Page 36 of The Blood Witch

“You do.” Jasper snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her up onto her knees until her back pressed to his chest. “Just look how beautiful she is, boss.”

Alastair swore, nearly bowing off the bed as Jasper held her tight against his chest, her body on full display for him to see.

“Such a good girl,” Alastair murmured, his hips moving faster. “Taking two cocks like this.” He punctuated his words with deep thrusts, his eyes glazing over. “My perfect fucking Witchling.”

Fey couldn’t think. Her entire body was alight with sensation. The initial pain at having Jasper inside her was gone, and now all she felt as he thrust deep into her ass was a wave of pleasure, pushing her closer to the edge.

She looked down at Alastair, meeting his eyes as Jasper’s hand circled her breast and squeezed.

“Alastair,” she whimpered, unable to tear her gaze from his face, unable to look away from the pleasure in his eyes.

At the sound of his name, Alastair came, his back arching off the bed and his hands digging painfully into her hips. He roared, driving himself into her hard as he filled her.

Behind her, Jasper murmured her name, his own pace faltering.With Alastair still pulsing inside her, Fey reached back, running her fingers over Jasper’s cheek.

“Come with me,” she said, and he nodded, his cock twitching as he thrust deeper inside of her. “Please, Jasper.”

Eyes locked on hers, his hand trailed down her body to touch her. It took barely a brush of his fingers over her sensitive clit to send her over that edge.

The force of her orgasm was enough to make Fey scream louder than she ever had before. Arching back against Jasper’s body, she lost herself in the sensation, shuddering as his fingers expertly touched her, driving her higher and higher. With a final groan, he bit down on the nape of her neck, and she felt him pulse inside of her as he joined her.

Chapter 14

JASPER

He must be dead. That was the only explanation.

Because this? This was heaven.

Jasper licked his lips, chasing the taste of her as he watched Fey stretch out on the mattress with a long, satisfied sigh.

She was beyond beautiful, Jasper thought, eyes roaming down the curve of her back and spine, the perfect arch of her ass. She was exquisite. A work of art. He rolled onto his side to be closer to her, fingers caressing her back and trailing patterns over her skin.

Mine.

“Fuck,” Alastair panted, still struggling to catch his breath. “You did so well, Witchling.”

Fey made a small noise of contentment, rolling on to her side between the two of them. Her pale skin sparkled with sweat.

They’re both so beautiful, Jasper thought, eyeing Alastair. His dark hair was artfully tussled, and a sheen of sweat coated his chest.

This wasdefinitelyheaven. Smiling, Jasper moved even closer, nuzzling his face into the spot at the nape of Fey’s neck where her scent was the strongest. He licked the skin there, savoring the taste of her. Licked up her shoulder blade, licked the fingers and the hand restingthere.

Mine.

“Watch it, puppy,” Alastair warned, pulling his hand away. But when Jasper glanced over, he was grinning.

Alastair stretched with a long exhale, then turned his attention to Fey.

“Are you alright, Witchling?” he asked in a gentle voice.

Fey let out a small laugh.

“I think I’m better than alright,” she answered. “That was… incredible.”

Alastair smiled, and he reached out to run his fingers over her arms again. Jasper nuzzled harder against her, and Fey melted against him, closing her eyes and luxuriating in their attention.

“Alastair?” Fey said, voice thick with sleep.

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