Page 56 of The Blood Witch

“I’m not anyone’s,” Fey snapped, her voice full of fury. The air around the room crackled with energy. She could kill him with one thought, could rip him to shreds without even coming to her feet.

Any control Alastair had disappeared. He dropped his hold on Jasper, shoving him away, and was on Fey in an instant.

She gasped as he took her jaw in his hands, twisting her face up towards his. His eyes flashed as he stared down at her, gaze boring intohers.

“Say it again, Witchling. Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t belong to me. Look me in the eye and lie to me again.”

The power filling the room grew darker, more deadly, but Alastair ignored it. He ignored the voice in his head, telling him to run. She washis. His goddess, his Witch. She was…

She was hiseverything.

Wrapping his hand around the back of her head, he pulled Fey’s lips to his and kissed her.

Fey struggled against him, pushing away, but Alastair held her there, letting her struggle, letting her bite at his lips, letting her fight. He groaned when her teeth drew blood, opening his mouth to her, and slipping his tongue against hers.

Her struggling weakened, and the next time he slid his tongue over hers, she returned the gesture, blood on their lips as she kissed him back.

He knew she would. He knew what she liked and what she wanted. Knew her better than Jasper ever could. The hands that had been pushing against him tightened on his shirt, pulling him closer, arching against him. She wanted this. She wantedhim.

By the time Alastair broke the kiss, she was gasping for air, eyes clouded with lust. Her tongue flicked out, licking a smear of blood from her bottom lip.

“Close the door,” Alastair hissed at Jasper, not looking up.

“Alastair,” Fey whimpered. There was a soft noise as the door to the stockroom shut, and Alastair glanced back to see Jasper was still there, leaning against the closed door. Staring at them.

“Alastair,” Fey moaned again, writhing under his touch.

She looked so beautiful there, his blood on her lips, eyes unfocused. Needy.

For him.

“That’s right, Witchling, say my name,” he urged. Nudging her legs open with his thighs, he pulled her tight against him, so he could whisper in her ear. “Show him who you belong to.”

Fey let out a hiss of pure fury that turned to a gasp when he licked her neck, his hand finding her nipple through the thin material of her dress andsqueezing.

“Did he get you wet, Witchling?” Alastair asked, snaking his hand lower down her body. His fingers found the hem of her dress and tugged it up. Too much clothing, there was far too much clothing between them. He needed to touch her. Sliding his hands under her ass, he lifted her so he could tug her underwear off. He pulled them down her long legs and tossed them aside.

She was wet. Alastair brought his fingers to her slit, parting her easily and running the tips of his index finger over her perfect pussy. So wet already.

Fey groaned, her hips rising to meet his touch.

Alastair glanced over at Jasper, still standing by the door. He expected the Shifter to look angry, maybe even disgusted.

Lust was all he saw in Jasper’s face. The Wolf’s eyes were locked on where Alastair’s fingers slipped over Fey’s body.

“Oh, look at that—he got you all worked up, didn’t he?” Alastair asked. Fey’s eyes opened to look at him, her perfect mouth opening to speak, but he didn’t want to hear it. He didn’t want to hear anything she had to say, not now. With a groan, he pushed his finger inside her, and whatever words she was about to say disappeared with a gasp, her head tilting back.

Holding her legs open wide with one hand, Alastair pleasured her with the other, adding another finger and circling her clit with his thumb.

“Say my name, Witchling,” he demanded.

“I—” Fey gasped. Her hips rose and fell with his fingers, fucking herself on his hand.

Alastair’s fingers sped up. “Say it.”

Fuck, she was already so close, grinding against him. He could feel her pussy tightening around his fingers, her body fighting for release.

“Alastair,” Fey begged, hips rocking against his hand.

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