Page 29 of The Curse

He felt Riker move to stand behind him, thrusting his cock against Alastair’s ass and then laughing when Alastair hissed in frustration. Hissing was all he could do, though. Alastair felt fury and shame burning inside of him. He knew his powers weren’t strong as Riker’s. Never had been and never would be. He thought he’d accepted that he would never be like many of the other witches in his coven…or from the training school. Being humiliated by Riker,again, made all his insecurities blast to the forefront of his mind.

“Morgan wants to see you, love,” the warlock whispered against his ear. “She needs you to do a job for her.”

“She’s a fool! You both know I’ll never help Morgan do anything!” He yelled. “Anyway, Morgan is so dead, Riker. Corbin won’t allow her to live. Not after what she did to Nicodemus and to him. You’ve chosen the wrong side, Asshole.” Sure, calling him names was childish and accomplished nothing, but it was all Alastair had at the moment.

“Sorry, doll-baby,” he cooed and then swiped Alastair’s earlobe with the tip of his tongue. “I wasn’t really asking if you’d help Morgan. I was telling you that youweregoing to help Morgan. You’ve always made dumb-ass decisions, Alastair. Always.” His hand reached down to cup Alastair’s limp dick through the denim of his jeans. He squeezed hard enough to make Alastair whimper in pain. “First you used this gorgeous body of yours to lure my brother into your bed. I was so disappointed in his infatuation with such a pathetically weak witch.” He chuckled softly at Alastair’s frown. “Yeah, I was so disappointed that I had to find a way to humiliate you to the point that you’d never want my twin again.” He started kissing the side of Alastair’s neck, nibbling and sucking. “You had no idea that was me who cast that lovely spell on you that day, did you, Alastair? Me, Roman.” He laughed out loud. “That, my dear boy, was one of the first spells I learned to cast. I always knew I’d need to be able to make other people think I was the high-and-mighty Riker. The thing is, sweetheart, you’re the only one that falls for it every time. You know what I think? I think you like to believe the worst about my brother, don’t you? You loved thinking Riker was an asshole and you were his victim.”

Roman? He was talking to Roman? It had been Roman all along?

No, that couldn’t be the case. This had to be Riker, playing a trick on him. He wouldn’t have been foolish enough to not to be able to tell the difference between the twins. Oh fuck, who had he made love to? Had it been Roman that he’d given his heart and body to that night?

“Nah, baby-cakes, that was my brother that you let fuck you,” Roman answered. “But, you know what? Morgan has promised that she’ll give you to me once you’ve fulfilled your part in her plan. Won’t we have loads of fun? Trust me, if you enjoyed my brother’s cock in your ass, you’ll really moan for mine,” he boasted.

Alastair felt his magic start to boil over. He hadn’t felt so strong in years. “Fuck you, Roman,” he hissed as he found the power to move again. “I’ll never help Morgan or you!”

“Well, look at that,” Roman whispered. “My brother gets close, and your magic suddenly runs amuck. What about that?” he said with a laugh. “Oh well, we’ll have time to analyze what that means later. For now, we’d best hightail it out of here before Riker makes it up to the penthouse.” Roman leaned and stole a kiss from Alastair’s mouth. “I think he still has a bit of a crush on you, Alastair. Even after all these years. I think it’s best that we get out of here before he shows up.” His eyes glowed red. “Take a nap, Alastair, and when you wake up, it’ll almost be over.”

Alastair felt the warlock’s magic wash over him like hot lava and then felt nothing. No, he felt Riker right before he slipped away. His ex-lover was close. Riker’s presence stoked his magic, but not enough to fight off whatever Roman had just zapped him with.

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