Chapter 26

Chapter 26

JASPER

F rankly, they were lucky no one was killed.

Standing in the wreckage of the dance floor, Jasper couldn’t decide if it were a miracle from the Goddess, or just Fey’s good aim.

Ferus and Mara were already opening the place back up, not that many patrons remained. Jasper couldn’t blame the ones that fled. Few casual club goers are likely to stay at a place where they’d been pushed outside, mid drink, by a pack of Wolves. Even if they had been doing it to save their lives, it was the type of experience that left a bad taste in a customer’s mouth.

By the time Alastair had calmed Fey down, only the regulars had remained waiting outside the club. And a few others Jasper was sure would be new regulars. If the prospect of being ripped to shreds by a powerful Witch, and herded by a giant Wolf Shifter, wasn’t enough to scare you, then it was probably a selling point. Jasper was pretty sure those who had stayed would come back, night after night, chasing that high.

Heading back to the stockroom, Jasper started sorting the boxes he’d picked out, carrying them behind the bar and getting ready to resume his stocking duties. He had to add a few more to the list, cringing as he took inventory of the bottles Fey had shattered. She couldn’t have aimed a little lower, for the ones on the bottom shelf?

He pulled a few more boxes out, adding them to the stack and noting them on the inventory list. Ferus came up with the idea of constantly updating their inventory lists, and Jasper was pleased at how easily they could keep their stock organized now. The Wolf was a business genius. Who would have thought?

He was almost done when he spotted something in the corner. Something… lacy?

Blood rushed out of Jasper’s head so fast he felt dizzy as he plucked the small piece of fabric from the ground and realized what it was. Fey’s thong, barely more than a slip of lace.

Jasper bit back a groan as he held them. They were soaked, and the scent all over them was intoxicating.

He straightened and walked to the storeroom door. It barely made any noise as he shut it. Leaning back against the closed door, Jasper replayed the scene in his head.

Fey, back arched in ecstasy, as Alastair’s fingers brought her closer and closer to that edge. And Alastair… holding her legs wide open for him to see. Alastair, locking eyes with him, his fingers buried in Fey, his gaze burning hot.

And then he was thinking about Alastair, holding him in place, Fey's arousal on his skin, pressing his body against Jasper’s. Feeling just how hard watching them had gotten him.

Fuck it.

Someone else could tend the bar for a while. Someone else could make the drinks.

Jasper’s breath was quick and erratic as he undid his pants, slipping his hand down to stroke himself.