Chapter 6

Chapter 6

ALASTAIR

H e’d felt her the moment he’d woken up. The instant the sun had gone down and his eyes had opened for the night, he knew she was nearby. It was like waking up in a lightning storm. Like waking up to a tornado in your home.

Fey .

His Witchling was here.

Alastair hadn’t bothered with showering. Hell, he hadn’t even bothered to dress properly. Her presence pulled him to her like a vortex, and he was oh so happy to be pulled under.

“I’m so glad to see you,” he told her, voice husky. He touched her cheek softly, brushing his fingers lightly over her pale skin. He couldn’t stop himself from touching her whenever she was around. He was addicted to the feel of her skin.

Goddess, she was beautiful. Fey’s eyes slid closed, and when she leaned into his hand, it took all of his admittedly limited self-control not to prop her up on the bar and take her right then. To show her how he really wanted to touch her…

“Why do I have to wait until I’m eighteen? That’s a stupid fucking rule,” Vivian was saying, crossing her arms and glaring at them .

He’d almost forgotten they were there. Alastair managed to break his attention away from Fey, and look to Jasper instead, raising an eyebrow.

“Language,” Jasper scolded Vivian, and she glared at him instead.

“What?” she asked. “You say it all the time, Uncle Jas. Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck.”

“Okay, that’s it,” Jasper told her, unlatching the section of the bar that opened to let himself out. “Come on. I’m taking you back to Nan’s.”

Vivian scowled at him and snatched her bag from the bar as he took her by the arm to lead her out. But she turned when they were halfway across the dance floor and shouted over her shoulder.

“Good to see you, Alastair! And nice meeting you, Fey!”

Alastair chuckled, watching them leave and giving her the smallest wave goodbye.

“That girl is a menace,” he murmured to Fey as the door shut behind them. “And she’ll only get worse once she’s actually old enough to work here, mark my words.”

“I didn’t know Jasper was an uncle,” Fey said, absently. “I didn’t even know he had a sister. He’s never talked about her.”

Alastair’s smile slipped.

“Her name was Alicia,” he told Fey in a low voice. “She used to work here.”

Fey’s eyes flashed as the memory surfaced. “Wait… Alicia? The bartender who was murdered by her boyfriend?” she asked. “That was Jasper’s sister ?”

Alastair nodded.

Once, years ago, Fey had invoked the memory of that night as evidence that Alastair wasn’t the cold-hearted bastard he claimed to be. As though painfully eviscerating the asshole who’d taken Alicia’s life and leaving pieces of him around the city somehow made him a good guy.

Alastair glanced over at the dark cloud of rage filling Fey’s eyes and almost smiled. Maybe in Fey’s eyes that’s exactly what it made him.

“I’m glad you killed him,” Fey said decisively. “The fucker deserved it. ”

“He did.”

He could still picture Alicia, like it was just yesterday. She’d been so happy, so full of life before that dipshit had come along. He’d deserved what Alastair had done to him, and more.

“That’s how Jasper started working here, you know,” Alastair told her. “I convinced him to step up and take Alicia’s job. Vivian’s dad had never been in the picture, and Jasper was already helping raise her. They needed the cash. Times were hard for the Shifters, back then.”

“Vivian’s dad wasn’t the one who…?”

“No,” Alastair answered, cutting her off. “No, he was just someone Alicia had been seeing on and off for a while, years and years before I knew her. Actually, if I remember correctly, Vivian’s father came from your Faction.” He grinned at her, eyes twinkling. “You Witches enjoy taking a ride on the wild side, don’t you?”

Fey rolled her eyes.

Stepping closer, Alastair brushed her hair from her shoulder. With Fey here, he didn’t want to be thinking about the past. He wanted his full attention on her.

“Not that I’m complaining, Witchling, but what brings you here tonight?” he asked, changing the subject. “Is everything alright?”

Fey took a deep breath and leaned into his chest, her body relaxing against him. “I had a bad day. I needed some company.”

His arms rose to wrap around her automatically, pulling her closer.

“I can be very good company,” he promised. He could feel her smile against his chest.

“I’m sure you can,” she answered, a teasing lilt to her voice.

“Come with me, Witchling,” Alastair said, pulling her to a stand and smiling down at her. “Why don’t we go up to my office, and I can show you just what good company I can be?”

She let him lead the way.

His office had changed very little in the years since he had first encountered her, digging through his desk. Still, Fey considered the room carefully, as though memorizing it .

“I miss this place,” Fey admitted. Her eyes moved around the room, pausing for several breaths on his bookshelves and the armchair he kept next to them.

“Does it bring back memories?” Alastair asked, shutting the door behind them and turning the lock.

Fey glanced over her shoulder at him, smiling wickedly. “Oh yes,” she laughed. “It does.”

Alastair chuckled low in his throat, moving behind her and wrapping his arms around her midsection, burying his face in her neck. “You should make a habit of visiting me more often at work, Witchling. I miss you when I’m here. Your visits go a long way to dull the monotony.”

“Is that so?” she asked, leaning back into him. Goddess, she felt good pressed against him. He groaned, running his hands over the curves of her body.

“You got a new desk,” Fey noticed, smiling.

“I did,” Alastair answered, brushing her long red hair aside and kissing the back of her neck. “And I made sure this new one was… properly reinforced.”

Fey chuckled, and it was such a delicious sound he couldn’t help himself from licking her neck where the noise had come from.

“Alastair…” she started, a slight warning in her voice. But she’d wanted a distraction, hadn’t she? He could be distracting. He could be very, very distracting.

He ignored the warning, licking up her neck again and earning a soft gasp from her.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered into her neck.

“You saw me just last night,” she reminded him, her voice slightly breathless. She writhed against him.

He had seen her last night. Had spent the entire evening in bed with her, keeping her up late into the night, worshiping her with his tongue.

“Far too long ago,” he murmured, kissing down the back of her neck.

Her answering laugh quickly turned to a moan as he bit down lightly on her throat. His hands moved further down, gripping her hips and pressing her even closer against him. He needed to feel her, every part of her .

“Jasper was flirting with me again, you know,” she teased, and Alastair’s hands paused.

“Oh?” he asked, moving to the other side of her neck, kissing and biting at the skin there. “What a naughty little puppy.” Fey smiled and relaxed back into him, enjoying the attention.

“And did you like it, Witchling?” he asked. The soft pink blush that rose to her cheeks was answer enough. Keeping one hand on her hip, he brought the other to the tie hanging loosely around his neck.

“Maybe you need reminding who you belong to, hm?” he asked in a dark voice, nipping at her ear.

Fey laughed.

“Oh, Alastair,” she said, her voice dripping with venom. “I don’t belong to anyone.”

Oh yes, that’s what he’d wanted to hear. As he pulled the tie from around his neck, he slid his fangs over the sensitive skin of her throat and was rewarded with a soft gasp.

“We’ll see about that. Hands, Witchling,” he ordered.

Fey smirked, glancing over her shoulder at him. But she complied, putting her hands before her and crossing her wrists. She stayed that way as he looped the tie around her wrists, binding them together.

“Alastair,” she warned as he tightened the knot, pulling a little harder than necessary.

“You’re mine , Witchling,” he said, lips pressed to her ear, and she moaned softly, arching against him. “Don’t forget that.”

The top she wore hugged her curves tightly. So fucking perfect . He dropped her wrists, hands circling her waist and moving up her curves until he cupped her breasts, squeezing them hard enough to elicit another gasp from her.

Goddess damn him. He loved that sound. Loved that he could make her moan like that, loved how she responded to him. His fingers circled her nipple through the thin fabric of her shirt and pinched until she arched against him again.

He turned her around, so she faced him, and took her face in his hands. She was so beautiful, her eyes alight with desire for him. And just a trace of fear .

So perfect.

“On your knees, Witchling,” he commanded, stroking her cheek softly with the pad of his thumb.

Fey smiled at him, something wild and dangerous flashing in her eyes.

“Make me,” she challenged.

Alastair grinned. He loved this. Loved that challenge that flashed in her eyes, loved the resistance. He lowered his mouth to hers, his lips hovering right above hers as he repeated the command.

“ On your knees .” He wrapped the words in persuasion this time. An ancient gift, one few Vampires possessed. Immediately she complied, dropping gracefully to her knees in front of him, without a single thought. He kept his hand on her face, tilting her chin up toward him and smiling down at her in victory.

Fey’s expression changed, rage flaring to life behind her eyes.

“Fuck your persuasion,” she snapped. “That’s cheating.” But she made no move to stand or fight off his influence.

He ran his thumb along the curve of her bottom lip. He could spend all day looking at her like this, down on her knees for him. Could spend his whole life just like this, and he would thank the Goddess for every blessed second.

But he had bigger plans.

“ Suck ,” he commanded, pushing the tip of his thumb into her mouth as the persuasion took her. Her lips wrapped around the tip of his finger, and her eyes closed as she sucked greedily on it, her tongue teasing the pad of his thumb.

“Good girl,” he told her, pulling the thumb from her mouth and dragging it down her face.

“Fuck you,” she spat.

“Tell me to stop,” he teased. He let go of her face, his hands moving to his belt instead. Her eyes followed his fingers hungrily. When he undid his belt and paused, her tongue darted out to wet her lips. “Tell me to stop and I will, Witchling. You know I will.”

She didn’t. She watched him remove his belt, watched him unzip his pants slowly and take his cock out, his fingers trailing down the length.

“Tell me to stop,” he said, again, threading his hand in her hair and twisting her face to look up at him.

Eyes blazing, Fey held his gaze and said nothing.

“ Suck ,” he commanded again, and Fey moaned as she shifted forward and took his cock in her mouth.