Page 88 of The Blood Witch

Jasper sucked in a breath. He could make a joke, like he always did. Hecould shrug it off again. He could keep pretending, keep ignoring that pull he felt. Or he could finally face it and stop burying it in a tipsy haze.

“You know why,” he said, finally.

Mine. The word rolled through his mind, through his entire being, again and again as he stared at the Vampire before him.

Alastair stood.

For a second, Jasper thought he might kick him out. Or, at the very least, try to fire him again. Alastair approached him slowly, eyes locked on his. It was pure instinct that had Jasper stepping backward, moving away until his back hit the wall.

“Are you sure about this?” Alastair asked. He commanded such a presence standing in front of him like this, and Jasper now regretted taking off his shirt. Maybe getting it a little bloody would have been preferable to this. To feeling this exposed. Not trusting himself to speak, Jasper nodded.

Why was his heart beating so quickly? Alastair reached out and traced a single finger down the side of Jasper’s neck, and his heart hammered unfathomably loudly in his chest.

“It will hurt,” Alastair told him. Jasper nodded, his mouth dry.

“I can take a little pain,” he said. His voice hitched as he said it.

The corner of Alastair’s lips twitched up into a smile.

“Good to know,” he said, reaching out to hold the back of Jasper’s head. Then, fast as a viper, he struck, fangs sinking into Jasper’s throat.

The force of the bite was a shock. Jasper sucked in air. And itdidhurt, initially. Two sharp points of pain, where Alastair’s fangs sunk into him. But then…

Jasper’s hands clenched at his sides, back pressed hard against the wall, and a shudder went through him as Alastair began to feed.

This wasn’t pain. Jasper swore and squeezed his eyes shut on the next swallow, the sensation going straight through his body and down his cock.

This wasn’t pain at all.

Every instinct in him screamed to touch the Vampire feeding from him. He wanted to reach out and run his hands over Alastair’s chest anddown his back. He wanted to grip his shoulders and pull him even closer.

He wanted…

Alastair’s hand on the back of his head tightened, pulling Jasper closer to him, pressing him back against the wall with a force that was almost painful.

Jasper swore as their hips touched.

There was no hiding how hard he was as Alastair pressed against him. No hiding his body’s reaction to this. To him.

But Alastair didn’t stop. He didn’t even seem to notice. Mouth pressed tight to Jasper’s neck, he growled deep in his throat, moving against him, rolling their hips together.

Too much. Too much sensation, too much pleasure, and Alastair just kept feeding, mouth pulling long, slow gulps of blood from Jasper’s body.

It was all too much, and he was going…

“Stop,” Jasper gasped.

The response was immediate. That wonderful sensation suddenly gone as Alastair pulled his head back, releasing his neck.

“Are you alright?” Alastair asked in a husky voice, looking concerned. There was blood on his lips.

Jasper almost laughed.

“I’m fine,” he said, swallowing hard. Alastair’s hand still cradled the back of his head, his touch almost gentle now. “I just… I need a second.”

Alastair frowned, confused. “Did I hurt you?” he asked.

Jasper closed his eyes, shaking his head. He couldn’t look Alastair in the eye and say it aloud.

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