Chapter 52

Chapter 52

ALASTAIR

A lastair sighed in irritation as he turned the page, eyes roving over the text of his book. It was early, hours and hours from the sun rising, and Fey was fast asleep on the other side of the massive bed they shared. The gentle rhythm of her breathing was the sweetest song he’d ever heard.

But Jasper?

“What do you want, puppy?” Alastair asked, annoyed, glancing from his book to the Wolf on the bed next to him.

Head still on the pillow, his body nestled beneath the sheets, Jasper grinned.

“How did you know I was awake?” he asked.

“The same way I know you’ve been watching me for an hour. I can hear your breathing,” Alastair said. “Go to sleep.”

Jasper propped himself up on his elbow, frowning.

“Why? You’re not sleeping.”

“I’m nocturnal. I don’t sleep at night, and this? This is my afternoon.”

“And you’re spending it in bed? Reading a book?” Jasper asked incredulously .

It was hard to fight back his smile. “I always read in bed when Fey is sleeping. I find it calming. Go to sleep.”

“I can’t,” Jasper complained.

Alastair ground his teeth together. “You could. If you actually fucking tried.”

“Nah. I’m too restless. Why don’t we wake her up?” Jasper’s grin turned mischievous. “I bet you she wouldn’t mind going again.”

“Don’t even fucking think about it,” Alastair snapped, slamming his book shut. “She needs her rest. And if you wake her up, I will throw you out of here so fast it will make your head spin.”

Jasper's grin only grew. “Well… we could have some fun, just the two of us,” he offered, eyes sparkling.

Teeth grinding together hard enough he might break a fang, Alastair shot Jasper a lethal glare before setting his book on the nightstand.

Great. He wasn’t going to get any fucking reading done tonight, was he?

Jasper seemed to take the action as blatant approval, and his grin grew even more wicked as he shifted closer to the Vampire.

“Tell me, puppy,” Alastair said, speaking quietly. He wouldn’t risk waking Fey, not for this. Not for anything. She was pushing herself too hard with her classes and her training, and she deserved a proper night’s sleep. He was serious about her needing her rest. “Is this a game to you?”

Jasper’s smile faltered, slipping ever so slightly.

Alastair took the time to really look at the Wolf shifter laying next to him. Goddess knew he was attractive. That tan, flawless skin, the hard muscles. He was naked under the sheets. They all were. And Alastair’s cock twitched at the thought of what lay under those covers.

Jasper’s eyes grew hooded as Alastair reached out with one hand, sliding his fingers over the Wolf’s chiseled jawbone, over the coarse stubble that grew there.

“Fey is everything to me,” he said, thumb tracing over Jasper’s bottom lip. He felt a jolt of satisfaction at the way his breath hitched and eyelids flickered. His hand traveled lower.

“Do you understand what you’re getting into here, puppy? Truly understand it? ”

Jasper’s breath quickened as Alastair’s hand traveled lower, down the plane of his chest and down the hardened muscles of his abs.

“She’s not one of your Wolves. She’s not one of your conquests.” His hand dipped below the sheets, sliding over the soft curls of Jasper’s pubic hair. “She is everything. If you hurt her…”

He gripped the base of Jasper’s quickly hardening cock tightly and was rewarded by a deep, guttural noise from the Wolf’s chest. Jasper’s head rolled back, his hips jerking forward.

“She comes first. Always,” Alastair told him, sliding his hand up and down Jasper’s shaft.

Jasper smirked, opening a single eye, but his breathing was ragged. “Figuratively? Or literally?”

Alastair swore, gripping tighter. Jasper gasped, hips jerking under the touch. “Both,” Alastair told him. “We don't wake her up when she needs to sleep. And you don’t come until she does. Ever. You understand me?”

“Yes, boss,” Jasper murmured, breathing hard.

“Just because you have this nice cock doesn’t mean you know how to use it,” Alastair mocked. “Can you satisfy her? Can you make her come?”

Jasper groaned, cock jerking in Alastair’s grip. He nodded.

Leaning closer to him, Alastair slid his tongue out, licking the shell of Jasper's ear before asking, “And can you make me come?”

Without hesitation, Jasper reached for him, his breath coming in swift pants. Alastair rolled back to give him access, sucking in a breath as Jasper’s hand reached down and gripped him.

Jasper had a reputation around the club—so Alastair wasn’t surprised that he was skilled with his hands. But even still…

He hissed as Jasper’s hand slid up his thigh, rolling over his balls lightly before stroking up his shaft. His fingers barely touched as he gripped Alastair by the base of his cock, sliding his hand up to the head.

“Like this, boss?” he asked breathlessly.

Fuck the Goddess, that felt good . Alastair sucked in a sharp breath between his teeth.

“Harder,” he demanded. Jasper obeyed without hesitation, gripping him harder and continuing to touch him with long, measured strokes .

Alastair’s hand continued to move over Jasper, stroking him gently, teasing him. From the way his cock twitched in Alastair’s hand, and the bead of precum dripping from him, it was clear the Shifter liked it.

“Harder?” Jasper licked his lips as he watched Alastair’s face.

So eager to please. Alastair smirked. One hand still playing with Jasper, he reached down with his free hand and wrapped it around Jasper’s fingers, forcing the Shifter to grip in even more.

“Harder,” he said, and Jasper groaned softly. Jasper’s hips were moving, shifting forward and back ever so slightly as Alastair stroked him. Using Jasper’s hand to grip him, Alastair stroked himself, gripping tight.

“Yes, boss,” Jasper whispered, watching Alastair’s hand over his own as they stroked Alastair together.

Alastair shifted until his body lay against Jasper, their chests touching. He brought his lips to Jasper’s cheek, licking a line to his ear. Jasper shivered under his touch, cock jerking in his soft grip.

“Do you like touching me?” he asked.

The Shifter nodded, licking his lips, hips bucking under Alastair’s grip.

“ Say it ,” he ordered. Jasper groaned in response.

“I love it,” he answered, the words tumbling from his mouth. “I’ve wanted to touch you since…”

Jasper’s mouth clamped shut and blood rushed to his cheeks. Alastair squeezed both hands tighter, chuckling at Jasper's answering moan.

“Since when, puppy?”

“Since I first met you,” he gasped out. There was no subtle movement now. Jasper’s hips rocked back and forth, thrusting in Alastair’s grip. His breathing was growing erratic.

Alastair gripped them both tighter. Shifting his head, he dragged his lips over Jasper’s cheek, then stopped, their mouths almost touching.

“ Come ,” Alastair ordered, his lips brushing Jasper’s as he spoke.

Jasper let out a small whimper and shuddered. His cock jerked in Alastair’s grip, shooting his release over Alastair’s stomach.

With a quiet groan, Alastair followed him, biting his lip to keep from making too much noise and waking Fey. His come shot between them, mixing with Jasper’s and coating them both .

Fuck , Alastair gasped for breath, his cock still twitching under Jasper’s grip.

Goddess, they were a mess. Still catching his breath, Alastair peeled his hand away. He was coated in them both. He rolled toward the edge of the bed, reaching for something to clean himself with. His fingers brushed over fabric—his shirt. Well, expensive silk worked just as well as anything, he supposed. Rolling onto his back, he began to wipe off his hand and chest.

Jasper moved without warning, sliding down between Alastair’s legs before he had a chance to stop him. Eyes glued on Alastair’s, he bent his head down and ran his tongue over Alastair’s still hard cock, lapping up the mess there.

“Again,” Jasper whispered, taking Alastair in his hand.

Alastair groaned as Jasper’s lips closed around him, sucking him deep into his throat. Alastair dropped the shirt, forgetting the mess entirely, hand coming up to grab the headboard behind him. Jasper pulled him from his mouth, tongue rolling around the head of his cock.

“Again,” Jasper pleaded before taking him into his throat once more.

Alastair was all too happy to oblige.