Chapter 34
Blaise Zabini sat back in his armchair, savoring the burn of the fire whiskey Draco had gifted him for his birthday. The warm glow of the alcohol spread through him, heightening his senses as he watched the scene before him with rapt attention.
On his bed, Hermione and Astoria were entwined in an intimate embrace. Hermione's fingers traced delicate patterns along Astoria’s skin, drawing shivers and soft gasps from her. Astoria's hair cascaded around her, framing her flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes.
This should have been perfect, a fantasy come to life, but Draco’s stern warning echoed in his mind: “You can look, Blaise, but don’t touch.” The possessiveness in Draco’s eyes was clear—Hermione and Astoria were his to command, his to control.
Blaise took another sip, his eyes never leaving the bed. Hermione’s hand slid down Astoria’s back, drawing a moan from the blonde witch. Their lips met in a slow, sensual kiss that made Blaise’s breath catch. The dance of dominance and submission between them was both beautiful and cruel in its exclusivity.
Hermione glanced over at him, her eyes dark with a mix of mischief and challenge. She knew the effect they were having on him, and she reveled in it. Astoria followed her gaze, her expression softer but equally aware. They were putting on a show, and Blaise was their willing audience.
“Enjoying your birthday, Blaise?” Hermione asked, her voice a sultry purr. She trailed her fingers down Astoria’s arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
Blaise managed a grin, raising his glass in a silent toast. “Immensely,” he replied, his voice hoarse with restrained desire.
Blaise couldn’t recall how old he was turning under the affects of the alcohol and women but he definitely knew he was too old to cum in his pants like a green boy too early in the show. He had to stay strong.