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“Why?” Fey teased, trying to ignore the things his voice did to her. She gave him a mocking grin. “Are you looking for an invitation to join?”

“Maybe,” he admitted. He shifted closer, hands sliding almost to her hips, until all she could see was him. “Maybe I could just warm you up for him? Get you all wet and ready for his cock. I bet he’d like that.”

Fuck, that voice. Fey swallowed. Trying to keep her voice casual, she asked, “I thought that was just a one-time thing?”

He was teasing her. Playing with her, just like he always did. It didn’t mean anything—just harmless flirting.

Wasn’t it?

Jasper’s voice was husky when he answered her. “Maybe I underestimated how much I liked it…” Those hands moved closer, almost touching her now, almost brushing against the fabric of her dress. “Maybe I can’t stop thinking about how you tasted. And what I’d give to taste you again.”

Fey’s tongue darted out to wet her lips.

“And Alastair?” she asked, breathlessly.

Jasper’s lips hovered just above her own, close enough to brush against hers as he spoke in a soft whisper. “Maybe I wouldn’t mind tasting him, too.”

His green eyes were dark as he held her gaze, letting that truth hang between the two of them.

Neither of them heard Alastair enter the stockroom. They didn’t even notice he was there. Not until a strong arm wrapped around Jasper’s neck and yanked him away from Fey.

“Well, well, well,” Alastair said, his voice thick with barely constrained fury. “Doesn’t this look fucking cozy, hm?”

Chapter 23

ALASTAIR

Alastair was already in a shitty mood.

It started with the hunger. He needed to feed. Desperately. Raw hunger gnawed at his concentration, blanketing all his thoughts. It was keeping him awake during the day and making it difficult to get through his nights.

It was his own fault. He’d been putting it off longer and longer each time, finally pushing himself to this point. But since Fey, feeding had become… complicated. He’d been back to the family manse a few times since she’d moved in, trying to make it work, but…

He hated it. Hated every moment his mouth was on another woman. Hated it even when he insisted on feeding from their wrists, rather than their necks, wanting to keep as much distance from them as physically possible.

The thought of taking blood tonight while Fey dined with his family was enough to turn his stomach, but he had to do it. Had to fight through the nausea at being that close to another person and calm this insistent ache inside him.

And that was the other thing, adding to his shitty attitude today. Very few things spoiled Alastair’s mood as much as visiting his family.

Scratch that. As much as visiting hisfather.

The truth was, he was excited to see Callum. His younger brother hadn’t met Fey yet, and he’d been looking forward to tonight, looking forward to finally seeing the two of them together. Callum was going to love her.

But his father…

Alastair swore in frustration, his fingers fucking up the knot on his tie once again. He tugged it loose, unraveling the knot to start again. He’d tied this same fucking knot every night, for the Goddess only knew how many fucking years. Why was he having so much trouble with it tonight? Why were his hands suddenly fucking it all up?

A heavy knock on the open door was all the warning he got before Ferus entered his office. The giant Wolf came right up to Alastair, taking the loose ends of the tie and making quick work of the knot.

Just as Alastair opened his mouth to thank him, though, the fucker had the audacity to ask, “Nervous, boss?” in an annoyingly amused tone.

“Fuck you,” Alastair snapped. He straightened the knot in his tie, tightening it so it sat perfectly between his collarbones. When had Ferus learned that? “Why the fuck would I be nervous?”

“First time bringing a girl home to the family,” Ferus said in a matter-of-fact tone, ignoring Alastair’s glare entirely. Alastair scowled harder. “That could make any man nervous.”

“Speaking of,” Alastair said. “Have you seen her?”

She was here, in the building. He could feel that pull of her power. Could feel that she was close. A different sort of hunger rose inside him.

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