JasperJasper gripped Reid’s hips, taking some of Reid’s weight to aid his mate in riding the length of his cock. It was beautiful to see, both the way Jasper’s cock sank into Reid, but also the flex of muscles in Reid’s thighs as he lifted and lowered, the way his stomach muscles worked with the motion, the toss of golden hair across his face clinging to eyelashes and lips, blown out with Reid’s panted breath.“I want you under me,” Jasper gasped out. “I want you on your hands and knees.”He saw the flicker that passed over Reid’s face as his mate realized what that position would allow Jasper to do, and he lifted from Jasper’s cock, turning on the mattress to face the foot of the bed, presenting Jasper with the toned curve of his arse, the pucker slick and loosened from lube and Jasper’s cock.“Fuck,” Jasper stroked his palm over Reid’s back as he positioned himself between Reid’s legs. He gripped his cock in one hand and guided himself back into his mate, both of them groaning. The

ReidReid’s shoulder ached and throbbed and he woke vaguely puzzled by the source of the pain. Jasper’s sigh as he nuzzled closer into Reid’s back recalled the reason his shoulder hurt and Reid grinned, gripping the pillow with his fingers and pressing his face into it, smothering his gleeful euphoria as he remembered that he and Jasper had marked each other, completing the bond between them, and taking each other as mates.Jasper’s hand stroked down Reid’s ribs on its way to the curve of Reid’s arse, and Reid giggled into the pillow, surprised by the ticklish response. Jasper’s hand returned upwards mischievously, and Reid dissolved into laughter, rolling in an effort to escape the teasing fingers.They wrestled, laughing breathlessly, their limbs and hair tangling until the tone of the play changed and Reid lowered his mouth to Jasper’s.“My breath…” Jasper turned his head to the side evasively.“Mine too,” Reid replied. “Give me your mouth. I don’t care.” He met Jasper’s lips with

Reid“Marcel…” Tamara Morrison said softly, although Reid did not need the confirmation to know. He recalled how he had last seen Marcella. She had been angry at him and trying not to show it in front of the omega.No, he corrected himself. She had been betrayed. He knew it, he just didn’t want to face it. She had hoped that the evening would be spent together, and maybe that they would go home together. She had hoped that there would be a reconciliation between them and that he would choose her over Jasper.She had felt betrayed when it had become evident that Reid had arranged to meet Jasper there, and that he had intended to leave with Jasper, and not Marcella. Her anger had been because of her pain. He had known it then, and chosen to pretend not to understand, even to himself.Marcella had died angry with Reid, and…“Marcella,” Reid’s voice was a croak.“Marcella,” Tamara corrected herself. “During the fight, Jay Turner stabbed her. She died before help reached her.”Reid would n

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

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