ReidHis wolf-form’s vision cast the night in shades of grey, black, and white as he ran along the sand. The waves soft whisper dimmed beneath the pant of his breath, the beat of his heart, and the pound of his footfalls. His nose was filled with the scents of the water, the sharp briny scent of seaweed, and somewhere the wet, slightly sweet smell of some creature rotting.He loved to run along the sand, feeling the grit of it give beneath the pads of his feet, the spray of it kicking up behind him. He loved the way the moon reflected in the water, the sparkle and splash as fish leaped in pursuit of the bugs that flittered over its surface. Summers were spent on this beach, surrounded by the pack, the children playing in the shallows, the sun baking his skin until he took to the water to cool off. And almost every full moon of his adult life, he had joined the pack to run across the night-cool sand.He could hear other wolves around him, see them in his peripheral vision, identifying
ReidReid fixed himself a coffee in the kitchen. He wanted whiskey but had to pace his drinking. Although werewolves’ heightened metabolisms meant that they processed alcohol faster than humans, it did not mean that they could not get drunk. It was going to be a long night, and he wasn’t going to get much sleep before the morning when shit was going to happen. So, coffee was a smart move to start off his night.Marcella sang along happily in her luxurious baritone to the stereo as she finished getting ready. Through the open bedroom door, he could see that she had chosen a blonde-bombshell styled wig and was fixing her eyelashes leaning forward towards the mirror dressed in a skin-toned lace corselette, suspender belt, and stockings.“Do you want a coffee?” He called out.“Coffee, darling?” She sneered, rolling her eyes. “God no. Pour me a whiskey.”He laughed and crossed to the buffet with his espresso. What the hell, he thought, and added a drop to his coffee as he poured hers.“Wow
Jasper It was a long and awkward limo ride. Jay kept up an easy, pleasant conversation with Charlotte and Tamara whilst Jasper tried to silently communicate with his dad how much Jay’s presence was fucking up his plans for the night. Sebastian avoided Jasper’s eyes, his attention on his phone. “Don’t you think?” Jay asked Jasper. “What?” Jasper jolted back into the conversation. “Don’t mind Jasper,” Charlotte laughed covering for him. “His mind is probably on his paints. Jay and I were just discussing another masquerade ball, Jasper, and what theme we should use. I was saying that I think a circus theme could be fun.” “Tacky,” Jay wrinkled his nose. “Horror movie Halloween.” “Just eww,” Charlotte rolled her eyes. “Vampires would be cool. Sort of an inside joke, werewolves pretending to be vampires, right?” Jay made a sound of disgust in the back of his throat. “What do you think mum?” Charlotte appealed to Anastasia. “I think it should be something soft, pretty, and romantic,”
JasperJasper bellied through the undergrowth, the pine needles clinging to his fur and the scent of deer in his nose. The herd was gathered in a little glade, the mothers making nests out of the grass in which they lay with their young, whilst the buck with his head of dangerous horns watched over them. The herd was restless, the mother’s eyes opening frequently and their ears twitching. They knew that the pack hunted the woods but counted on their stillness and camouflage to hide them from sight.This was not their night.The pack circled them. When the wolves were in position, downwind so that the keen noses of the deer could not detect them, they filled the gap so that their scent would reach the buck. Jasper saw the great beast tense, his head lifting, his nostrils sucking in as he identified the predators. The mothers and their babies became alert. For a moment, nothing happened, and then there was a break, and suddenly deer scattered wildly, and the wolves dived in, dodging the
ReidAs Jasper made his way up the stairs, Reid made his plans. He crossed in front of his mate, heading to the bar, keeping his back to Jasper. As he’d hoped, Jasper understood his intentions and made his way to the bar so that he stood at Reid’s side to order, very carefully not touching in any way.“Whiskey please,” Reid said to the bartender. “Not the cheap shit.”“Same,” Jasper added. “Not the cheap shit.”“Good choice,” Reid told him. “The cheap shit could strip paint. You don’t want to drink that unless you enjoy feeling like your brain has melted and your insides are outside in the morning.”Jasper laughed. “Definitely not in my plans for tomorrow morning,” he replied, his eyes dancing. Over Jasper’s shoulder, he saw Jay Turner with his two favorite shadows, Oscar, and Allen, crossing to join them, their expressions growing concerned as they saw Jasper next to Reid.“Hey Jay,” Reid leaned his elbow on the bar. “This one of yours,” he gestured to Jasper with his head. “He’s got
Reid“Everyone’s staring at us,” Jasper said as he leaned in, his shoulder touching Reid’s. “Should we be worried?”That Reid Morrison and Jasper Compton were sharing a table, and a bottle of whiskey, and were intensely talking together had not escaped any werewolf in the vicinity’s notice. Reid could see people below them looking up and exchanging comments, and the other tables around them leaned in together whispering and watching.Fuck them, Reid thought. As long as he and Jasper didn’t kiss, at this stage, they were in the clear to enjoy themselves. That they’d shuffled their chairs closer and leaned into each other to talk was unremarkable because of the noise of the venue – everyone else was doing the same.“Nah,” Reid shook his head. “They’re wondering what the Compton puppy has to say to Reid Morrison.”“That he can’t wait to suck his cock as soon as we get out of here?” Jasper suggested.Reid burst into laughter. “Is that so?” He said on the tail of it, leaning even closer. “
JasperThe fight was brutal with the two opponents evenly matched. The sawdust on the floor showed the tracks and slides and falls of their battle and was sprayed with blood. The two men sweated and bled, their muscular bodies pressing tight, straining against each other.“Time!” The ring master called, breaking them up. Each combatant went to opposite sides of the ring where their support team wiped them down and offered water whilst they sat and recuperated, their eyes glued to each other as they continued the battle mentally.“I’ll be back,” Reid gripped Jasper’s shoulder as he rose.Jasper watched as his mate threaded his way down the stairs and through the crowd to where Marcella flirted with the omega. They exchanged words, Marcella glaring up at Jasper. Reid’s body language was conciliatory. Marcella knew, Jasper thought, and disapproved of their plans.“This is an interesting development,” Jay slid into Reid’s empty seat. “You and Morrison are thick as thieves over here. What
Jasper“Fuck,” Reid’s exclamation was all breath and Jasper grinned as he slid his hand higher up Reid’s thigh, over where his cock strained the material of his trousers, rasping his nails over the knap of the fabric. He reached over and Reid wriggled back in his seat, aiding Jasper to release the button of his trousers and ease the fly down.“Don’t crash the car,” Jasper teased as he eased Reid’s cock free, squeezing it in his fist in a stroke from base to tip before running the pad of his thumb up the sensitive frenulum and over the smooth skin of the head, discovering a slick of pre-cum and spreading it.He lifted his thumb and ran it over Reid’s lips. “Can you taste how much you want me?”Reid sucked his thumb into his mouth, capturing it between his teeth and biting down just firmly enough to indent the skin before releasing it. “Oh yeah,” his voice was a growl. “You taste better though.”“I disagree, but let’s find out,” Jasper released his seatbelt.“Fuck, what are you… Oh, fuc