Jasper
“He’s coming this way,” Charlotte whispered digging her elbow into Jasper’s side. “Close your mouth.”
Jasper forced his lips into a stiff smile as the Knave held out his hand and he accepted it. “Hello.”
“Ah, my King, greetings,” the Knave of Heart’s grin was charming and wicked and his hand in Jasper’s lingered beyond a strictly polite handshake. “I promise I won’t steal your diamonds.” His grey-blue eyes held Jasper’s just as firmly as his hand did. Locking eyes in such a way with the masked stranger was intense and intimate, and Jasper found himself flushed and flustered, the throb of his cock echoing the race of his heart.
“Just your heart.”
Jasper wasn’t sure he heard the words, or simply wished that they had been spoken, and yet they hung in the air between them, sending a shiver of desire across his skin. The rest of the party, the press of bodies around them, the cacophony of voices fighting to be heard over the music, all faded away. They were alone in the ballroom with the silver moonlight lighting them from above.
In a movie, the Knave of Hearts would step into Jasper, and they would dance, circling the patterns gilded into the floor. Was this it then? Jasper wondered. Was this what it felt like when you met your special person, your fated mate? He hadn’t even seen the man’s face, hidden as it was behind the mask with only the strong line of cleanshaven jaw, the soft pout of his full lips, and those eyes, like a stormy sky, visible.
“Knave,” Charlotte broke the moment reaching her hand to the young man. “I believe you belong to my court.”
The Knave of Hearts released Jasper in order to lift her hand to his lips as he bowed over it. “My Queen, it is my pleasure.”
“You truly are a naughty knave, with your eyes on my brother’s jewels,” she scolded him flirtatiously. “And so, you owe me a dance, during which you will tell me all about your nefarious plans, and what you will do with the spoils.”
“Of course, I could never refuse my queen,” dutifully the Knave filled out the dance card dangling from Charlotte’s wrist. His eyes met Jasper’s again, and the temptation of those full lips curled in a smile before he stepped away into the crowd.
“Focus,” Charlotte nudged him. “Or you’ll give him away.”
“Hmm?” Jasper glanced down at her.
“He’s here on a fake invite,” she flicked open her lace fan and fluttered it under her nose, hiding that she spoke. “I know everyone under thirty on the guest list, and I do not know him.”
“You don’t?” Jasper’s eyes tracked the Knave through the crowd, rubbing his fingers against his thumb in the memory of the other man’s hand in his. The Knave claimed a glass of champagne and sampled a hors d’oeuvres, standing angled as if he were part of a conversation, but not included. Their eyes met across the room and the other man smiled.
“Perhaps he is the plus one of someone?” Jasper’s cheeks heated and he was grateful for the mask.
“You can’t be that foolish, Jasper,” she snapped her fan shut and rapped him on the shoulder sharply with it. “He is one of us, but not one of us, which only really leaves one answer as to who he is. The question is he here as some stupid dare amongst his peers, in which case he’s harmless, and we can let him be. Or is he here to cause mischief and to disrupt the party? It’s your job therefore to determine which one.”
“And how do I do that?” Jasper wondered.
She rolled her eyes heavenward. “Try talking to him. Off you run now,” she flicked her fan around and jabbed him in the hip with it, nudging him forwards. “And remind him that he owes me a dance.”
“Talk to him,” Jasper said to himself under his breath.
The Knave had moved to a back wall, near one of the doorways out onto the balcony, the filmy curtains billowing a little in the breeze. His eyes were on Jasper, and his smile smoldered.
“Fuck,” Jasper whispered, feeling his body heat and his cock strain against his trousers making him grateful for the ridiculously stiff coat. As he drew nearer, the Knave took a champagne bottle out of the ice-bucket and then, without breaking eye contact with Jasper, stepped backwards through the curtains.
Jasper glanced around him. The first dance was just starting, and all eyes were on the center of the room where the dancers were gathering. He saw Charlotte step out with a King of Spades, and the approval that rippled through the audience. He slipped under the edge of the curtains into the cooler night. There was no one on the balcony, the sandstone still holding puddles from the recent rain that was no doubt responsible for the absence.
He saw the Knave take the stairs down to the garden and cross the grass to the maze, pausing to raise the champagne bottle. “Thirsty, King of Shiny Things?” He teased. “I hear there’s a folly in the center of this maze. I bet you know the way to get to it. I’ll share the champagne with you if you show me.”
Jasper looked up at where the roof of the folly was visible amongst the winding green and then at the Knave. “It will be a thirsty walk,” he replied.
“Will it be?” The Knave’s teeth flashed in a grin, and he stepped into the entrance of the maze.
Jasper glanced over his shoulder at the house, it’s windows all lit in a brilliant display of excess, the music carrying across the garden to where he stood. His parents would be angry at his absence, he knew. But… He looked into the maze. The Knave had reached the first intersection and was about to turn right. “Left,” he said and trotted to catch up. “Take the first left.”
“Left,” the Knave repeated with a smile. “But it’s a dead end down there.”
“It looks like a dead end,” Jasper agreed stepping past him and heading down the maze. “But like any good labyrinth…” He waited until the Knave joined him, the final steps into the dead end revealing a parting in the hedge. “Not everything is as it seems.”
The Knave chucked and slid through the narrow opening.
“Turn right at the pawn,” Jasper told him as he followed. “I am Jasper, by the way. What is your name?”
“Isn’t that the point of a masked ball?” The Knave replied, pausing by the stone statue of the chess piece, and stroking his hand over the rounded top suggestively, whilst smiling and holding Jasper’s eyes. “That names and faces don’t matter.”
“You know my name,” Jasper pointed out trying not to get flustered by the sensual promise behind the other man’s flirtations. “It’s only fair that I know yours.”
“I did not ask for your name, you gave it to me,” the Knave replied lightly, pausing at the next intersection, standing precisely in the centre of the path so that when Jasper slid past, their bodies brushed against each other, and Jasper breathed in the skin-warmed scent of bergamot and spice.
He felt the Knave’s free hand rest briefly on his hip before the completion of his step took him away from that subtle touch. It had been enough though, combined with the Knave’s subtle aftershave, to spike fire through Jasper and he decided to stop playing around.
“This way,” he said, and led the way through the next three turns. “There isn’t actually a way to the folly from the maze, the ring is unbroken all the way around,” he told the Knave as they reached the inner hedge. “But,” he stepped through where the hedge was layered, set slightly in front of each other, creating the illusion of an unbroken circle, but the weave of the branches thin enough to pass through. “If you know the secrets of the maze, you know how to get through.”
“Not great on the clothes, though,” the Knave commented as he followed Jasper through, the branches scraping and trying to cling.
“No,” Jasper looked up at the folly. “But I don’t normally come here in evening wear.”
The Knave laughed, wild and wicked. A siren’s call. Jasper knew enough about the world to know that he was being reckless. He didn’t know the Knave’s name, nor had he even looked upon his face. Plus, Jasper wasn’t out to his family or his pack, and, if Charlotte was right, the Knave was from the Morrison pack, their enemy…
If this was a fated mate, fate had a bad sense of humor.
It might not matter, he told himself. It might improve the relationship between the packs, even, for the future Compton pack leader to take a Morrison pack member as his mate. And if it didn’t then the Knave could change packs and come live with Jasper. Jasper’s parents would be crushed to learn of Jasper’s sexuality, but Charlotte would have children, and Jasper could name one of them his heir… It could work, he told himself. It could.
“Come,” he held out his hand in invitation. “Come inside.”
Jasper“Wow,” the Knave commented from behind him. “Look at this place.”The folly had been built as a conservatory in the shape of an octagon, the roof domed dramatically high overhead, and the floor an elaborate mosaic of brightly colored tiles forming flowers, leaves, and curling vines. Roses grew up the supporting pillars to the roof as a testimony to its origins, although they were the only things still growing there other than the marijuana plant in the bathroom that Jasper had brought home with him from college.In his teen years, Jasper had claimed the space as his art studio, fitting it out with lights and a stereo, a bathroom, and a kitchenette. During his last holidays at home, he’d added the wrought iron bed, which had meant that he could work at his art for as long into the night as he liked, without waking anyone from the household with his comings and goings.And that was what he had done since coming home. He spent his days and nights painting, falling into bed when he
ReidThings had not gone to plan Reid acknowledged as he teased his tongue over Jasper Compton’s cock, gathering the subtly-sweet precum that gathered in his slit, but this was better. This was… fucking amazing, he growled his enjoyment as he sucked Jasper’s cock into his mouth and the other alpha arched, his head thrown back, the tumble of his golden-brown hair spreading like silk over the mattress, and his stomach muscles rigid against the skin.Jasper was a feast of a man, all long, lean limbs and smooth honey-toned skin, and Reid did not know where to rest his eyes as he braced over him, pressing Jasper’s cock into the roof of his mouth, his tongue firmly against Jasper’s frenulum so that each bob of his head dragged along the raphe line from stem to tip, coating Jasper’s cock in saliva and causing the Compton puppy to sob on his moans.The triangle of Jasper's jaw was perfection, the movement of Adam's apple in the exposed length of the throat, the delicately muscled chest and st
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
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