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.

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

ReidClothing scattered behind them as they staggered back towards the bedroom. There was a craze behind the strip, behind the demand of mouths and hands and bodies, as they found each other’s skin, that Reid recognized as the mate bond strengthening and demanding satisfaction. The air was so heavy with pheromones exuded by both of them that he could taste it on his tongue, and on Jasper’s. If there was an omega in a five-mile radius they would send the poor soul into heat, he thought with amusement.Jasper’s wolf was in his eye, and he growled low in his throat as he nudged Reid’s knees apart, all sexy, ruffled alpha, and Reid grinned, showing his sharp incisors and premolars, before tangling their legs and twisting, seeking to drag Jasper under him.Jasper was having none of that, though, slippery as a snake against Reid, he rolled on the mattress, flipping Reid who laughed and surrendered as Jasper’s kissed under his jaw, and down his neck. For a moment, Jasper mouthed the meat of

Jasper“I came to the ball in order to meet you,” Reid leaned back in order to look over his shoulder at Jasper. He was sat in the v of Jasper’s legs, leaning back against Jasper’s chest whilst they worked their way through the room-service menu and watched TV. Jasper couldn’t recall a single moment of the show playing. They had spent the entire time talking and feeding each other, enjoying the intimacy left in the wake of sex and the mutual agreement that they were going to fight to make their relationship work.“You did?” Jasper took a bite of a chocolate-dipped strawberry.“Yes. Because of the shit going on between our packs, I had wanted to… you know,” Reid looked away. “I wanted to use you to find out what the Comptons pack were up to.”“Oh…” Jasper chewed and swallowed the strawberry. It seemed to stick in his throat. He coughed slightly and leaned to the side in order to reach his champagne glass. The champagne washed the obstacle away, but not the problem. “About that…”“I kno

ReidReid’s heart was in his throat when he knocked at Marcella’s door before the run. She opened it, wearing her satin dressing-gown. “I was just getting ready,” she turned and walked back into the apartment, leaving the door open behind her.For a moment, relief robbed Reid of the ability to reply, seeming to drag heavily through him, before he pulled himself together and cleared his throat, tapping a cigarette out of his holder as he followed her inside. “I’m early.”The apartment was different. Clean, and the furniture had been rearranged. He raised his eyebrows as he lit his cigarette. “Looks good in here.”“It was time for a change,” she said from her bedroom. He could just see her through the partially open door as she leaned towards the dresser mirror as she applied her makeup. “I was stuck in a rut. I needed a fresh start.”She wasn’t talking about the furniture, Reid thought regretfully as he poured them both a measure of whiskey. “Marcella,” he said. “I am sorry. I did not