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“Yes, Sir,” Fey heard her voice respond.

He sucked in air through his teeth at her answer and ground his body against her one more time. Fey closed her eyes, lost in the sensation of him pressed against her core.

“I meant what I said, Witchling. I’m going to enjoy making you beg for me.”

She shuddered in his embrace, and then, just like that, he was gone. The weight of his body against her, that deliciously thick feel of him against her thigh, was gone. The office door shut with an audible click and only then did she open her eyes.

It took a minute for her breathing to calm and her pulse to drop back to normal. Longer still for her thoughts to return. Somewhere nearby a clock ticked by the seconds, as piece by piece she returned to her body.

Fey let her power slowly build inside of her, washing against her thoughts in a gentle lapping rhythm. The heat from his touch cooled, and the throbbing between her legs dulled to a quiet hum.

Over and over, she let Water run over her mind until she was Fey again.

Fey stood, shocked by the way her legs wobbled and almost bucked underneath her. She tugged her dress back into place, shivering as her thighs clenched together.

Her hand reached up to touch her neck where he’d pressed his fangs, and desire flooded back into her body so hard her knees almost buckled. Fey almost considered finishing herself off, then and there on his desk, but she had no idea when the bastard might return. No. She needed to leave while she still had the chance.

She was soaked, more aroused than she’d ever been in her life. The fabric between her legs was uncomfortably wet, and she shimmied her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. Fey wondered vaguely what to do with them before deciding to toss them on his desk.

Fuck you and fuck your persuasion, Fey thought, her lips twisting into a smile.

Feeling smug in her decision to leave that little gift for him, she slipped Joy’s thumb drive out of his computer and palmed it. She’d head to the nearest safe house and send Joy a text from there to let her know she was safe.

His office window wasn’t locked and thank the Goddess the drop to the ground was close enough that she only needed a little gust of air to slow her fall. Fey wasn’t sure how much more strength she had left in her after all of that, and she didn’t trust herself with anything more complicated than a simple spell.

As she walked through the city, Fey kept running her tongue over the split in her lower lip and thinking about him.

Chapter 10

ALASTAIR

“You’re fired,” Alastair informed Ferus, straightening his shirt and buttoning his jacket. But there was no heat to the words, and Ferus ignored him, looking away pointedly as Alastair adjusted himself in his pants. His cock was so hard it ached.

Fuck the Goddess, he was a wreck. His skin was on fire from where he’d touched her. It had been so fucking hard to leave her there, on the verge of breaking for him. Five more minutes, that’s all he would have needed, and she’d have been ready to give him anything. He’d make up for it when he returned. He’d have her screaming his name by the time the night was over.

Alastair took a deep breath to calm himself.

But, until then, he had work to do.

“You’ve got a name for me?” Alastair asked, knowing Ferus did.

“Yes, sir, but you’re not going to like who it is,” Ferus told him.

Alastair just stared, waiting. Ferus sighed.

“The dealer is your cousin, Santiago.”

Alastair ground his teeth together. Ferus was right—he didn’t like the answer.

As a general rule, Alastair avoided his family at all costs. Excluding his younger brother, there wasn’t a single member he could stand to be in the same room with for more than a handful of minutes.

Santiago was no exception.

The younger vampire had situated himself in a VIP booth, and he occupied it like a king keeping court. He was a slippery scavenger of a thing, Alastair thought, more rat than Vampire.

Santiago’s eyes lit up when he saw Alastair approaching, and he raised a glass of cheap liquor in greeting.

“Cousin!” he called cheerfully, and the conversation at the booth stilled as his makeshift court turned to watch. “Join us! I just ordered a bottle for the table! To what do we owe the pleasure of your company?”