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His fingers traced her slit through the fabric, and Fey moaned, grinding herself against them and squeezing her eyes shut. He was right—she was wet for him, already soaking through her panties. He hissed as he felt it too, and he pulled her even closer to him, crushing her against him.

His left hand reached up to grip her hair again, and he pulled her head back.

“Look at me,” he demanded. Goddess help her, she did. Fey opened her eyes and stared at him.His amber eyes glittered menacingly, and his black hair was messy from their fight.

His thumb teased her through the fabric.

“You’re going to tell me what you were doing in my office,” he repeated. His eyes bored into hers, his hips moving in time with his thumb.

The light touch of his finger was driving her mad. Fey could feel herself already building to a release, but he was wrong. She wanted this, wanted this sensation to never end, but nothing would make her give up her sisters.

He must have seen the defiance in her eyes because he bared his teeth in a snarl, flashing those sharp and deadly fangs at her, and moved his thumb faster. Fey groaned, fisting her hands into the fabric of his suit jacket.

“You’re going to tell me what you were doing in my office, and then you’re going to beg me to fuck you.” His thumb pressed harder, and her breath hitched. “And I will make you beg me for it, Witchling.”

Fey stared into his eyes and knew she was close to shattering. She wondered if he was right. Wondered if she would beg him for it. She opened her mouth to say something, her thoughts lost to the sensation of him –

A hard knock against the door burst through the moment, and Fey jumped with an involuntary gasp.

“Sir?” a gruff voice called from the other side of the office door. “Sir, we need you out here.”

“Fuck off Ferus!” the Vamp snarled, his eyes never leaving Fey’s as he answered, his touch never stopping. He was looking at her like she was the only thing that mattered in the world right now. Like he wanted this even more than she did.

“I’m sorry, sir, but I can’t do that,” the voice called back.

Even with the interruption, Fey was climbing closer to her peak, whimpering as the pressure between her legs built. He must have realized it too, because he bared his teeth in a snarl.

“Ferus, I swear to the Goddess if you don’t fuck off right now, I will rip your arms off, and I will fucking enjoy it.”

Her hips bucked and moved as his hand tightened in her hair, before lowering his head to lick the blood dripping down her lip. Oh Goddess, this was heaven.

“Ignore that Wolf fucker,” he purred into her skin, lips soft against her own. “Ignore everything but me, Witchling. Everything but this.”

His touch was fire, and she lost herself in it. Then the voice came again.

“I understand that, sir. But you should know that I have a name. And he’s here right now.”

That did it.

The Vamp froze, and those delightful circles against her skin stopped.

“Fuck!” he barked, involuntarily tightening his grip on her hair. The bouncer at his door must have taken that as some sign of assent. Fey heard heavy footsteps move a few steps away and stop at the end of the hallway.

Fey gasped as the Vamp released her hair and wrapped his hand around her throat. The finger between her legs pressed down against her clit and her back arched painfully.

“I have to take care of something,” he said, restrained violence coloring his voice. “But I’m not done with you, Witchling.” His hand moved away from between her legs, and she whimpered at its sudden absence.

He brought his hand to her face and pressed his thumb against her lips—the same thumb that had been teasing her. Fey could taste herself as he pressed it to her lips like a kiss.

Her tongue snaked out between her lips, and she licked the tip of his thumb, earning a groan of surprise from him.

“Stay here,” he commanded, and this time when the persuasion washed over her, it felt like a caress. Fey whimpered, closing her lips around the tip of his thumb to suck on it in response.

“I want you ready and wet for me when I get back. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Fey purred, the persuasion answering in her voice.

His other hand tightened around her throat. “Yes, what?” he asked, and her body shook with the command in his voice.