Jasper Jasper’s heart raced wildly in his chest. His skin was on fire, sweat beading across his brow and in the hollow of his throat. His nipples stung, pinched by clamps, and his balls felt unfamiliarly heavy, weighed down by a device that Jasper was only passingly familiar with but that the Knave had called a stretcher. It was a different sensation, one which when the Knave had first put the device on him, Jasper hadn’t been entirely sure that he liked, but as he lay there, the tightness of its hold, the weighted feel, preoccupied him, made him ache and tingle, and watching as the Knave applied one to himself had left a string of pre-cum leaking from Jasper that was slowly trailing its way over a mushroomed cockhead made glossy by saliva and lube. The muscles flowed under the silk of the Knave’s skin as his mate moved around the bed, taunting Jasper with the toys in between sips of champagne that he occasionally shared with Jasper. The Knave was taking his time, leaving Jasper in
JasperJasper leaned against the padded bed head next to the Knave and sipped champagne. It was incredibly intimate, their legs and their shoulders casually touching whilst feeling his cock heavy and sticky with lube on his thigh, and the still vibrating plug in his arse, and knowing that when they had both recovered, they’d slide back down the bed and fuck again.Jasper turned his head and leaned into the Knave, breathing in the rich scent of his hair before nuzzling into his cheek. He could smell the salt of the Knave’s sweat and the sweetness of the lube against the sharp earthiness of cum. It made him want to drag his tongue over the Knave’s skin, to taste the saltiness of him and wash it down his throat with the champagne.“This is trouble,” the Knave said softly, and Jasper felt a flutter in his chest, part anxiety, and part hope, that the Knave would bring up their mate bond and want to discuss it… But then the Knave chuckled. “You are entirely too sexy for your own good,” he c
ReidReid’s moan was muffled by the cushion. Jasper threaded their fingers, pinning their hands on either side of Reid’s head, holding his weight on them as he ground his hips into Reid, his breath panted and his body slick with sweat. Each thrust pressed Reid’s cock against the grinder, the textured surface squelching with lube. Combined with the fact that the Compton puppy had perfected the angle and movement Reid liked against his prostate, he was fighting not to cum before Jasper did.Jasper’s cry was gritty and broken, and Reid echoed it, the spark through his balls dragged out by the stretcher that he wore, so that the orgasm prolonged, curling his toes, and he grunted through the pump of cum, feeling the warm spread of liquid against his stomach as Jasper sagged over him.His mate’s breath was panted wetly against his shoulder. “Fuck,” Jasper whispered.“Yeah,” Reid’s lips curled in a grin. “Fuck. My balls might never recover from tonight.”“This morning,” Jasper replied. His c
ReidAfter breakfast, they shared a shower, bringing each other to orgasm in the process of washing, and then kissed a lingering goodbye at the door, both wearing rings of jasper that promised that they were going to make their star-crossed mate bond work, before parting until that night.On the way out, Reid extended the booking of the room for a week. Their little love den, he thought fondly. They would have to find a better solution in the long run, but the Paragon would do for the time being. Perhaps they could buy an apartment on the border of both packs, something small and subtle where their comings and goings would pass unnoticed…He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he drove to Marcella’s, enjoying the weight of the ring, and propped himself in the corner of the elevator, examining the jasper in the light. “My mate,” he tried the words aloud in the small square, and almost jumped out of his skin as the bell dinged and the door opened.He let himself into Marcella’s
ReidReid stretched his legs out on the coffee table and leaned his head back on the couch, blowing rings of smoke whilst he scrolled through images of BDSM wear on his phone. Jasper had put his name on Reid’s finger, and Reid was determined to return the favor. A nice discrete slave collar, he thought, with a padlock that Reid had the key to… A harness caught his attention, and he leaned forward and stabbed out the joint in the ashtray.“Add to cart,” he grinned. The weed was giving him a nice buzz and influencing his online shopping, he admitted. But damn it, Jasper would look hot in that harness. “Hmph,” he swung his feet down and rose to standing before pacing the room restlessly.He wouldn’t think about the problems, he told himself. He’d just think about the night ahead.His phone beeped with a message. “Fuck,” he pulled a face as the images popped onto his screen. “Fuck I’m going to have to bleach my eyeballs.” Marcella had more than delivered. There was no way that Gregory Ren
JasperJasper had an image locked in his mind, of Reid reclining back against the cushions, the tangle of bedsheets over his thigh giving hints of cock and the stretcher around his balls, his smile seductive and his eyes smouldering.He sketched it out, perfecting the curve of the lip, the fall of shadow, the line of hair that crept down Reid’s stomach…The resulting image was an erotic fantasy on paper, sensuous and slightly lewd in a way that had Jasper’s cock remembering all the things Reid had done to it. He was on the edge of retreating to his bathroom with a handful of oil and jerking off when the light shifted within the folly, a shadow dragging along the floor as someone passed by the windows.“Shit,” Jasper hastily hid the sketch and sternly scolded his cock into submission. By the time Charlotte tapped her knuckles on the door, he had smothered his lusty thoughts and was able to answer it without any hint of what he’d been up to, and more important, where his mind had been.
JasperJasper could see that the street had once been one of the more exclusive in the area, and before that, had been the pack headquarters. The line of trees that would have framed the driveway, still stood to either side of the road, leading them towards the building at the end.Behind the trees, symmetrical, flat-fronted houses had been built, often wall-to-wall with their neighbor. Elegantly carved stairs led up to the front doors from the pavement, and down to the basement level where servants once would have dwelled, but which had been converted into accommodation.The houses showed the staining of modern life, the once bright stone smudged with grime and moss where guttering had fallen away or leaked. Paint flaked from window frames and doors, and the elaborate wrought iron fences collected litter in their bars. Many windows were boarded up, or postered over with everything from bands to sales.Spray paint ranged from someone’s bored, pointless destruction to the more artistic
ReidReid should never have had sex with Marcella, he admitted to himself, or he should have stopped it long before. He’d thought it was simple, just two people getting off together, but it had complicated the friendship.He’d been young and stupid when it had started, and it had continued almost like a habit. They’d both been schoolboys stealing drinks and getting stoned together in the back of their cars. A night of alcohol and drugs and two horny young alphas talking about sex in the back seat of Marcel’s car had led to experimenting on each other, exploring their sexuality under the guise of “working out what they liked”.The experiments had become bolder and more regular as they’d expanded into watching porn and had learned new techniques together. Reid knew that most best friends didn’t jerk each other off regularly to porn, but the sex between them was safe, a way to explore his sexuality with someone he knew would never betray him. It had given him the confidence to take other
Jasper Jasper surfaced slowly. He could hear unfamiliar sounds, muffled voices in the distance, many different beeps and squeals, and the rattle of trolleys. Reid was snoring somewhere nearby, and that was reassurance that wherever Jasper was, he was with his mate. Hospital, he thought as he fought to open his eyes. He was in hospital. He could vaguely remember moments of consciousness, where nurses and doctors had spoken to him. He remembered Reid crying and holding his hand, and his mother, father, and Charlotte… He managed to open his eyes. Yes, hospital, he agreed with himself. He turned his head and smiled as he saw that Reid slept on an armchair recliner next to him. A figure moved near the door and Jasper tensed as he looked over. A guard stood with his back to the room, adding sugar to a takeaway coffee cup. A werewolf, Jasper realized. He did not know if the man was Compton or Morrison, but his presence recalled to him talking to his father on the phone. His pack had come to
ReidReid barely looked up from Jasper as the medics carried him out to the street where the ambulance waited. He was aware of the house being filled with armed men from both packs searching through the possessions within the rooms, and, when they stepped out into the street, that the street was roped off, those civilian onlookers curious enough to brave being on the street in this neighbourhood pressing up against the ropes.He saw that the buildings to either side had also been invaded by the pack but had no chance to ask as Jasper was loaded onto the ambulance. Jasper took the spare chair and held onto Jasper’s hand as the ambulance sped off towards the hospital, sirens blaring and lights flashing.Jasper’s eyes fluttered, his mate surfacing from his faint.“It’s alright, Jasper,” Reid leaned forward so Jasper could see his face around the oxygen mask the medics had placed on him. “I’m here.”At the hospital, however, they were separated, with Jasper wheeled off towards the operati
JasperThe dingy, disheveled little bedroom was empty, however, another door opened into an ensuite through which came the sound of running water, and whiffs of steam drifted out indicating that Jay had been in there for a while, possibly since they had seen him in the window.Reid crossed to the rumpled bed and searched through the clothing tossed carelessly there, shoving the guns and knives that he found there into the bag that he wore. He passed the bag to Jasper.Jasper looked from the bag to Reid. “Just shoot him, Reid,” he whispered as he realized that Reid intended to fight Jay hand-to-hand.Reid shook his head. “He’s naked, unarmed, taken by surprise. That wouldn’t be…” He shrugged.“Fair,” Jasper filled in for his mate, his stomach uneasy. “But dangerous, Reid,” he protested.The water in the shower turned off interrupting Reid’s reply and they both turned towards the door. Through the opening, Jasper caught a glimpse of Jay as the other werewolf dried off, wrapping a towel
ReidThey took a taxi from the hotel. Jasper paid the taxi driver at the drop off whilst Reid swept his eyes along the street. It had been raining consistently through the afternoon, and the water puddled in drains clogged with filth, flooding out onto the road so that passing cars sprayed it up in vile showers. The street was a fucking eyesore of boarded up windows, graffiti and filth. Most of the streetlights were broken, creating shadows in which lower level dealers, prostitutes, and their clientele did business.As Jasper stepped back to join him, moving out of the way of the water that the taxi’s wheels kicked up onto the pavement, he followed Reid’s gaze. “Dad deliberately has encouraged this are into decay,” he said in a low voice. “It drives property values down, makes them cheaper to buy.”“And created the perfect place to hide a rogue pack,” Reid replied. “People come and go, and no one asks questions around here, or looks too closely at one another.”“Yeah. The buildings ar
JasperReid lowered the phone to the mattress, his hand resting over it. His chin sank to his chest, and his body shook as he wept. Jasper could offer little comfort other than to keep holding onto his mate. It had been hard to face his father that morning, but for Reid to have lost his best friend and had to come out to his family and pack at the same time… Jasper was amazed by Reid’s strength of will, to keep going despite the terrible weight of grief that he was carrying.The plan to take out Jay Turner did concern him, he admitted to himself. In the past couple of weeks since he’d come of age, his life had changed so dramatically from studying art to understanding that illegal activities were the backbone of the pack, and now, to be personally involved in what would be, he knew, a murder. He felt under-prepared and ill-equipped for the situation and feared that his inexperience would endanger his mate.He only hoped that his father would come through for him and Reid.He was young
Reid“Do you trust him?” Jasper asked as they watched Gregory leave.Reid considered the question. The beta had abandoned the Morrisons for the Comptons and betrayed their shipping schedule… There was a lot not to trust about him. “Normally, about as far as I could throw him,” he admitted slowly. “But with this? Yeah. I think he has nothing to gain and everything to lose. And…” He leaned slightly against his mate, feeling raw and exhausted. “I think he had a bit of a thing for Marcella and is upset in his way about what happened.”The words brought back the ache of grief and anger. He threw back the last of his whiskey. “I am going to kill them both,” he decided grimly. “Jay Turner and fucking Vincent.”“Okay,” Jasper said but covered Reid’s hand with his own. “But you heard what Gregory said. They’ve been planning this for possibly years and have been recruiting from both packs during that time. They’re not alone Reid, and you and I…” He grimaced slightly. “We are. So, we need to be
JasperGregory Renmark was okay looking, Jasper decided as he followed Reid into a discrete booth at the bar of the hotel bar. Nothing compared to Jasper’s mate though, he added with a warm glow as he watched Reid order for them from the waitress who had shown them to the table. Both men, however, shared pale faces and reddened, swollen eyes.After the waitress left, Reid and Gregory stared at each other across the table. The beta was dressed in a business suit, but the top button of his shirt was undone and his tie was askew. His hair was a mess as if he’d dug his hands through it many times whilst waiting for them to arrive.“She was a fucking bitch,” Gregory broke the silence, the words almost spat across the tabletop. “But she deserved better than that,” was delivered softer.Reid swallowed hard, a muscle in the corner of his jaw twitching, but he held the beta’s gaze until Gregory looked away, establishing Reid’s dominance. “Yeah, she could be a bitch,” he agreed steadily. “But t
ReidThe apartment still smelled like Marcella, but the smell was stale, lingering from the night before rather than because she was within. The sophisticated Indian agarwood, Turkish rose, and sandalwood perfume combined with the smell of smoke and alcohol. Reid stood on the threshold, his breath caught in his lungs, his eyes searching the furniture for something that he knew was not there.Dust caught in the sunlight whirled in the air disrupted by the door opening, was the only movement inside.Jasper placed his hand between Reid’s shoulder blades, the warmth of his palm a comforting reassurance that gave Reid the courage to step inside. Reid crossed to the bedroom, easing open the door and looking within at the messy tumble of bedding, the closet that she had taken such a delight in, and the mirror where Marcella had forever been fixing her face.He moved the items on the dresser restlessly, shifting the compacts, the lipsticks, and the brushes.“Is there…” Jasper cleared his thro
JasperClaud and Brando growled through a spew of vitriol, raising the hair on the back of Jasper’s neck, whilst the elegant she-wolf who had admitted him put her arms around the other woman, whose distress had been forgotten by her husband in his outrage. Jasper kept his eyes on the two men, tensing ready to push Reid behind him if either male attacked.They were big, experienced alpha wolves, but Jasper was quicker, leaner, and fitter than them both. If they attacked him, he would lose, but he would do his best to protect Reid. He stroked his hand over the curve of Reid’s skull.His mate was, as Jasper had suspected he would be upon hearing of Marcella’s death, distraught but, Reid pulled himself together as the two males rounded on them. “Dad, stop!” He held out his hands, palm forwards. “I know this is a shock, but…”“A shock?” Claud Morrison spat the words. “A shock? I can barely look at you for my disgust, Reid. You and he…” He sputtered gesturing to Jasper. “Defiling each other