บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha and the Envious Moon: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

JasperJasper took the limo, mainly because Gerald, the driver, was generally insightful and knew everything there was to know about the city. As he slid across the leather backseat, he met Gerald’s eyes in the rearview. “Help,” he said immediately.“How may I be of assistance, Master Jasper?” Gerald’s amusement was indulgent and friendly.“I need a gift. I want it to be special. Something that will last, but something discrete. And I need it by tonight.” Jasper wanted to ensure that when they parted in the morning, the knave had something with him that connected him to Jasper. What he truly wanted was to sink his teeth into his mate, to claim him as his, but he knew that would not be wise. He needed to court the knave first, learn about him, starting with his name… And whilst he was doing that, he needed to begin easing his parents towards the idea of not just a male mate but one from the Morrison pack.Small steps, Jasper, he told himself.“Well,” Gerald considered the problem. “It

ReidThe clothing Marcella had given him was typical of Marcel. Leather-look trousers that fit so closely that they left nothing to the imagination, and a black shirt that looked discrete until it was put on and the first button started between Reid’s nipples. He laughed at his reflection as he scraped his hair back into a ponytail.She was waiting for him and whistled as he stepped out of the bathroom. “Looking sexy-as, Reid,” she purred. “You should wear my old clothes more often.”Reid snorted. “I can just imagine my dad’s face if I start dressing like Marcel. All right,” he picked up his phone and wallet from the coffee table. “See you later.”“Where are you off to in such a hurry?” Marcella pouted.“I need to pick up some supplies for tonight.”“Supplies?” Her puzzled frown darkened as she connected the dots. “Fucking hell, Reid. How far are you going to take this?”“Chill out, ‘Cella,” Reid opened the door. “It’s going to be fine.”“Wait,” she grabbed her purse and pursued him o

ReidJasper didn’t even hesitate to be strapped down to the bed, his eyes on Reid’s face and his fingers curling to caress Reid’s hands and wrists as Reid tightened the buckles. Part of Reid wanted to berate the other man for being a fool. Jasper Compton didn’t know who Reid was, and yet he’d come to a hotel room, and allowed Reid to strip him bare and tie him down. A few photos, a video of the Compton heir naked, hard, and tied down in BDSM sex play circulated on social media would fuck the Comptons up well and truly. It was naïve and stupid of the Compton puppy to not realize that, to think with his cock and not his brain.Reid trailed his fingertips over Jasper’s chest, down the corrugation of his ribs, along the sensitive side of his stomach to his hip bone. Jasper’s cock pulsed, nodding with each throb, a sticky string of precum following gravity over the curve of the head. Reid met Jasper’s eye as he gathered the droplet up with his fingertip, lifting it to his lips and licking

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

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