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Fucking Alastair.Of course, he didn’t tell her anything.
“But he didn’t tell you what I helped him with, I take it?” Jasper asked. Or… anything else?
Mine.
He wasn’t ready for this, not yet. Wasn’t ready to tell her what… what he thought they might be. Fey liked her independence, liked belonging to herself. And… he didn’t want her to think he was trying to take that from her.
Fey shrugged, toying with the label on her beer bottle.
“So, I’m guessing he also didn’t mention firing me?” Jasper asked with a grin.
Fey’s eyebrows rose.
“No. He did not,” she said. “But it wouldn’t be the first time, would it?”
That was true. Rolling his eyes, Jasper set the beer bottle down on the table and reached up to his shirt collar.
“This is what I helped him with,” he explained, moving the collar aside to show her.
There wasn’t much of a wound, not anymore. Shifters are quick healers, and with whatever was in Alastair’s saliva that stopped the bleeding, it was almost gone now. Just two tiny puncture marks were all that was left. A reminder of the moment they’d shared.
Fey’s eyebrows rose so high on her forehead they almost met her hairline.
“He fed from you?” she asked, sounding shocked. And maybe even a little jealous.
Huh.
“Sure did,” Jasper said, letting go of his shirt collar. He picked up his beer again and took a deep drink.
“How…” She swallowed, hard. “What was it like?”
She was jealous. Goddess, what a fucking mess.
Fingers gently touching the bite mark on his neck, Jasper wet hislips. “It was… intense. Like everything he does. It was raw, and… and intense.”
Fey bit her lower lip.
“Intense how?” she asked. He didn’t miss the breathy tone in her voice. The hunger in her eyes.
Setting his beer bottle down on the table next to her, Jasper moved a little closer.
“Intense as in… hot enough I almost came in my pants, like a teenager.” Fey’s pupils widened, and he continued. “Intense as in, I’d let him do it every night to me if he wanted. If he asked. Intense enough that I want to go over there, drop to my knees and beg him to do it again.”
“Oh,” Fey said. Her lips were a deep ruby red, begging to be kissed.
He moved a little closer.
“Almost as intense as burying my cock inside you,” he told her, nudging her thighs apart so he could get even closer. He needed to feel her pressed against him. He wasn’t sure he could stand to have any distance between them, not right now. “As feeling you come on me.”
“Jasper…” Fey started, breathlessly.
“I never lied to you, Fey. I’m not trying to get between the two of you,” Jasper said, the words coming out rushed. “I told Alastair that. That’s not what I want. But… but I don’t mind sharing you with him, and?—”
“And him with me?” Fey asked.
He swallowed hard.
“If… if he wants that,” Jasper said. He moved a little closer. “But what doyouwant, gorgeous? Because whatever it is, whatever you’re feeling, I can handle it. I can back off, I can give you some space to think, I can?—”
