Page 57 of The Blood Witch

Faster. “Again,” he demanded.

“Ala—” Fey’s body arched, and she cried out as she came, shuddering against him and tightening around his fingers. He caught her mouth with his, swallowing her scream. Over the sounds of her climax, Alastair heard Jasper groan softly, and he waited until he had milked every second of pleasure from Fey before he broke the kiss and gentlyremoved his fingers. Then he straightened and stalked toward the Shifter.

Jasper’s chest was rising and falling quickly, his eyes unfocused. He licked his lips as Alastair got closer, tongue running across his bottom lip in anticipation.

Reaching out, Alastair grabbed Jasper’s face in one hand, Fey’s arousal still glistening wet on his fingers. Jasper sucked in a greedy breath.

“Remember this the next time you try to touch her,” Alastair said. He pushed the Shifter back toward the wall next to the door. “Remember how prettily she comes for me. Remember how easily I can make her fall apart.”

“Yes boss,” Jasper answered. His nostrils flared, taking in her scent on Alastair’s hand. The tip of his tongue snuck out to glide along his bottom lip again.

“Do you really think you could do that to her?” Alastair asked in a mocking tone.

He wanted to shame the Wolf—wanted to force him to back down. To acknowledge Alastair’s claim on her.

To admit that she washis.

But Jasper only grinned, ignoring the pain of Alastair’s fingers digging into his face. “I’m willing to try,” he answered with a smirk.

Alastair bared his fangs, pressing his body harder against Jasper’s.

He wanted him to back down. Tomakehim back down.

He wanted…

The door swung open and then slammed, jolting them both out of the moment.

Dropping Jasper, Alastair whirled around.

The stockroom was empty.

Fey was gone.

Chapter 24

FEY

Let me out.

Rage burned through her, hot and unstoppable.

Fey made no effort to hold it back. She let that rage fill every part of her, let it burn through her from the tips of her toes to the top of her head.

Power, raw and untamed, flowed from her, filling the building. Air swirled and circled her like a vortex. It pulled dust from the ground and the atmosphere around her, a maelstrom with her at the center. Lightning arched at her fingertips, that glorious new energy that sparked and burned, crackling with fury.

There were startled sounds from the other patrons in the club, voices full of fear and panic, but she ignored them all.

She was death incarnate.

She was unstoppable.

“Fey?”

Distantly she could hear Alastair calling her name, but she didn’t stop, didn’t turn. The wooden slats of the club’s dance floor singed under her feet as she made her way toward the exit. Ice crystalized on the liquor bottles behind the bar, and several of them shattered as she passed by, leaving icicles sharp as glass in her wake. She was fire and ice. Shewas wind and earth. Every element roared to life inside of her, awaiting her command. Ready to destroy.

“Fey, wait, stop!”

This time, she listened.

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