping his hands under her and gently pulling them down her legs.

“Fuck, Alastair,” Jasper said in a rough voice, staring at her. “She’s so perfect.”

His breath tickled over her as he spoke, and Fey trembled. Alastair smiled.

“She is, isn’t she?” he said.

When Jasper’s tongue slid over her, Fey cried out, bucking her hips to chase the sensation. But he followed Alastair’s instructions, moving slowly, softly across her flesh, in a gentle caress.

Alastair glanced down the bed at him, and his gaze hardened.

“Fuck,” he whispered, licking his lips as he watched.

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