ReidJasper raised his eyebrows but stepped back and lay on the bed.“Perfect,” Reid breathed the word. Everything about the other man was perfect. There was something so intensely sensual about Jasper’s long limbs on the tangled bedcovers and the spill of his hair across the pillows as he met Reid’s eyes. The expression in the other man’s eyes hit Reid deep in the guts. Fuck, he thought, he had to be careful, this was already far beyond a casual fuck.Jasper’s thighs spread to make room for Reid to kneel between them, and Reid braced his hands against the wrought iron bed head as he brushed his lips over Jasper’s, feeling the heated silk of them against his own contrasting to the prick of stubble that was breaking free of Jasper’s skin.He kept his body hovering over Jasper’s, wanting to relish the contact of their skin with the slip of oil between them, and took his time kissing the other man, undemanding and gentle, until Jasper relaxed beneath him, his eyes fluttering closed, and
ReidReid woke from a half-doze to the greying light. He could smell the ashtray that was on Reid's side of the bed, overflowing with joints and cigarettes, and the stink of the ash combined with the slippery feeling of having drunk too much made his stomach uneasy, although his werewolf constitution kept it from being a full-blown hangover. The bottle of champagne was empty, along with a bottle of red that Jasper had produced, a testament to his overindulgence.Jasper was a cuddler, sprawled over his back, his hand cupping Reid’s shoulder, and his breath warm against Reid’s skin. For a moment, Reid stayed despite the smell of the ashtray and the knowledge that he had to leave before anyone who might know whom he was woke, comfortable beneath the other man’s body and the skin-to-skin intimacy of the position.Eventually, however, the brightening light motivated him to slide out from under Jasper and pull on his clothes as he messaged Marcella to come and pick him up. He found a sketch
JasperJasper watched the knave slide into the lime-green Spyder, his fingers pressed to the dreamy smile that curved his lips. It had been… incredible. Just incredible. The things the knave had done to him, and that he had reciprocated… “Oh fuck,” he groaned, his eyes rolling back at the memory.“Fuck,” he was hard, his cock straining against his jeans, and standing in the gate of his parent’s house fantasizing about fucking his mate and staring at the now-empty road. “Shit, Jasper, get it together,” he told himself as he closed the gate behind him and crossed the gardens, cutting through to the folly.The scent of sex, linseed oil, and smoke struck him as he stepped back into the folly and did nothing to help the throb of his cock. He looked around the room with fresh eyes and felt his cheeks heat at the mess. He began to pick up discarded clothing and dirty china, before stripping the bed of cum and oil-stained sheets. He startled the maids at the main house by letting himself int
JasperSebastian Compton led Jasper to his study. His office desk was buried beneath layers of paper, building plans laid over maps of the city. He riffled through until he found the one that he sought, setting it to the top.“I am negotiating to buy this building,” he told Jasper, his eyes bright with excitement. Jasper drew closer intrigued as to what lit his father’s eyes in such a way. He could see nothing exceptional about the building on the plans. It looked old, not as large, or tall as a modern building, with the detailed stonework of the past featuring heavily.“You’re wondering what’s special about this building,” Sebastian guessed watching Jasper’s expression. He laughed. “You’re right to wonder. It’s an old building.”“It’s in Morrison territory,” Jasper realized in alarm. “Dad…” He protested. “That will piss them off.”“It’s Morrison territory now,” Sebastian corrected. “But it hasn’t always been so. Originally this building marked the edge of Compton pack land. It was su
JasperJasper took the limo, mainly because Gerald, the driver, was generally insightful and knew everything there was to know about the city. As he slid across the leather backseat, he met Gerald’s eyes in the rearview. “Help,” he said immediately.“How may I be of assistance, Master Jasper?” Gerald’s amusement was indulgent and friendly.“I need a gift. I want it to be special. Something that will last, but something discrete. And I need it by tonight.” Jasper wanted to ensure that when they parted in the morning, the knave had something with him that connected him to Jasper. What he truly wanted was to sink his teeth into his mate, to claim him as his, but he knew that would not be wise. He needed to court the knave first, learn about him, starting with his name… And whilst he was doing that, he needed to begin easing his parents towards the idea of not just a male mate but one from the Morrison pack.Small steps, Jasper, he told himself.“Well,” Gerald considered the problem. “It
Jasper Jasper’s father’s office door was closed, and he could hear the hum of male voices through the wood. He hovered for a moment; the habits of childhood were deeply ingrained not to disturb his father when he was dealing with pack or business. He was no longer a puppy, he told himself and knocked on the door. It was opened from inside and Jonathan Kensy frowned down at him. “Come in Jasper,” Sebastian invited from behind his desk. Jasper stepped in with more confidence than he felt. The generously sized room was crowded with big, broad-shouldered men, his father’s top alphas, the most powerful alphas in the pack. He knew everyone in the room, although he had spoken to only a few – the senior alphas not deigning to waste conversation with an underage werewolf that was not their own puppy, even one who was in line to inherit the pack leadership. Now he was of age, however, they inclined their heads respectfully to him, accepting his arrival and presence. “Did you need me, Jaspe
ReidThe clothing Marcella had given him was typical of Marcel. Leather-look trousers that fit so closely that they left nothing to the imagination, and a black shirt that looked discrete until it was put on and the first button started between Reid’s nipples. He laughed at his reflection as he scraped his hair back into a ponytail.She was waiting for him and whistled as he stepped out of the bathroom. “Looking sexy-as, Reid,” she purred. “You should wear my old clothes more often.”Reid snorted. “I can just imagine my dad’s face if I start dressing like Marcel. All right,” he picked up his phone and wallet from the coffee table. “See you later.”“Where are you off to in such a hurry?” Marcella pouted.“I need to pick up some supplies for tonight.”“Supplies?” Her puzzled frown darkened as she connected the dots. “Fucking hell, Reid. How far are you going to take this?”“Chill out, ‘Cella,” Reid opened the door. “It’s going to be fine.”“Wait,” she grabbed her purse and pursued him o
ReidReid had chosen the Paragon for its distance from his father’s building, hoping to avoid encountering pack members. He let the valet take his Porsche and strolled into the grand foyer. Despite his casualness, his eyes swept the patrons lingering in the lounge chairs or checking in at reception, looking for any familiar faces, or any werewolves who might know his.He was in luck, there was no one he knew or who seemed to recognize him, and he reached the safety of the reception desk where, with his back to the room, he was less conspicuous. “A booking for Jasper Compton,” he said quietly. “The second party will be arriving soon.” He paid cash for the room and extras, pulling the thick wad of notes out and waiting with itchy impatience whilst the clerk laboriously counted and double-counted her way through them, his skin crawling as if every eye in the foyer was on his back.Finally, she was content that he’d paid the full amount and gave him one of the key passes and directions to