The Alpha and the Envious Moon

ReidExpensive perfume, antiseptic and leather was a heady mixture of scent that went with the low, wild, and wickedly sensual throb of the music from the live band playing in the club beneath the apartment.Reid leaned his head against the head rest of the couch and arched his back, lifting his arse cheeks from the stick of the leather seat, his hand gripping in Marcella’s wig, feeling it slip and pull against the grip of the glue that held it in place. “Oh… There… Mhm, like that,” he directed her mouth on his cock through his hold on her hair.The forbidden held a special edge of appeal, he admitted to himself. Would he have found a blowjob by Marcella as exciting if he hadn’t have known that ever senior wolf in the pack would consider the act taboo? He didn’t know. But the taboo definitely added to the experience for him, as, he suspected, it did for Marcella.He kept his eyes closed, surrendering to the sensation, the warm, wet suck, the thrust into the hollow of mouth that ended

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“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

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

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