Page 32 of The Blood Witch

“Consider this a gift,” Alastair told her. He reached out to grip her chin and tilted her head back. Fey’s breath hitched as his thumb softlycaressed her lower lip. “Do you remember me asking if you would enjoy this? Having two men share you?”

“I…” She didn’t remember. Hell, she was having trouble remembering her own name right now. And the fog in her brain only got worse when Jasper started inching closer to her neck again.

“Imagine it, Witchling.” Alastair was saying, his voice husky. “I’m sure you’ve thought about it. You can have both of us tonight. In whatever way you want us.”

Fey hesitated.

“Is this… is this supposed to be some sort of test?” she asked, searching his face for the answer.

“No,” Alastair shook his head. His thumb continued to stroke her, moving across her lips delicately. “No test. No trick.”

“A… a reward, then?” she guessed. “For saying I love you?”

Alastair’s lips tweaked upward in a smile. “A reward? Maybe it is…a reward for you.” His fingers trailed down her skin. “For being such a good girl. And a reward for him.” His eyes darted over to Jasper. “For wanting to protect you. To please you.”

Before she could ask more, he pulled her away from the wall and toward his chest. “The choice is yours, Witchling. Jasper can join the two of us in bed tonight. But if that’s something you don’t want? Then he will leave right now and never say a word about this to anyone.” His gaze flicked from Fey’s to Jasper’s, eyes narrowing. “Right?” he asked in a threatening voice.

“Absolutely,” Jasper agreed, and Fey jumped at how close his voice was. He was right behind her, close enough that his breath fluttered her hair.

“I—” Fey started to speak, but Jasper chose that moment to brush her hair to the side and bend down to press his lips against the back of her neck. She shut her mouth quickly to swallow a moan and swallowed hard before continuing. “What happens if he stays?”

“If he stays, he and I will give you a very, very good night, Witchling,” Alastair told her, his lips poised right above her own. Jasper’s hands were on her waist now, and he nipped her at her neck, his sharp teeth gently scraping against her skin. “And when he leaves tomorrow,he will never say a word about this to anyone. Will you, puppy?” Alastair asked.

“Not one word, boss,” Jasper answered, and Fey’s body arched as he licked her neck and nipped at her again.

“I was just about to start dinner,” Alastair said. His hands moved to her waist, and Jasper’s moved further down, automatically, to grip her hips instead. “After we eat, you can have a shower and relax. Maybe enjoy a glass of wine. And, when you’re ready, we can head to bed together. All three of us.”

“No,” Fey said, breathless. Both males stilled. Behind her, Jasper shifted away from her, his hands leaving her body with a heartbreaking sigh.

“Bed first,” Fey amended. “Then dinner. Please.”

“Fuck yes,” Jasper growled. He made a small, appreciative noise in the back of his throat, instantly reaching for her again.

“As you wish, Witchling,” Alastair said, smiling wickedly down at her. He brought his hands up to cup her face. “Bed it is.”

Chapter 13

FEY

Could someone die of pleasure?

The world was spinning around her, and it was impossible, absolutely impossible, to keep herself from being pulled into that whirlpool as both Jasper and Alastair touched her.

Her body pressed hard against Alastair’s chest as he kissed her, their height difference forcing her to stand on her tiptoes to reach him. Behind her, Jasper pressed into her back, caging her between the two of them.

Someone’s hand was on her stomach, moving under her shirt and brushing against her bare skin. She gasped, releasing Alastair’s mouth.

Jasper was there in an instant, his fingers tracing her jawline and angling her face toward him as he bent down to claim her mouth for his own.

A low snarl came from Alastair’s chest, but Fey was too lost in the kiss to care. Alastair’s hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, and it was the perfect contrast to the gentle way Jasper kissed her. The hand on her stomach moved higher, brushing against her breasts.

Alastair’s snarl grew louder, and Jasper broke their kiss with a laugh.

“A bit possessive, isn’t he?” he chided, giving Fey a lopsided smile.

“Fuck you,” muttered Alastair. His hands gripped Fey’s hair,tugging her head back toward him and leaning down to kiss her again. “Wait your turn.”

Fey melted against Alastair’s chest and relaxed into the kiss. Jasper’s fingers rolled up her body, tugging her top over her shoulder, and he leaned down to lick the skin there. She moaned hungrily, writhing between them, caged by hard muscle.

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