Chapter 13

Chapter 13

FEY

C ould someone die of pleasure?

The world was spinning around her, and it was impossible, absolutely impossible, to keep herself from being pulled into that whirlpool as both Jasper and Alastair touched her.

Her body pressed hard against Alastair’s chest as he kissed her, their height difference forcing her to stand on her tiptoes to reach him. Behind her, Jasper pressed into her back, caging her between the two of them.

Someone’s hand was on her stomach, moving under her shirt and brushing against her bare skin. She gasped, releasing Alastair’s mouth.

Jasper was there in an instant, his fingers tracing her jawline and angling her face toward him as he bent down to claim her mouth for his own.

A low snarl came from Alastair’s chest, but Fey was too lost in the kiss to care. Alastair’s hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, and it was the perfect contrast to the gentle way Jasper kissed her. The hand on her stomach moved higher, brushing against her breasts.

Alastair’s snarl grew louder, and Jasper broke their kiss with a laugh.

“A bit possessive, isn’t he?” he chided, giving Fey a lopsided smile.

“Fuck you,” muttered Alastair. His hands gripped Fey’s hair, tugging her head back toward him and leaning down to kiss her again. “Wait your turn.”

Fey melted against Alastair’s chest and relaxed into the kiss. Jasper’s fingers rolled up her body, tugging her top over her shoulder, and he leaned down to lick the skin there. She moaned hungrily, writhing between them, caged by hard muscle.

“Bedroom,” she murmured against Alastair’s lips. Pressed between the two of them, she felt Alastair’s cock twitch in response. “Now.”

They stumbled to the room together, Jasper managing to peel off Fey’s shirt somewhere along the way. Alastair kept her attention on himself, kissing her lips and face, whispering all the things he wanted to do to her. Wonderfully dirty things. When they finally reached the bed, he lifted her, sitting down on the edge and settling her on his lap so she straddled him.

Behind them, Jasper pulled his own shirt over his head. He tossed it aside but looked to Alastair for confirmation before approaching the bed.

Hands grasped in Fey’s hair, his lips pressed to hers, Alastair asked her, “Do you want us both, Witchling?”

Fey moaned, writhing in his lap, and Alastair flashed Jasper a quick smile.

That was all the invitation the Wolf needed. Dropping to his knees at the edge of the bed, he ran his hands gently up Fey’s stomach and chest from behind, his fingers teasing her flesh.

Fey gasped as his fingers found her nipples through her bra. Jasper immediately repeated the motion, groaning at her reaction.

“Kiss him,” Alastair ordered, leaning back to give them room. Jasper slipped his face next to hers, angling her face toward his to kiss her.

Alastair made no move to stop them this time, just watched as he unbuttoned his own shirt. The way Jasper kissed her was almost chaste, the touch of his tongue gentle and reverent. Fey let out a small whimper of pleasure, grinding herself down onto Alastair’s lap.

Alastair’s hands came up to grip her hips in response, pulling her down harder, pushing her down against his hard length in encouragement.

One of them managed to unhook her bra, and the straps fell loose, the lace fabric falling from her breasts. Alastair tossed it aside, kissing her exposed neck. Jasper broke their kiss to look down at her, sucking air through his teeth at the sight.

His eyes moved down her body. "You’re so beautiful," he said.

Alastair licked at Fey’s ear. “Look at him, Witchling. See how much he wants you?”

She did, glancing over her shoulder at where Jasper knelt behind her. His eyes were glazed, pupils blown wide. His cock strained against the fabric of his pants, and as she watched, he gripped himself through his clothes, showing her just how excited he was.

She barely had time to enjoy the sight of him before Alastair lifted her off his lap, flipping her on to her back.

Fey sucked in a breath, but before she could move, Alastair was there next to her, hands threading through her hair and pivoting her face toward his.

Jasper reached for her pants, and Fey arched her back off the bed to help him remove them, staring down at where he knelt between her legs.

Hand flexing in her hair, Alastair yanked her gaze back to his.

“Eyes on me, Witchling,” he ordered. “I want to see every reaction, every bit of pleasure he gives you. I want to look in your eyes when you come on his pretty face.”

Fey swallowed, nodding.

Jasper slid her pants off with skilled, practiced hands and spread her legs wide. She gasped as his fingers trailed over her panties.

“How do you like it?” he asked, fingertips brushing against her through the fabric. Fey opened her mouth to speak, but... she didn’t know.

“Soft and slow to start,” Alastair answered for her, his eyes never leaving hers. “And then as rough as you can. She’ll let you know when.”

Jasper nodded, licking up her thigh and planting a soft kiss on her through the fabric of her panties, before slipping his hands under her and gently pulling them down her legs.

“Fuck, Alastair,” Jasper said in a rough voice, staring at her. “She’s so perfect.”

His breath tickled over her as he spoke, and Fey trembled. Alastair smiled .

“She is, isn’t she?” he said.

When Jasper’s tongue slid over her, Fey cried out, bucking her hips to chase the sensation. But he followed Alastair’s instructions, moving slowly, softly across her flesh, in a gentle caress.

Alastair glanced down the bed at him, and his gaze hardened.

“Fuck,” he whispered, licking his lips as he watched.

Hand still tangled in her hair, Alastair angled Fey’s head down, lifting her up so she was staring down her own body at Jasper, kneeling between her legs, his hands lifting her thighs.

Jasper looked up at her, eyes burning into hers as he licked, groaning softly in the back of his throat as his lips closed around her clit to suck.

It was too much. Fey collapsed back against the bed, back bowing. Her hands left Alastair’s body to grip the sheets, and after a moment she felt him shift away from her, sliding off the bed to remove his own clothing.

Jasper groaned as he feasted on her, his pace picking up. He was listening to all her body’s subtle reactions and adjusting his tempo and speed to give her exactly what she needed.

When Alastair returned to the bed, his bare cock pressed into Fey’s side as he kissed down her neck and chest. His mouth found her nipple, and he sucked it, teeth nipping at her.

It was too much, too much sensation all at once. When Jasper suddenly slipped a finger into her, his teeth scraping playfully against her as she moved on his hand, Fey knew she couldn’t last much longer.

“Alastair,” Fey gasped, writhing on the bed.

He looked up at her, her nipple falling from his mouth.

“Are you close, Witchling?” he asked. His hand curled around his cock, stroking himself as he watched her.

“I—” Fey cried out, hips rolling as Jasper slipped another finger into her.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop, Jasper,” Alastair snapped, never taking his eyes off her face. Jasper groaned in answer, his fingers curling to hit that perfect spot inside of her.

Fey couldn’t think. Her body was on fire, her legs shaking. Alastair stared deep into her eyes, his gaze hungry.

“That’s right, Witchling, come for us,” he ordered, fingers reaching out to twist her nipple. “I want to watch you come undone on his tongue.”

With a scream, Fey gave him exactly what he asked for. She threw back her head, her hips bowing from the bed with the strength of her release. Jasper managed to keep her in place, holding her bucking hips down with one hand while he continued to fuck and suck at her, until she collapsed back on the bed, spent.

Alastair didn’t give her a second to rest. He grabbed her immediately, pulling her out of Jasper’s grasp and rolling her onto him until she was straddling him on the bed.

Setting her dripping pussy down on his cock, Alastair rolled his hips beneath her, dragging his hard length over her too sensitive skin.

“Fuck, you look so good when you come, Witchling,” he told her, moving against her.

She heard a sound of agreement from behind her as Jasper hastily removed his clothing. He came up on the bed, chest against her back, his fingers dancing over her bare skin.

“He’s right, you know,” Jasper murmured against the skin of her neck. “You look so beautiful. So perfect.” His fingers trailed down her sides and to her hips. Gently, he pushed her down onto Alastair, sliding her body up his length while she moaned.

Throwing his head back against the pillows, Alastair swore. He twitched underneath her, harder than she’d ever felt him.

Wordlessly, Jasper lifted Fey’s hips, giving Alastair the room to maneuver his cock to her entrance, and groaned in time with Alastair as he pressed into her.

Fey released a shuddered gasped as Alastair entered her, arching her back against Jasper’s hard body. His cock twitched against the curve of her ass as he helped slide her down until Alastair was fully inside her.

Alastair’s hands slid up to her thighs, stroking the soft skin there as he held her against his hips, keeping her still.

“Do you think you can take both of us, Witchling?” Alastair asked, eyes bright. He rolled his hips underneath her, moving his cock deep inside of her until she cried out.

“I—I don’t know how to—” She was lost in the sensation, unable to even understand the question. As if in answer, Jasper’s fingers snaked down her spine, gently caressing her lower back before dipping lower to circle her asshole.

Startled, she sucked in a breath, pussy clenching tight around Alastair’s cock.

“You don’t have to say yes,” Jasper told her. His fingers teased her, testing her. “Tonight is all about you, gorgeous. About what you need from us.”

“I…” Fey’s nerves were on fire, and below her, Alastair was moving his hips just enough to drive her to distraction as Jasper played with her ass.

“Yes,” Fey gasped, shuddering with need as Jasper nuzzled into her neck. “Do it. I want it. Both of you.”

“Lube,” Alastair said. He was having trouble staying still, hips twitching with the effort of holding Fey there without fucking her fully. “In the top drawer, next to the bed.”

Jasper gave Fey a soft kiss on her cheek before leaning around her and reaching into the drawer.

“Come here, Witchling,” Alastair demanded, bending her down so she lay flat against his chest. He pulled her into a kiss, sliding his cock out a few inches before roughly thrusting it back in, earning a stifled moan from her.

“I love hearing you make that noise,” Alastair told her, releasing her mouth and rolling his hips again.

Fey lost herself in the feel of him, almost forgetting what was to come until she felt Jasper’s fingers teasing her again. This time, they were slick and wet.

“Stay like this,” Alastair urged, pressing her close to his chest. “Just like this, Witchling.”

She whimpered as Jasper slipped a finger into her, and then another, coating her inside. Just as she was getting used to the sensation, relaxing around him, his fingers withdrew.

Her mouth went dry, and a tendril of fear began to creep in.

As if he knew, Jasper’s hands were suddenly there again, running gently over her back and shoulders as he positioned himself behind her, leaning over her to whisper in her other ear.

“I’ll go slow, okay?” His voice was soft. “You can stop me if it’s too much.”

Fey nodded, heart hammering in her chest, as she felt his tip press against her.

“Relax, Witchling,” Alastair murmured in her other ear, his voice slightly breathless. “Take a deep breath. You’ll have to relax to let him in.”

How could she relax? How was it even possible to relax, like this? But she managed to take a breath, letting it out slowly.

“Good girl. Another,” Alastair ordered, and as she did, she felt Jasper press harder against her entrance, and slowly, oh so slowly, he began to push himself inside.

Every time Fey tensed, Jasper’s soothing touches and gentle words managed to get her to relax again, and on her next deep breath, he pushed in even further.

Inch by inch, Fey fought against her raising panic, feeling like she might break. It was too much. They were too much.

Deep breaths, she told herself, forcing herself to relax until finally, mercifully, Jasper was inside of her.

Jasper let out a shuddering breath as his hips finally hit against her body, his limbs twitching with the effort of moving so slowly.

“How do you feel?” he asked her, his voice deep and guttural.

She tried to answer but could only moan, partially out of pain and partially out of… want . She felt like she was on the brink of something she’d never experienced before and, Goddess save her, she wanted more . More of whatever this could be. More of whatever they could offer her.

“For fuck’s sake,” Alastair snapped, cock twitching inside her. “Jasper, hurry up. If I can’t fuck her soon, I’m going to go mad.”

Jasper chuckled, his breath lightly tickling Fey’s ear.

“Is he always this impatient?” he teased. When she let out a strained laugh in response, he asked, “Are you ready, gorgeous?”

At her nod, he began to move, pulling out just a fraction before sliding back in. It was too much, even those small movements. Fey turned her head and bit down on Alastair’s shoulder to keep from screaming.

Unable to stop himself from moving inside of her any longer, Alastair swore, his hips bucking .

“Fuck, Jasper,” he gasped. “I can feel you moving inside her, and it’s—” He clenched his teeth tight, his breathing ragged. “ Fuck, yes .”

Jasper kept a slow tempo, easing her into it, and before long, she couldn’t bite down on Alastair any longer. Tilting her head back, Fey let out a sharp cry of pleasure.

It felt incredible. It was so much sensation, almost too much, but Goddess it felt good to have them both inside of her like this. It felt right.

“That’s it, Witchling,” Alastair encouraged her, moving his hips in a perfect opposing rhythm to Jasper’s, pulling his cock out just as Jasper entered her. “You’re doing such a good job, taking both of us.”

Fey cried out again, putting her hands on Alastair’s chest to rise even further.

“You look so fucking good right now,” Alastair panted, his hands on her hips, driving himself into her again and again, his tempo increasing.

“You do.” Jasper snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her up onto her knees until her back pressed to his chest. “Just look how beautiful she is, boss.”

Alastair swore, nearly bowing off the bed as Jasper held her tight against his chest, her body on full display for him to see.

“Such a good girl,” Alastair murmured, his hips moving faster. “Taking two cocks like this.” He punctuated his words with deep thrusts, his eyes glazing over. “My perfect fucking Witchling.”

Fey couldn’t think. Her entire body was alight with sensation. The initial pain at having Jasper inside her was gone, and now all she felt as he thrust deep into her ass was a wave of pleasure, pushing her closer to the edge.

She looked down at Alastair, meeting his eyes as Jasper’s hand circled her breast and squeezed.

“Alastair,” she whimpered, unable to tear her gaze from his face, unable to look away from the pleasure in his eyes.

At the sound of his name, Alastair came, his back arching off the bed and his hands digging painfully into her hips. He roared, driving himself into her hard as he filled her.

Behind her, Jasper murmured her name, his own pace faltering. With Alastair still pulsing inside her, Fey reached back, running her fingers over Jasper’s cheek.

“Come with me,” she said, and he nodded, his cock twitching as he thrust deeper inside of her. “Please, Jasper.”

Eyes locked on hers, his hand trailed down her body to touch her. It took barely a brush of his fingers over her sensitive clit to send her over that edge.

The force of her orgasm was enough to make Fey scream louder than she ever had before. Arching back against Jasper’s body, she lost herself in the sensation, shuddering as his fingers expertly touched her, driving her higher and higher. With a final groan, he bit down on the nape of her neck, and she felt him pulse inside of her as he joined her.