Chapter 12

Chapter 12

FEY

I love you, Witchling.

Fey replayed Alastair’s words over and over in her mind as she made her way home. Even on the thousandth repeat, they made her feel oddly warm inside. Made her walk a little more quickly, eager to see him. She’d stayed long enough at her sisters’ place that the sun had already set by the time she made her way down the familiar streets to their home. He’d be there by the time she arrived, awake and waiting for her.

They had the entire night head of them to spend with each other.

She couldn’t wait to get started.

Alastair must be feeling just as eager as she was because Fey had barely opened the door and stepped over the threshold when a pair of hands grabbed her, pulling her inside and pinning her against the wall.

A hard male body pressed against hers, and Fey laughed, tilting her face up to gaze up at him.

“Alastair, can’t you?—”

The rest of the words died before they made it past her lips. She stilled, her smile slipping as she stared up at the male who had her pinned, his forearms braced on the wall on either side of her head, caging her in .

Soft brown hair, not midnight black.

Tan, sun-touched skin. A jaw lightly peppered with stubble.

Green eyes flecked with gray, not warm amber gold.

This wasn’t Alastair, it was Jasper. Jasper staring down at her, his face close enough that their noses were touching. Jasper with a crooked smirk on his face.

“Jasper?” Fey tried to ask. But the moment she opened her mouth, lips forming the question, Jasper closed the gap between them and kissed her.

It wasn’t anything like kissing Alastair. Alastair kissed her as though it was a matter of life and death, kissed her like he wanted to possess her. It was hot and rough and rushed and took her breath away every time.

This was completely different. Jasper kissed her softly, patiently. When he opened his mouth and ran his tongue over her lips, she couldn’t stop herself from opening for him, couldn’t stop herself from arching up into him when he groaned in encouragement, leaning further into her, pressing his body into hers.

No .

Fey brought her hands up to Jasper’s chest to push him away. But instead of stopping him, she gripped his shirt tighter, her treacherous hands pulling him even closer. Wanting to feel his body against hers.

Her head emptied as Jasper gently cupped her face, his tongue softly caressing hers. Her mind went blank, and there was no world outside of this, of his mouth, his body…

“You could at least let her get through the door,” a familiar voice said, breaking the spell cast over the two of them.

Alastair.

Fey jerked her head back a little too quickly. The back of her head hit the wall behind her, and she gasped. Stars danced in her front of her eyes, either from the kiss or the knock to her head, or some terrible combination of the two.

“Are you alright?” Jasper chuckled. “That sounded like it hurt.”

Fey swore in answer, twisting to peer over his arms to where Alastair stood, leaning against the kitchen doorway.

“Alastair,” she said. She searched his face for some sign of anger, of the betrayal he must be feeling. Of the murderous rage she knew lurked right below the surface.

She found none.

“Happy Birthday, Witchling,” Alastair said with a smirk. He looked amused, not angry. No more homicidal or murderous than usual.

“It’s not my birthday…” she argued.

“He knows,” Jasper told her, moving closer and peppering her neck with soft kisses. His body pressed her hard against the wall, and her mind sputtered again.

“Well, I didn’t know . I figured it was a long shot.” Alastair shrugged. “But considering we’ve been together two years now, and you still won’t tell me when your birthday actually is, I figured today was as good a day as any to celebrate. Looks like you’re already thoroughly enjoying your present.”

Lips pressed against the bare skin of Fey’s neck, Jasper laughed. “Jealous already, boss?” he asked. The soft brush of his lips against her skin as he spoke sent a shiver down her spine.

Alastair’s only answer was an angry grunt, and Jasper laughed even harder, nuzzling further up Fey’s neck until his mouth was over her ear.

“I don’t think he’s good at sharing,” he told her, and his voice reverberated through her entire body. “But luckily for you both, I’m an expert.”

“Jasper,” she said. “I need you to give me a little space…”

“Why?” he asked, his words soft and warm against her skin. He licked her, a delicate touch with the tip of his tongue, right below her ear, like he was tasting her.

“Because I’ve been practicing boiling things alive,” Fey answered, happy the words held a bite she didn’t quite feel at the moment. “And if you don’t give me some room to breathe, you’re going to be my next test subject.”

Jasper chuckled, but to his credit, he moved back, at least a bit.

“What is this?” Fey asked, eyes narrowing on Alastair as he stalked toward them. He came to a stop next to Jasper, who kept one arm on the wall angled over Fey but shifted a fraction to give him room.

“Consider this a gift,” Alastair told her. He reached out to grip her chin and tilted her head back. Fey’s breath hitched as his thumb softly caressed her lower lip. “Do you remember me asking if you would enjoy this? Having two men share you?”

“I…” She didn’t remember. Hell, she was having trouble remembering her own name right now. And the fog in her brain only got worse when Jasper started inching closer to her neck again.

“Imagine it, Witchling.” Alastair was saying, his voice husky. “I’m sure you’ve thought about it. You can have both of us tonight. In whatever way you want us.”

Fey hesitated.

“Is this… is this supposed to be some sort of test?” she asked, searching his face for the answer.

“No,” Alastair shook his head. His thumb continued to stroke her, moving across her lips delicately. “No test. No trick.”

“A… a reward, then?” she guessed. “For saying I love you?”

Alastair’s lips tweaked upward in a smile. “A reward? Maybe it is…a reward for you.” His fingers trailed down her skin. “For being such a good girl. And a reward for him.” His eyes darted over to Jasper. “For wanting to protect you. To please you.”

Before she could ask more, he pulled her away from the wall and toward his chest. “The choice is yours, Witchling. Jasper can join the two of us in bed tonight. But if that’s something you don’t want? Then he will leave right now and never say a word about this to anyone.” His gaze flicked from Fey’s to Jasper’s, eyes narrowing. “Right?” he asked in a threatening voice.

“Absolutely,” Jasper agreed, and Fey jumped at how close his voice was. He was right behind her, close enough that his breath fluttered her hair.

“I—” Fey started to speak, but Jasper chose that moment to brush her hair to the side and bend down to press his lips against the back of her neck. She shut her mouth quickly to swallow a moan and swallowed hard before continuing. “What happens if he stays?”

“If he stays, he and I will give you a very, very good night, Witchling,” Alastair told her, his lips poised right above her own. Jasper’s hands were on her waist now, and he nipped her at her neck, his sharp teeth gently scraping against her skin. “And when he leaves tomorrow, he will never say a word about this to anyone. Will you, puppy?” Alastair asked.

“Not one word, boss,” Jasper answered, and Fey’s body arched as he licked her neck and nipped at her again.

“I was just about to start dinner,” Alastair said. His hands moved to her waist, and Jasper’s moved further down, automatically, to grip her hips instead. “After we eat, you can have a shower and relax. Maybe enjoy a glass of wine. And, when you’re ready, we can head to bed together. All three of us.”

“No,” Fey said, breathless. Both males stilled. Behind her, Jasper shifted away from her, his hands leaving her body with a heartbreaking sigh.

“Bed first,” Fey amended. “Then dinner. Please.”

“Fuck yes,” Jasper growled. He made a small, appreciative noise in the back of his throat, instantly reaching for her again.

“As you wish, Witchling,” Alastair said, smiling wickedly down at her. He brought his hands up to cup her face. “Bed it is.”