Reid
Reid had not taken five steps across the glossy marble tiles in the foyer, his own reflection spilling back to him in tones of amber from the bronzed tinted mirrors that were not all what they seemed, many leading into the monitoring rooms of the 24-hour security team, before he was greeted by his father’s personal assistant, Vincent.
“Master Reid,” Vincent fell into step with Reid as they crossed the foyer and pressed the button for the Morrison’s private elevator. “Your father asked for you.”
Vincent’s hair had begun to recede two decades before, and despite several efforts to resurrect the hairline of his youth, he was fighting a losing battle – something that Vincent found humiliating, Reid suspected, as in his other form, Vincent was an impressively coated wolf. Probably because, from the neck down, Vincent was also an impressively haired man.
Marcella, after a few too many champagnes, had confirmed what Reid had long suspected – that Vincent was a wolf in more than one way, with an aggressive approach and a liking for young lovers. She had said that it wasn’t an encounter that she’d regretted however, and that the werewolf had some moves in the sack – and now Reid had a hard time not speculating about the body beneath the tidy suit that Vincent wore like armour.
“So, my mother said in her message. I was at the Damiano’s club, and headed straight here,” Reid said as the doors opened, and they stepped inside.
“How is Mr Damiano?” Vincent asked as the lift began to rise, the apparently polite enquiry not hiding the disapproval shared by many older werewolves of Marcella’s transition.
“Ms Damiano is excellent,” Reid replied, and couldn’t help but add, mischievously, knowing that the other man would know precisely what he meant by it. “A true artiste, wouldn’t you say?”
Sure enough, in the mirror, Vincent’s eyes flicked his way and then back to the doors, his expression stoic. “I did not know that Marcel painted.”
“I’d call it more… sculpting,” Reid taunted. He waited until the elevator pinged. “With her tongue.”
The doors opened and Reid strode out, with the other werewolf on his heels.
The entrance to their apartment was elegant, scented with the expensive lily floral arrangement that stood upon the marble table, the jewel-toned velvet upholstered chairs casually arranged around a low table artfully disguising that this was, essentially, a waiting room, for those seeking audience with their lead alpha, and as such, was also heavily guarded both by the receptionist who had gone home for the day, leaving her walnut desk glossily tidy, the chair neatly pressed in, and by the ever-present security guards, who opened the door for Reid and Vincent as they stepped out of the elevator.
On the other side of the door was a carefully curated space designed to impress upon those who entered that the lead alpha was not someone to mess with. The reclaimed antique parquetry floor and wood panelled walls holding an array of glass-topped cases displaying weaponry throughout a very long history of Morrison werewolves.
Most of it was fake, Reid knew, the blades blunted, the guns models that were incapable of firing a shot, as it would not do to accidentally arm someone on their way to an audience with the alpha, but the effect was impressive none-the-less, communicating both the antiquity of their people, and their violent natures.
Normally Reid would take the door to the left, which led to the private apartment of his family. However, he had been summoned, and that meant taking the door to the right, instead, to the offices of his father.
Even at the late hour, the office staff, unlike the receptionist, had not gone home. As he passed down the hallway, he saw the reason for the late working night – the pack’s accountant and financial planners were both busily tapping away at their laptops in one of the offices, sitting across from each other, with the office staff hovering in attendance.
“Late night in the office,” Reid commented lightly to Vincent, hoping to shake free a hint of what was going on.
“Mhm,” Vincent agreed unhelpfully before knocking on the double doors at the end of the hallway.
“Enter.”
Vincent opened only one side of the door, and Reid slipped inside. His father’s office, like everything on this side of the private rooms, was designed to impress and intimidate, the wood dark, the shelves heavy with leather bound books and expensive trinkets, the curtains thick and obscuring the city view, and the rugs hand-woven silk.
Claud looked up from his laptop and rose to his feet. A tall, lean man, like Reid, his blonde hair leaning more to silver with age, and his beard neatly maintained. Even at this hour, in his own home, Claud wore a pristine three-piece suit that was so crisp and fresh it might have been freshly donned. His hair was still smoothly tamed back from his sharp boned face and his eyes were just as keen despite the whiskey glass that he held in one hand as they had been in the morning when coffee had been the beverage of choice.
Claud rounded the table in inhaled near Reid. “You’ve been whoring.”
“Expensive whore,” Reid replied. “That’s Indian agarwood, Turkish rose, and sandalwood that you’re smelling. The price tag of that particular scent is enough to make a man weep.” He should know, he’d bought it for Marcella’s birthday.
“Hmm. Where have you been tonight?” Claud leaned his hips against his desk. He did not offer Reid a whiskey.
“The Wicked Moon nightclub,” Reid said without hesitation.
“Hmm. And how is Marcel?”
“Marcella,” Reid corrected. “Is doing well.”
Claud made a sound of disgust in the back of his throat. “In my day, boys were boys and girls were girls, and there were two genders. Am I wrong, Vincent?”
“Not wrong,” Vincent agreed from where he waited by the door.
“And now werewolf alphas are wearing dresses,” Claud sneered. “And high heels and…” He gestured to Reid.
“Indian agarwood perfume?” Reid suggested mildly well used to the lecture.
“Ridiculous. How Brando and Maria Damiano can hold their heads up in public, I don’t know,” Claud snorted. “Whilst Marcel continues with this ridiculous farce and dress up.”
“Dad,” Reid decided it was time to change the subject. “You wanted to see me?”
“Hmm,” Claud finished his whiskey and rounded his desk, resuming his seat. “I did,” he confirmed as he poured another two fingers into his glass and scrutinized the color of the liquid through the cut crystal. “Two things, Reid. The first is that there is a very important business deal underway. One that the Comptons are trying to undercut us on,” his lip curled.
The Comptons were the other pack that shared the city. It was unheard of for two packs to share territory so closely and was a recipe for disaster. Historically, however, they had been distant neighbours, and had, at that time, been congenial. However, with the growth of the human population, two cities had merged into one, bringing the Comptons, of the West side, against the Morrisons on the East, and neither pack liked the arrangement.
Territory, business, and property was hotly contested, with the arguments occasionally bursting out into violence between pack members.
“Sure, dad,” Reid said automatically. “What’s new?”
“What’s new is that Jasper Compton has just graduated from college and is on his way home,” Claud replied irritably. “Combined with tension over this business deal, it’s important that we remember that business is business, but family is untouchable.”
“Sure dad,” Reid frowned. Business was business, pack or in the human world, but werewolves did not attack the other pack leader’s family and heirs was a rule that historically both packs had agreed to and upheld. “What are you worried about?”
Claud drew in a breath and release it slowly. “I am merely making sure to remind our alphas that no matter how heated things get, Jasper Compton is untouchable.”
ReidBefore he returned to his evening, Reid crossed to the family side of the apartment. The moment that he opened the door, the sound of Bizet’s Carmen had his raising his eyebrows and sliding a look at Vincent who still accompanied him.Vincent shrugged slightly. “What preoccupies the king, preoccupies the queen,” he murmured.Reid grumbled his response as he crossed the generously sized lounge room with it’s elegant kitchen, to the glass conservatory that rattled with the sound of the opera. As he entered, he ordered the stereo to silence, and in the stillness that fell, he could hear the trickle of water from the automated watering system, but above it, the snip of shears.He followed that last sound around to where his mother was dead heading the roses.She looked up as he approached. “You got my message.”“I did,” he stooped and picked up a bloom that she’d deadheaded early, the bud at perfection. He breathed in the scent, before tucking it’s stem into his lapel. “What’s the pr
Jasper“This is… Ah,” Jasper pulled a face, gesturing out with his hands, causing the tailor to pause in his adjustments of the fit of the jacket. “I mean,” he continued apologetic to the man. “It’s very nice, I’m sure, but…”“You are the King of Diamonds,” Charlotte laughed at him, flicking the lace fan that she held, the hearts unfolding into a chain of blood-like red against the froth of white. “You have to sparkle, Jasper.”“Yeah,” he drew the word out. “I think I outsparkle the sun in this costume however.” The suit was black, thankfully, but it was embroidered with gold thread and sequins and crystals competed to outshine each other, stiffening the fabric. The trousers were so form-fitting that they left nothing to the imagination, and the waistcoat was cut to emphasize that.The jacket, with it’s stiff fabric, when buttoned offered some relief, covering what felt to be the emphasis of his groin. The tailor, however, was folding back the hem with the obvious intention to pin it
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 wit
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
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