Page 38 of The Blood Witch

Fey sighed as his fingers softly caressed her scalp, massaging the skin there. His cock twitched again, and Jasper gave up ignoring it, knowing there was no way she didn’t feel it pressing against her.

“Sorry,” he told her, continuing his massage. “It has a mind of its own. Ignore it.”

Fey was quiet, but her lip twitched up at the corner.

“I’m proud of you, you know,” he told her as he worked.

She opened a single eye to watch him, her gaze wary.

“Telling Alastair that you love him. That’s huge. I’m proud of you, Fey.”

She huffed. “Goddess, both of you are so infuriating, you know that? It’s not huge. Don’t make such a… thing over it.”

“It is.” He laughed, ignoring her glare. “You’re opening yourself up, and I’m proud of you. You can let people in and still be a terrifying force of nature, gorgeous. It’s okay to feel.”

She glared at him but didn’t respond. After a few minutes of silence passed, she started chewing her lip, as though lost in thought.

“Jasper?” she asked, finally, closing her eyes once again and tilting her head back as he ran his fingers through her hair. “What did this mean for you? Forus?”

Jasper’s fingers stilled.

What did it mean for him? It wasn’t the first time he’d played third for a couple. Hell, group sex was so casual between some of the Shifter packs it was almost more common than being with another Wolf one on one. He’d never had any issue with it. Sex was sex.

Except when, suddenly, it wasn’t.

He pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Mine.

“I care about you, Fey,” Jasper answered, truthfully. “You and Alastair. This was fun. More than fun, that was mind blowing,” he corrected, and she smirked. “But you’re my friend, before anything else. I don’t want anything to change that. I’m not looking to come between you and him.”

Still holding her, he leaned down, ducking his head under the stream of water to plant a chaste kiss on her cheek.

“Of course”—he grinned, shifting to whisper in her ear and delighting in the way it made her wriggle against him—“if you and the boss ever feel like having some fun again, I would never say no.”

He flipped off the water as Fey laughed.

“Stay here,” he ordered. “I’ll get you a towel.”

“Jasper, you’re dripping everywhere,” Fey scolded as he stepped out of the shower to grab a towel for her.

Frowning, Jasper glanced down at the puddle he’d left on the floor, then grabbed two more towels, wrapping one around himself and throwing the other down to soak up the water.Fixed. Satisfied, he stepped back into the shower, wrapping her in the terry cloth and patting her dry.

Fey snorted, swatting at him playfully. But she let him finish.

When he was satisfied that she was dry enough, he stepped back out of the shower to grab a robe for her.

“That’s Alastair’s,” Fey told him as he grabbed one hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Jasper brought the fabric up to his nose and sniffed. Sure enough, it smelled like him, like cedar wood and oak-aged whiskey. Jasper adjusted the towel around his waist, embarrassingly hard, now.

“Even better,” he said, stepping close to her and wrapping her in therobe despite her protest. The sleeves were way too big, so he rolled them up on her arms until they were just past her elbows. “He’s going to love seeing you in it, gorgeous. I promise.”

Jasper dressedbefore joining them in the kitchen, plucking his clothing out from under Fey’s and Alastair’s, and made himself somewhat presentable. By the time he finished, Fey was already seated at the kitchen bar with a glass of wine in her hand and Alastair’s massive robe pooling around her. Alastair was at the stove cooking, his back to Jasper as he worked on their dinner.

“Smells delicious,” Jasper said, coming up behind Alastair, and ducking under his arm to sniff the pot of sauce.

Alastair swatted him away with a spoon.

“It’s not ready,” he snapped. “Fuck off.”

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