JasperJasper gripped Reid’s hips, taking some of Reid’s weight to aid his mate in riding the length of his cock. It was beautiful to see, both the way Jasper’s cock sank into Reid, but also the flex of muscles in Reid’s thighs as he lifted and lowered, the way his stomach muscles worked with the motion, the toss of golden hair across his face clinging to eyelashes and lips, blown out with Reid’s panted breath.“I want you under me,” Jasper gasped out. “I want you on your hands and knees.”He saw the flicker that passed over Reid’s face as his mate realized what that position would allow Jasper to do, and he lifted from Jasper’s cock, turning on the mattress to face the foot of the bed, presenting Jasper with the toned curve of his arse, the pucker slick and loosened from lube and Jasper’s cock.“Fuck,” Jasper stroked his palm over Reid’s back as he positioned himself between Reid’s legs. He gripped his cock in one hand and guided himself back into his mate, both of them groaning. The
JasperJasper laughed under his breath as he rolled onto his knees and edged back toward Reid.“Fuck look at that,” Reid ran his hand over the curve of Jasper’s arse. “I could just take a great big bite of that. How about I leave my mating mark on your arse rather than your shoulder?” He teased as he circled Jasper’s pucker with a lube-slick fingertip. “It seems much more appropriate.”“A bit non-traditional,” Jasper almost choked with laughter. “And potentially awkward if there’s ever a reason to show off the mark.”“Well, we don’t want other people staring at your arse, I guess,” Reid agreed as he penetrated Jasper with his fingers. “So, we’ll stick to the normal spot, hmm?”“Mhm,” Jasper was reduced to grunts by pleasure.Reid pressed kisses along Jasper’s back as he reached around to grip Jasper’s cock with his free hand. “That’s right, puppy,” he breathed out against Jasper’s skin. “Moan for me.” He withdrew his fingers and eased Jasper back onto his cock.Jasper did moan, the sl
ReidReid’s shoulder ached and throbbed and he woke vaguely puzzled by the source of the pain. Jasper’s sigh as he nuzzled closer into Reid’s back recalled the reason his shoulder hurt and Reid grinned, gripping the pillow with his fingers and pressing his face into it, smothering his gleeful euphoria as he remembered that he and Jasper had marked each other, completing the bond between them, and taking each other as mates.Jasper’s hand stroked down Reid’s ribs on its way to the curve of Reid’s arse, and Reid giggled into the pillow, surprised by the ticklish response. Jasper’s hand returned upwards mischievously, and Reid dissolved into laughter, rolling in an effort to escape the teasing fingers.They wrestled, laughing breathlessly, their limbs and hair tangling until the tone of the play changed and Reid lowered his mouth to Jasper’s.“My breath…” Jasper turned his head to the side evasively.“Mine too,” Reid replied. “Give me your mouth. I don’t care.” He met Jasper’s lips with
“Dad,” Jasper knocked on the door of Sebastian’s office and opened it at the same time. Jonathan Kensy and Sebastian broke off their quiet and intense conversation and looked up at him, startled. “Oh,” Jasper retreated a step. “Sorry. I interrupted.”“It’s fine,” Sebastian rose to his feet, the palms of his hands pressed flat to the table. “We will talk about what to do in half an hour Jonathan, after I’ve spoken with Jasper about… Something important. Go, grab a coffee. Anastasia and Charlotte are probably still at the breakfast table.”Jonathan nodded politely in greeting as he passed Jasper.“Is something wrong?” Jasper asked as Sebastian sighed heavily, massaging his thumbs into his temples as if to relieve a tension headache.“Yes,” Sebastian said without hesitation. “There was a death at the fight last night. Were you aware of it?”“Oh,” Jasper felt his stomach sink. “A fight broke out as I was leaving… And I heard sirens. But I was told it was normal. That sort of thing happens
Reid“Marcel…” Tamara Morrison said softly, although Reid did not need the confirmation to know. He recalled how he had last seen Marcella. She had been angry at him and trying not to show it in front of the omega.No, he corrected himself. She had been betrayed. He knew it, he just didn’t want to face it. She had hoped that the evening would be spent together, and maybe that they would go home together. She had hoped that there would be a reconciliation between them and that he would choose her over Jasper.She had felt betrayed when it had become evident that Reid had arranged to meet Jasper there, and that he had intended to leave with Jasper, and not Marcella. Her anger had been because of her pain. He had known it then, and chosen to pretend not to understand, even to himself.Marcella had died angry with Reid, and…“Marcella,” Reid’s voice was a croak.“Marcella,” Tamara corrected herself. “During the fight, Jay Turner stabbed her. She died before help reached her.”Reid would n
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
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
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