Jasper Jasper’s heart raced wildly in his chest. His skin was on fire, sweat beading across his brow and in the hollow of his throat. His nipples stung, pinched by clamps, and his balls felt unfamiliarly heavy, weighed down by a device that Jasper was only passingly familiar with but that the Knave had called a stretcher. It was a different sensation, one which when the Knave had first put the device on him, Jasper hadn’t been entirely sure that he liked, but as he lay there, the tightness of its hold, the weighted feel, preoccupied him, made him ache and tingle, and watching as the Knave applied one to himself had left a string of pre-cum leaking from Jasper that was slowly trailing its way over a mushroomed cockhead made glossy by saliva and lube. The muscles flowed under the silk of the Knave’s skin as his mate moved around the bed, taunting Jasper with the toys in between sips of champagne that he occasionally shared with Jasper. The Knave was taking his time, leaving Jasper in
JasperJasper leaned against the padded bed head next to the Knave and sipped champagne. It was incredibly intimate, their legs and their shoulders casually touching whilst feeling his cock heavy and sticky with lube on his thigh, and the still vibrating plug in his arse, and knowing that when they had both recovered, they’d slide back down the bed and fuck again.Jasper turned his head and leaned into the Knave, breathing in the rich scent of his hair before nuzzling into his cheek. He could smell the salt of the Knave’s sweat and the sweetness of the lube against the sharp earthiness of cum. It made him want to drag his tongue over the Knave’s skin, to taste the saltiness of him and wash it down his throat with the champagne.“This is trouble,” the Knave said softly, and Jasper felt a flutter in his chest, part anxiety, and part hope, that the Knave would bring up their mate bond and want to discuss it… But then the Knave chuckled. “You are entirely too sexy for your own good,” he c
ReidReid’s moan was muffled by the cushion. Jasper threaded their fingers, pinning their hands on either side of Reid’s head, holding his weight on them as he ground his hips into Reid, his breath panted and his body slick with sweat. Each thrust pressed Reid’s cock against the grinder, the textured surface squelching with lube. Combined with the fact that the Compton puppy had perfected the angle and movement Reid liked against his prostate, he was fighting not to cum before Jasper did.Jasper’s cry was gritty and broken, and Reid echoed it, the spark through his balls dragged out by the stretcher that he wore, so that the orgasm prolonged, curling his toes, and he grunted through the pump of cum, feeling the warm spread of liquid against his stomach as Jasper sagged over him.His mate’s breath was panted wetly against his shoulder. “Fuck,” Jasper whispered.“Yeah,” Reid’s lips curled in a grin. “Fuck. My balls might never recover from tonight.”“This morning,” Jasper replied. His c
ReidAfter breakfast, they shared a shower, bringing each other to orgasm in the process of washing, and then kissed a lingering goodbye at the door, both wearing rings of jasper that promised that they were going to make their star-crossed mate bond work, before parting until that night.On the way out, Reid extended the booking of the room for a week. Their little love den, he thought fondly. They would have to find a better solution in the long run, but the Paragon would do for the time being. Perhaps they could buy an apartment on the border of both packs, something small and subtle where their comings and goings would pass unnoticed…He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he drove to Marcella’s, enjoying the weight of the ring, and propped himself in the corner of the elevator, examining the jasper in the light. “My mate,” he tried the words aloud in the small square, and almost jumped out of his skin as the bell dinged and the door opened.He let himself into Marcella’s
ReidReid stretched his legs out on the coffee table and leaned his head back on the couch, blowing rings of smoke whilst he scrolled through images of BDSM wear on his phone. Jasper had put his name on Reid’s finger, and Reid was determined to return the favor. A nice discrete slave collar, he thought, with a padlock that Reid had the key to… A harness caught his attention, and he leaned forward and stabbed out the joint in the ashtray.“Add to cart,” he grinned. The weed was giving him a nice buzz and influencing his online shopping, he admitted. But damn it, Jasper would look hot in that harness. “Hmph,” he swung his feet down and rose to standing before pacing the room restlessly.He wouldn’t think about the problems, he told himself. He’d just think about the night ahead.His phone beeped with a message. “Fuck,” he pulled a face as the images popped onto his screen. “Fuck I’m going to have to bleach my eyeballs.” Marcella had more than delivered. There was no way that Gregory Ren
JasperJasper had an image locked in his mind, of Reid reclining back against the cushions, the tangle of bedsheets over his thigh giving hints of cock and the stretcher around his balls, his smile seductive and his eyes smouldering.He sketched it out, perfecting the curve of the lip, the fall of shadow, the line of hair that crept down Reid’s stomach…The resulting image was an erotic fantasy on paper, sensuous and slightly lewd in a way that had Jasper’s cock remembering all the things Reid had done to it. He was on the edge of retreating to his bathroom with a handful of oil and jerking off when the light shifted within the folly, a shadow dragging along the floor as someone passed by the windows.“Shit,” Jasper hastily hid the sketch and sternly scolded his cock into submission. By the time Charlotte tapped her knuckles on the door, he had smothered his lusty thoughts and was able to answer it without any hint of what he’d been up to, and more important, where his mind had been.
JasperJasper could see that the street had once been one of the more exclusive in the area, and before that, had been the pack headquarters. The line of trees that would have framed the driveway, still stood to either side of the road, leading them towards the building at the end.Behind the trees, symmetrical, flat-fronted houses had been built, often wall-to-wall with their neighbor. Elegantly carved stairs led up to the front doors from the pavement, and down to the basement level where servants once would have dwelled, but which had been converted into accommodation.The houses showed the staining of modern life, the once bright stone smudged with grime and moss where guttering had fallen away or leaked. Paint flaked from window frames and doors, and the elaborate wrought iron fences collected litter in their bars. Many windows were boarded up, or postered over with everything from bands to sales.Spray paint ranged from someone’s bored, pointless destruction to the more artistic
ReidReid should never have had sex with Marcella, he admitted to himself, or he should have stopped it long before. He’d thought it was simple, just two people getting off together, but it had complicated the friendship.He’d been young and stupid when it had started, and it had continued almost like a habit. They’d both been schoolboys stealing drinks and getting stoned together in the back of their cars. A night of alcohol and drugs and two horny young alphas talking about sex in the back seat of Marcel’s car had led to experimenting on each other, exploring their sexuality under the guise of “working out what they liked”.The experiments had become bolder and more regular as they’d expanded into watching porn and had learned new techniques together. Reid knew that most best friends didn’t jerk each other off regularly to porn, but the sex between them was safe, a way to explore his sexuality with someone he knew would never betray him. It had given him the confidence to take other