Another Fate
by Laura Spudzmom
Chapter 2
Warm, questing lips and the pink tip of a tongue trailed a maddening path, nipping and sucking on his neck as a firm hand gripped his length, expertly stroking him to heady, dizzying incoherence.
His breath gusted from him as he uttered a name…the movement of his lips soundless as he struggled through the haze that always surrounded them in this place…
What wasn’t hazy was the feelings zinging through his body like tiny bolts of lightning, lighting every nerve into sharp awareness as that hand and lips and tongue continued to drive him to the point of pained pleasure.
Again, his lips moved, speaking something that remained stubbornly silent as his whole body arched, pearly jets of cum shooting from his cock as the torturous strokes slowed and eventually stopped.
Panting for unneeded air as he came down from his high, Jasper’s eyes snapped open as the sounds of feminine snickering pierced his consciousness. His gaze darted to the female in question as she arched a brow, her lips tilted in a knowing smirk. “Good meditation session today, my Prince?” she asked with a pointed look at the wet patch on the front of his sweats.
He rolled his eyes and climbed to his feet, stuffing his towel down into his waistband to wipe away what he could of the mess. “Fuck off Jane. Jealousy doesn’t suit you,” he said, tossing the towel in a bin on his way to the door.
“Oh yes,” she deadpanned, falling into step with him as they left the training room and entered the hall to the Royal wing. “It’s my greatest wish to cream myself during meditation. What gave it away?”
He smirked. “Watching me do it every day?” He glanced askance. “There’s gotta be something to that Jane. It’s not healthy. I’m concerned, truly.”
“Take your own advice, my Prince. Fuck off.”
He chuckled dryly. “I believe I just did.”
She smirked, her gaze focused steadfastly forward as they walked. “You’re shameless, my Prince.”
He pursed his lips and nodded with a careless shrug. “I got fucked into the ground in front of you the first time we met. What’s to be ashamed of or shy about after that?”
She glanced at him before casting her gaze back to the front as her lips twitched. “Don’t let Lord Caius hear you say that.”
He arched a brow and she shrugged. “He forbade anyone that was there that night from mentioning it…ever…on pain of torture and death.” She deepened her voice and curled her lip as she mimicked, “Anyone caught speaking of my Prince Consort’s claiming will face pain and destruction at my hand.”
Jasper’s brows inched up. “No shit…” he muttered, “That’s why no one’s ever mentioned it in all these years…
She shot him an arch look. “You never knew?”
“Nope.”
“Well…it’s no shit.” Then she grinned wickedly. “Although, Demetri hasn’t been able to keep his eyes off your ass since then.”
He groaned and rolled his head back, staring for a moment at the ceiling. “Jesus, not you too…”
She cocked a brow. “Someone else noticed?”
“Caius.”
“Oh fuck, poor Demi,” she muttered. Then she grinned, and it was chilling. “On second thought, the fucker still owes me money, so fuck him. I hope he gets caught looking.”
He shot her a jaundiced look. “Shit, you’re a sadistic little bitch.”
Her lips twitched into that little non-smile-smile again as she glanced at him. “Thank you.” With that, she took a sharp right, and began climbing the stairs to the guard quarters. “Good bye, my Prince…and happy meditations.”
Her cackling laughter echoed back to him as he kept walking, his head shaking as he smiled at her sadistic tendencies and decidedly twisted sense of humor. Yes, Jane was an odd and scary little bitch, but he’d come to love the little psycho since the night he’d literally put the fear of God into her.
When he reached his rooms, he entered quickly and went straight to the bathroom, flipping on the shower to heat the water as he stripped out of his training clothes.
Stepping under the spray, he groaned as the steaming water cascaded over his head and down his body. It’s true, the temperature of the water really didn’t affect vampires, but since arriving in Volterra all those years ago, he’d developed a preference for bathing in hot water. There was just something about it that made him feel a little more…civilized. Perhaps because it was the furthest thing from his time with Maria and bathing in glorified mud holes…
Shuddering at the memories as he soaped up, he struggled to escape those two scant years he’d been trapped there under his Sire’s cruel command and the horrors he’d seen and been made to commit.
With closed eyes, he tilted his face into the spray, wondering for probably the millionth time what his life would have been like if Caius and his guard contingent hadn’t shown up that night so long ago.
Well, he didn’t really have to wonder, did he?
He knew…
It would have been hell.
With a growl at the morose turn his thoughts had taken, he flipped off the tap and stepped out, wrapping a towel around his hips before walking into his bedroom.
As he was getting fresh clothes from the drawer, arms wrapped around him as warm lips placed a kiss on his damp neck. “Did you have a pleasurable training session, Tesorino?”
Grinning wickedly, he turned his head to look at his smirking mate. “I believe you know the answer to that, my Lord. You were there, after all.”
“Indeed, this connection we share can be rather…intriguing.”
A laugh gusted from Jasper as he looked at Caius. “Intriguing? That’s all you got?”
Mirth danced in Caius’s eyes as he mock glared. “Well, it can also be inconvenient to the extreme, Dolcezza, especially when Aro waltzes into my office uninvited.”
“Hm, try having Jane watch the whole time,” Jasper rejoined while dropping his towel to slip into black silk boxers.
Caius leaned against the dresser, crossing his arms over his chest. “Why do you allow her to be there?”
Jasper shrugged while stepping into some black trousers, noting with a stifled grin how his mate was eyeing his ass as he fastened the custom tailored slacks. “There isn’t much that can embarrass me, Caius, not since I’ve been fucked in public.”
Caius’s eyes narrowed. “It was hardly public, Tesorino, and their backs were turned.”
Jasper rolled his eyes. “Like that made a damn bit of difference.”
Caius cast him a sharp look. “Has anyone ever mentioned it?
Jasper arched a brow while slipping into a grey fitted shirt. “And have you remove someone’s tongue or worse? I don’t think so, my mercurial mate.”
“Who was it?” Caius hissed. “Whoever it was deserves punishment. They know better.”
Jasper smirked while buttoning and tucking his shirt. “This is a ridiculous conversation. What we’re discussing happened so long ago… And despite your warning, the entire castle probably knows and has for years. Drop it. It doesn’t bother me.”
“It bothers me,” Caius grumbled.
Jasper chuckled and nuzzled under Caius’s jaw with a quick nip and kiss before grabbing socks and shoes. “Well, don’t let it. It wasn’t your ass on display, and I’m able to defend my own honor, thanks,” he said archly while slipping his feet into his shoes.
“You’re mine, so technically…”
“Don’t finish that sentence,” Jasper warned, cutting him off. “I may be your mate, but you don’t own my ass, Caius. I still have the rights to it.”
Caius smirked, pulling him close and fondling said ass with a roaming hand. “Whatever makes you feel better, Tesorino,” he purred before slanting his mouth over Jasper’s, his tongue parting his mate’s blushing lips possessively.
Jasper groaned into the kiss, his hands pulling Caius closer as he ground himself against his platinum King.
“Take these clothes off,” Caius mumbled while trailing hot, wet kisses from Jasper’s lips, across his cheek and down the side of his neck.
Jasper’s head rolled back as he breathed out, “Shit, Caius…I just put them on…”
Caius’s hand came around and palmed Jasper’s hardening cock, drawing a hiss from him. “God damn it,” Jay growled, “you don’t play fair.”
Caius smirked, firmly stroking over his mate’s now decidedly rigid length. “I don’t…and never intend to.” His lips went back to Jasper’s neck, sucking firmly on the mating mark there as deft fingers worked the fastenings of those perfectly tailored slacks Jasper had just donned.
When they were open, Caius reached in and stroked Jasper’s hardened length as his lips trailed back to his mouth, taking his parted lips in another deep, aggressive kiss.
When they finally parted, Jasper growled and grasped his smirking King’s hand, dragging him over to their bed before beginning to undress him as Caius did the same for him. Clothing landed wherever it was thrown as they stripped between desperate kisses and sensual strokes of eager, questing hands.
When they were bare, Caius urged Jasper to lie back on the mattress, a deep, needy growl rumbling in his chest as he took in his mate’s body with his hungry, darkened gaze.
Jasper sucked in a breath, not only at the look in those eyes, but also the depth of love he felt from his mate in the moment. It was heady, intoxicating…flooding his psyche and touching his soul, and he never wanted it to end.
“Tu sei il mio cuore, la mia anima, il mio tutto…” (You are my heart, my soul, my everything…”) Caius whispered, his darkened eyes swirling with fierce, fiery passion as he moved to cover Jasper’s body, his hand rising to sweep a wayward curl from Jasper’s brow. As he rested his head against Jasper’s, he paused, their lips now millimeters apart, exchanging the very breath from their bodies, the very essence of their souls…
“Caius…” Jasper breathed, the emotions swirling between them nearly drowning him, yet also setting his soul to flight… “I love you…so damn much…” Plunging a hand in those platinum locks, he urged him into a kiss, their heads tilting while they nipped and sucked and tasted as the kiss seemed to sweep them away.
They were lost in each other, neither really caring, or wanting to be found.
Trailing kisses down Jasper’s neck, Caius blindly reached into the bedside table drawer, withdrawing a small pot of lube which he slicked his fingers with. As his lips and tongue played over a hardened bud on Jasper’s chest, he slid two fingers into him, causing Jasper to groan and arch against him. After mere moments of this, Jasper wrapped a leg over Caius’s hip, his eyelids lazy with lust as he urged, “Enough, my Lord, I am ready…”
With a kiss to those lips he loved so much, Caius nodded before sitting back on his heels between Jasper’s thighs, quickly slicking his straining cock before lining up and pressing forward. A pleasured hiss passed his lips as he sank into the welcoming heat of his mate. “Caius…” Jasper moaned, his hips tilting to take as much of his mate as he could. “Fuck, you feel good,” he breathed, his head thrown back as Caius began thrusting, expertly hitting that spot inside him with each snap of his hips.
Caius smirked, his arms circling under Jasper’s raised legs as he leaned forward, placing a kiss on his mate’s supple, parted lips as he murmured, “What a dirty mouth you have, Tesorino. Should I punish you?”
Jasper nipped at Caius’s full bottom lip, his tongue darting out to shamelessly lick the drop of blood he’d drawn as he met his mate’s red gaze. “Yes, my Lord, please do. I think I deserve to scream,” he said with a cocky smirk as Caius slowly but surely fucked him, “that is, if you’re up to it.”
A slow, wicked grin bloomed on Caius’s blush-red, glistening lips as he grasped Jasper’s hips and sat back on his heels, lifting his mate’s ass to just the right angle to give him what he wanted.
With Jasper’s legs supported in the crooks of his arms, he slowly pulled out to the tip before slamming home, eliciting a pleasingly loud “Fuck!” from Jasper who now had two fistfuls of tearing sheets in his hands. As he set a merciless pace, seating himself deep within his mate with each powerful thrust, something between a purr and a growl rumbled in his chest, his eyes growing darker the longer he watched his mate lose himself to the pleasure cycling between them.
“You are exquisite, Tesorino,” Caius purred while watching his cock disappear into Jasper’s willing, writhing body again and again.
“My Lord,” Jasper groaned, his eyes clenching shut as his muscles began spasming around Caius’s plunging length. “I’m going to…oh, fuck…yes!” he cried, his body tensing as he arched and came with a loud growl, his hands tearing into the mattress as Caius seated himself deeply, filling his mate with warm pulses of cum.
“Beautiful…” Caius breathed, staring down at Jasper as he panted through the waning waves of their pleasure. Still seated deeply, his cock still pulsing, a smile curved his lips as he took in the state of his younger lover; his eyes hooded, plump lips parted and golden curls in disarray…he looked thoroughly debauched, especially with cooling puddles of cum on the defined ripples of his belly. It made Caius hiss as he slowly slid himself from his lover’s slick heat.
A slow smirk quirked Jasper’s lips as Caius flopped down next to him, propping his head in his hand as he reached over to flip a stray curl off Jasper’s brow. “You look awfully pleased with yourself,” he observed while feeling the warm waves of satisfied pride rolling from his mate.
Caius grinned. “Oh, I am,” he affirmed with a quick kiss to Jasper’s lips. “I love nothing better than to see you after you’ve been thoroughly fucked.”
Jasper laughed. “God, but you are an arrogant peacock.”
Caius leaned in and nuzzled under Jasper’s jaw as he murmured, “Did I hear you say cock, Tesorino? Would you like another round? Is that what you’re hinting at?”
With another huffed out laugh, Jasper shoved his grinning mate and grabbed his discarded shirt to wipe the mess from his belly. “Shit, now I need another shower.”
Caius grabbed him and pulled him close, his hardening length pressed against Jasper’s hip as he nipped the mate mark on his neck. “No, I forbid it. I love it when you smell so strongly of me, my delectable Prince Consort.”
Jasper hopped out of Caius’s grasp, glancing back over his shoulder as he sauntered into the bathroom to clean up. “I always smell like you. Your mark makes sure of that. Isn’t that enough for you?” he asked, his voice carrying from inside the bathroom as he took care of more private matters. Once he had, he exited, noticing Caius’s satisfied smirk as he dressed in fresh clothes without having taken another shower.
Truth be told, Jasper loved smelling of Caius, so didn’t really mind forgoing the shower for the time being. He knew how much such a little concession pleased his mate and, though he joked and grumbled, he was proud to do so. Caius was a strong mate and a noble ruler and most importantly, Jasper loved him more than any other being in this world…
“What are your plans now, Tesorino?”
While tugging on clean trousers, Jasper glanced at his naked, lounging King, his eyes traveling the length of his deliciously toned body before meeting his amused, arrogant gaze. The blond King lifted a platinum brow and Jasper shook his head with an indulgent snort. “Well, seeing as how you have more meetings to attend with your brothers, I thought Jane and I could go for a hunt in the city. Perhaps check out a club afterward or something…”
Caius’s eyes narrowed. “She’ll stick with you this time?”
“I’m a big boy, Caius, remember? Captain of the Guard? Earned that rank by beating the asses of everyone who challenged me? Ringing any bells?”
“You’re also my mate, a Prince Consort of the Volturi, and thus a target. It’s never good to be alone, no matter how adept you are, Tesorino.”
With a sigh, Jasper nodded as he sat on the edge of the bed to slip on some shoes. “I get it. No one is invincible, blah, blah, blah…”
Caius chuckled. “Forever young in so many ways, Tesorino… Still, I love that rebellious, yet innocent edge you cling to.”
Jasper shot him a mock glare as he stood to don a jacket and tinted glasses before grabbing his phone to text Jane. “Tell her I will have her head if she does not stay with you,” Caius muttered while rising from the bed to get dressed.
“Fine,” Jasper mumbled as he tapped out a message with a smirk. “I’ve told her the grouchy old man insists she hold my hand the entire fucking time, how’s that?”
Straightening his tie, Caius returned his mate’s smirk. “You’ll pay for that later, Dolcezza.”
“Promises, promises,” Jasper quipped with a quick kiss goodbye before slipping out the door.
When he came within view of the exit, Jane was leaning against the doorframe, her typical unaffected look on her face until he got within scent range. She smirked while pushing open the door. “Jesus, did he piss on your leg, fair Prince?”
She scoffed a laugh, recovering her balance nicely as Jasper shoved her shoulder. “Fuck off, Janey.”
“Can’t,” she said while plucking a pair of glasses from the pocket of her black leather jacket. “You don’t swing my way and I don’t fly solo. It’s no fun.”
“Felix?” he questioned as they cut through the moderate early evening crowds.
“Nah,” she said as they turned right on a street that would lead them out of Volterra. “We tried once. The fucker’s huge, I’m not, it was awkward.”
He snorted at the mental image. “Okay, I’ll give you that.”
She side-eyed him. “Besides, his ass just doesn’t compare to yours.”
“My ass is quite fine,” he muttered with a smirk.
“Yeah, too bad it’s thoroughly owned by someone who won’t hesitate to kill over it.”
Jasper grinned. “He is pretty possessive, isn’t he?”
She snorted. “Understating…” She tilted her glasses down. “Where the hell are we going, anyway? You drag me into another wine tasting house, and I’m going to kick your culture seeking ass…my Prince.”
“Come on Janey, that older couple from Alabama was lovely and they thought you were just the cutest little thing…” he mocked in a high, southern accented voice.
She refused to even glance his direction. “You’re so very lucky I love you, Jasper. Others have died for less, I want you to know…”
He grinned, exposing that panty-dropping dimple in his cheek. “Oooh,” he said with a mock shiver, “I’m all affright.”
“Why do I put up with your sarcastic ass again?”
He placed a hand over his dead heart and gushed, “You love me, and since I entered your life, you’ve found meaning, a reason to go on…”
“Don’t push it,” she said with a lightning quick kick to his ass as he laughed. “Now, where are we going?”
His chuckles tapered to a smirk. “Pisa. I’m in the mood for some real night life and a challenging hunt.” He glanced at her. “Describe my target.”
She arched a brow as she thought. “Okay, female brunette, long hair, between 5’5” and 5’7”, slim but curvy, brown eyes…oh, and light skin—that’s a must.” She glanced at him. “Now, what about mine?”
He tapped his full bottom lip before smirking at her.
“Shit,” she muttered.
His smirk morphed into a grin. “This should make up for last time.”
She sighed, resigned to her fate. “Fine. Describe my target.”
“Male red hair—I mean as ginger as ginger can be—no cheating.”
“Fine,” she growled. “What’s the rest?”
“I’m getting there. Don’t rush me.”
She resisted an eye roll—barely.
“Okay, let’s see…” That finger tapped his lip again, then he glanced at her, mischief dancing in his eyes. “5’ to 5’2”…”
“What?! Jasper, going by your rules, kids aren’t allowed!”
He grinned. “That’s right.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “What are the odds of me locating a full grown adult male of that description?”
He looked smug. “Oh, I dunno, about the same as me finding a female, 6’4” but under 110lbs, with straight, jet black hair, a prosthetic god damned leg, and fucking braces on her teeth?”
He glared as she giggled—fucking giggled—at the memory of their last hunting challenge, and how he’d had to return home to suck down bagged blood. It had even pissed Caius off because he’d been in such a foul mood afterward. Some payback was due…
“Jesus, fine,” she grumbled but he held up a finger.
“Not so fast,” he quipped, “I’m not done yet.”
She growled…
He savored the moment…
“Let’s see, male, ginger, 5’ to 5’2”, no freckles…” she sighed, rubbing her brow and he continued, “and black, horn-rimmed glasses…” He grinned widely at her as she glared.
“Asshole,” she grumbled, following Jasper as he took off into the night, the sound of his laughter trailing in his wake.
Warm, questing lips and the pink tip of a tongue trailed a maddening path, nipping and sucking on his neck as a firm hand gripped his length, expertly stroking him to heady, dizzying incoherence.
His breath gusted from him as he uttered a name…the movement of his lips soundless as he struggled through the haze that always surrounded them in this place…
What wasn’t hazy was the feelings zinging through his body like tiny bolts of lightning, lighting every nerve into sharp awareness as that hand and lips and tongue continued to drive him to the point of pained pleasure.
Again, his lips moved, speaking something that remained stubbornly silent as his whole body arched, pearly jets of cum shooting from his cock as the torturous strokes slowed and eventually stopped.
Panting for unneeded air as he came down from his high, Jasper’s eyes snapped open as the sounds of feminine snickering pierced his consciousness. His gaze darted to the female in question as she arched a brow, her lips tilted in a knowing smirk. “Good meditation session today, my Prince?” she asked with a pointed look at the wet patch on the front of his sweats.
He rolled his eyes and climbed to his feet, stuffing his towel down into his waistband to wipe away what he could of the mess. “Fuck off Jane. Jealousy doesn’t suit you,” he said, tossing the towel in a bin on his way to the door.
“Oh yes,” she deadpanned, falling into step with him as they left the training room and entered the hall to the Royal wing. “It’s my greatest wish to cream myself during meditation. What gave it away?”
He smirked. “Watching me do it every day?” He glanced askance. “There’s gotta be something to that Jane. It’s not healthy. I’m concerned, truly.”
“Take your own advice, my Prince. Fuck off.”
He chuckled dryly. “I believe I just did.”
She smirked, her gaze focused steadfastly forward as they walked. “You’re shameless, my Prince.”
He pursed his lips and nodded with a careless shrug. “I got fucked into the ground in front of you the first time we met. What’s to be ashamed of or shy about after that?”
She glanced at him before casting her gaze back to the front as her lips twitched. “Don’t let Lord Caius hear you say that.”
He arched a brow and she shrugged. “He forbade anyone that was there that night from mentioning it…ever…on pain of torture and death.” She deepened her voice and curled her lip as she mimicked, “Anyone caught speaking of my Prince Consort’s claiming will face pain and destruction at my hand.”
Jasper’s brows inched up. “No shit…” he muttered, “That’s why no one’s ever mentioned it in all these years…
She shot him an arch look. “You never knew?”
“Nope.”
“Well…it’s no shit.” Then she grinned wickedly. “Although, Demetri hasn’t been able to keep his eyes off your ass since then.”
He groaned and rolled his head back, staring for a moment at the ceiling. “Jesus, not you too…”
She cocked a brow. “Someone else noticed?”
“Caius.”
“Oh fuck, poor Demi,” she muttered. Then she grinned, and it was chilling. “On second thought, the fucker still owes me money, so fuck him. I hope he gets caught looking.”
He shot her a jaundiced look. “Shit, you’re a sadistic little bitch.”
Her lips twitched into that little non-smile-smile again as she glanced at him. “Thank you.” With that, she took a sharp right, and began climbing the stairs to the guard quarters. “Good bye, my Prince…and happy meditations.”
Her cackling laughter echoed back to him as he kept walking, his head shaking as he smiled at her sadistic tendencies and decidedly twisted sense of humor. Yes, Jane was an odd and scary little bitch, but he’d come to love the little psycho since the night he’d literally put the fear of God into her.
When he reached his rooms, he entered quickly and went straight to the bathroom, flipping on the shower to heat the water as he stripped out of his training clothes.
Stepping under the spray, he groaned as the steaming water cascaded over his head and down his body. It’s true, the temperature of the water really didn’t affect vampires, but since arriving in Volterra all those years ago, he’d developed a preference for bathing in hot water. There was just something about it that made him feel a little more…civilized. Perhaps because it was the furthest thing from his time with Maria and bathing in glorified mud holes…
Shuddering at the memories as he soaped up, he struggled to escape those two scant years he’d been trapped there under his Sire’s cruel command and the horrors he’d seen and been made to commit.
With closed eyes, he tilted his face into the spray, wondering for probably the millionth time what his life would have been like if Caius and his guard contingent hadn’t shown up that night so long ago.
Well, he didn’t really have to wonder, did he?
He knew…
It would have been hell.
With a growl at the morose turn his thoughts had taken, he flipped off the tap and stepped out, wrapping a towel around his hips before walking into his bedroom.
As he was getting fresh clothes from the drawer, arms wrapped around him as warm lips placed a kiss on his damp neck. “Did you have a pleasurable training session, Tesorino?”
Grinning wickedly, he turned his head to look at his smirking mate. “I believe you know the answer to that, my Lord. You were there, after all.”
“Indeed, this connection we share can be rather…intriguing.”
A laugh gusted from Jasper as he looked at Caius. “Intriguing? That’s all you got?”
Mirth danced in Caius’s eyes as he mock glared. “Well, it can also be inconvenient to the extreme, Dolcezza, especially when Aro waltzes into my office uninvited.”
“Hm, try having Jane watch the whole time,” Jasper rejoined while dropping his towel to slip into black silk boxers.
Caius leaned against the dresser, crossing his arms over his chest. “Why do you allow her to be there?”
Jasper shrugged while stepping into some black trousers, noting with a stifled grin how his mate was eyeing his ass as he fastened the custom tailored slacks. “There isn’t much that can embarrass me, Caius, not since I’ve been fucked in public.”
Caius’s eyes narrowed. “It was hardly public, Tesorino, and their backs were turned.”
Jasper rolled his eyes. “Like that made a damn bit of difference.”
Caius cast him a sharp look. “Has anyone ever mentioned it?
Jasper arched a brow while slipping into a grey fitted shirt. “And have you remove someone’s tongue or worse? I don’t think so, my mercurial mate.”
“Who was it?” Caius hissed. “Whoever it was deserves punishment. They know better.”
Jasper smirked while buttoning and tucking his shirt. “This is a ridiculous conversation. What we’re discussing happened so long ago… And despite your warning, the entire castle probably knows and has for years. Drop it. It doesn’t bother me.”
“It bothers me,” Caius grumbled.
Jasper chuckled and nuzzled under Caius’s jaw with a quick nip and kiss before grabbing socks and shoes. “Well, don’t let it. It wasn’t your ass on display, and I’m able to defend my own honor, thanks,” he said archly while slipping his feet into his shoes.
“You’re mine, so technically…”
“Don’t finish that sentence,” Jasper warned, cutting him off. “I may be your mate, but you don’t own my ass, Caius. I still have the rights to it.”
Caius smirked, pulling him close and fondling said ass with a roaming hand. “Whatever makes you feel better, Tesorino,” he purred before slanting his mouth over Jasper’s, his tongue parting his mate’s blushing lips possessively.
Jasper groaned into the kiss, his hands pulling Caius closer as he ground himself against his platinum King.
“Take these clothes off,” Caius mumbled while trailing hot, wet kisses from Jasper’s lips, across his cheek and down the side of his neck.
Jasper’s head rolled back as he breathed out, “Shit, Caius…I just put them on…”
Caius’s hand came around and palmed Jasper’s hardening cock, drawing a hiss from him. “God damn it,” Jay growled, “you don’t play fair.”
Caius smirked, firmly stroking over his mate’s now decidedly rigid length. “I don’t…and never intend to.” His lips went back to Jasper’s neck, sucking firmly on the mating mark there as deft fingers worked the fastenings of those perfectly tailored slacks Jasper had just donned.
When they were open, Caius reached in and stroked Jasper’s hardened length as his lips trailed back to his mouth, taking his parted lips in another deep, aggressive kiss.
When they finally parted, Jasper growled and grasped his smirking King’s hand, dragging him over to their bed before beginning to undress him as Caius did the same for him. Clothing landed wherever it was thrown as they stripped between desperate kisses and sensual strokes of eager, questing hands.
When they were bare, Caius urged Jasper to lie back on the mattress, a deep, needy growl rumbling in his chest as he took in his mate’s body with his hungry, darkened gaze.
Jasper sucked in a breath, not only at the look in those eyes, but also the depth of love he felt from his mate in the moment. It was heady, intoxicating…flooding his psyche and touching his soul, and he never wanted it to end.
“Tu sei il mio cuore, la mia anima, il mio tutto…” (You are my heart, my soul, my everything…”) Caius whispered, his darkened eyes swirling with fierce, fiery passion as he moved to cover Jasper’s body, his hand rising to sweep a wayward curl from Jasper’s brow. As he rested his head against Jasper’s, he paused, their lips now millimeters apart, exchanging the very breath from their bodies, the very essence of their souls…
“Caius…” Jasper breathed, the emotions swirling between them nearly drowning him, yet also setting his soul to flight… “I love you…so damn much…” Plunging a hand in those platinum locks, he urged him into a kiss, their heads tilting while they nipped and sucked and tasted as the kiss seemed to sweep them away.
They were lost in each other, neither really caring, or wanting to be found.
Trailing kisses down Jasper’s neck, Caius blindly reached into the bedside table drawer, withdrawing a small pot of lube which he slicked his fingers with. As his lips and tongue played over a hardened bud on Jasper’s chest, he slid two fingers into him, causing Jasper to groan and arch against him. After mere moments of this, Jasper wrapped a leg over Caius’s hip, his eyelids lazy with lust as he urged, “Enough, my Lord, I am ready…”
With a kiss to those lips he loved so much, Caius nodded before sitting back on his heels between Jasper’s thighs, quickly slicking his straining cock before lining up and pressing forward. A pleasured hiss passed his lips as he sank into the welcoming heat of his mate. “Caius…” Jasper moaned, his hips tilting to take as much of his mate as he could. “Fuck, you feel good,” he breathed, his head thrown back as Caius began thrusting, expertly hitting that spot inside him with each snap of his hips.
Caius smirked, his arms circling under Jasper’s raised legs as he leaned forward, placing a kiss on his mate’s supple, parted lips as he murmured, “What a dirty mouth you have, Tesorino. Should I punish you?”
Jasper nipped at Caius’s full bottom lip, his tongue darting out to shamelessly lick the drop of blood he’d drawn as he met his mate’s red gaze. “Yes, my Lord, please do. I think I deserve to scream,” he said with a cocky smirk as Caius slowly but surely fucked him, “that is, if you’re up to it.”
A slow, wicked grin bloomed on Caius’s blush-red, glistening lips as he grasped Jasper’s hips and sat back on his heels, lifting his mate’s ass to just the right angle to give him what he wanted.
With Jasper’s legs supported in the crooks of his arms, he slowly pulled out to the tip before slamming home, eliciting a pleasingly loud “Fuck!” from Jasper who now had two fistfuls of tearing sheets in his hands. As he set a merciless pace, seating himself deep within his mate with each powerful thrust, something between a purr and a growl rumbled in his chest, his eyes growing darker the longer he watched his mate lose himself to the pleasure cycling between them.
“You are exquisite, Tesorino,” Caius purred while watching his cock disappear into Jasper’s willing, writhing body again and again.
“My Lord,” Jasper groaned, his eyes clenching shut as his muscles began spasming around Caius’s plunging length. “I’m going to…oh, fuck…yes!” he cried, his body tensing as he arched and came with a loud growl, his hands tearing into the mattress as Caius seated himself deeply, filling his mate with warm pulses of cum.
“Beautiful…” Caius breathed, staring down at Jasper as he panted through the waning waves of their pleasure. Still seated deeply, his cock still pulsing, a smile curved his lips as he took in the state of his younger lover; his eyes hooded, plump lips parted and golden curls in disarray…he looked thoroughly debauched, especially with cooling puddles of cum on the defined ripples of his belly. It made Caius hiss as he slowly slid himself from his lover’s slick heat.
A slow smirk quirked Jasper’s lips as Caius flopped down next to him, propping his head in his hand as he reached over to flip a stray curl off Jasper’s brow. “You look awfully pleased with yourself,” he observed while feeling the warm waves of satisfied pride rolling from his mate.
Caius grinned. “Oh, I am,” he affirmed with a quick kiss to Jasper’s lips. “I love nothing better than to see you after you’ve been thoroughly fucked.”
Jasper laughed. “God, but you are an arrogant peacock.”
Caius leaned in and nuzzled under Jasper’s jaw as he murmured, “Did I hear you say cock, Tesorino? Would you like another round? Is that what you’re hinting at?”
With another huffed out laugh, Jasper shoved his grinning mate and grabbed his discarded shirt to wipe the mess from his belly. “Shit, now I need another shower.”
Caius grabbed him and pulled him close, his hardening length pressed against Jasper’s hip as he nipped the mate mark on his neck. “No, I forbid it. I love it when you smell so strongly of me, my delectable Prince Consort.”
Jasper hopped out of Caius’s grasp, glancing back over his shoulder as he sauntered into the bathroom to clean up. “I always smell like you. Your mark makes sure of that. Isn’t that enough for you?” he asked, his voice carrying from inside the bathroom as he took care of more private matters. Once he had, he exited, noticing Caius’s satisfied smirk as he dressed in fresh clothes without having taken another shower.
Truth be told, Jasper loved smelling of Caius, so didn’t really mind forgoing the shower for the time being. He knew how much such a little concession pleased his mate and, though he joked and grumbled, he was proud to do so. Caius was a strong mate and a noble ruler and most importantly, Jasper loved him more than any other being in this world…
“What are your plans now, Tesorino?”
While tugging on clean trousers, Jasper glanced at his naked, lounging King, his eyes traveling the length of his deliciously toned body before meeting his amused, arrogant gaze. The blond King lifted a platinum brow and Jasper shook his head with an indulgent snort. “Well, seeing as how you have more meetings to attend with your brothers, I thought Jane and I could go for a hunt in the city. Perhaps check out a club afterward or something…”
Caius’s eyes narrowed. “She’ll stick with you this time?”
“I’m a big boy, Caius, remember? Captain of the Guard? Earned that rank by beating the asses of everyone who challenged me? Ringing any bells?”
“You’re also my mate, a Prince Consort of the Volturi, and thus a target. It’s never good to be alone, no matter how adept you are, Tesorino.”
With a sigh, Jasper nodded as he sat on the edge of the bed to slip on some shoes. “I get it. No one is invincible, blah, blah, blah…”
Caius chuckled. “Forever young in so many ways, Tesorino… Still, I love that rebellious, yet innocent edge you cling to.”
Jasper shot him a mock glare as he stood to don a jacket and tinted glasses before grabbing his phone to text Jane. “Tell her I will have her head if she does not stay with you,” Caius muttered while rising from the bed to get dressed.
“Fine,” Jasper mumbled as he tapped out a message with a smirk. “I’ve told her the grouchy old man insists she hold my hand the entire fucking time, how’s that?”
Straightening his tie, Caius returned his mate’s smirk. “You’ll pay for that later, Dolcezza.”
“Promises, promises,” Jasper quipped with a quick kiss goodbye before slipping out the door.
When he came within view of the exit, Jane was leaning against the doorframe, her typical unaffected look on her face until he got within scent range. She smirked while pushing open the door. “Jesus, did he piss on your leg, fair Prince?”
She scoffed a laugh, recovering her balance nicely as Jasper shoved her shoulder. “Fuck off, Janey.”
“Can’t,” she said while plucking a pair of glasses from the pocket of her black leather jacket. “You don’t swing my way and I don’t fly solo. It’s no fun.”
“Felix?” he questioned as they cut through the moderate early evening crowds.
“Nah,” she said as they turned right on a street that would lead them out of Volterra. “We tried once. The fucker’s huge, I’m not, it was awkward.”
He snorted at the mental image. “Okay, I’ll give you that.”
She side-eyed him. “Besides, his ass just doesn’t compare to yours.”
“My ass is quite fine,” he muttered with a smirk.
“Yeah, too bad it’s thoroughly owned by someone who won’t hesitate to kill over it.”
Jasper grinned. “He is pretty possessive, isn’t he?”
She snorted. “Understating…” She tilted her glasses down. “Where the hell are we going, anyway? You drag me into another wine tasting house, and I’m going to kick your culture seeking ass…my Prince.”
“Come on Janey, that older couple from Alabama was lovely and they thought you were just the cutest little thing…” he mocked in a high, southern accented voice.
She refused to even glance his direction. “You’re so very lucky I love you, Jasper. Others have died for less, I want you to know…”
He grinned, exposing that panty-dropping dimple in his cheek. “Oooh,” he said with a mock shiver, “I’m all affright.”
“Why do I put up with your sarcastic ass again?”
He placed a hand over his dead heart and gushed, “You love me, and since I entered your life, you’ve found meaning, a reason to go on…”
“Don’t push it,” she said with a lightning quick kick to his ass as he laughed. “Now, where are we going?”
His chuckles tapered to a smirk. “Pisa. I’m in the mood for some real night life and a challenging hunt.” He glanced at her. “Describe my target.”
She arched a brow as she thought. “Okay, female brunette, long hair, between 5’5” and 5’7”, slim but curvy, brown eyes…oh, and light skin—that’s a must.” She glanced at him. “Now, what about mine?”
He tapped his full bottom lip before smirking at her.
“Shit,” she muttered.
His smirk morphed into a grin. “This should make up for last time.”
She sighed, resigned to her fate. “Fine. Describe my target.”
“Male red hair—I mean as ginger as ginger can be—no cheating.”
“Fine,” she growled. “What’s the rest?”
“I’m getting there. Don’t rush me.”
She resisted an eye roll—barely.
“Okay, let’s see…” That finger tapped his lip again, then he glanced at her, mischief dancing in his eyes. “5’ to 5’2”…”
“What?! Jasper, going by your rules, kids aren’t allowed!”
He grinned. “That’s right.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “What are the odds of me locating a full grown adult male of that description?”
He looked smug. “Oh, I dunno, about the same as me finding a female, 6’4” but under 110lbs, with straight, jet black hair, a prosthetic god damned leg, and fucking braces on her teeth?”
He glared as she giggled—fucking giggled—at the memory of their last hunting challenge, and how he’d had to return home to suck down bagged blood. It had even pissed Caius off because he’d been in such a foul mood afterward. Some payback was due…
“Jesus, fine,” she grumbled but he held up a finger.
“Not so fast,” he quipped, “I’m not done yet.”
She growled…
He savored the moment…
“Let’s see, male, ginger, 5’ to 5’2”, no freckles…” she sighed, rubbing her brow and he continued, “and black, horn-rimmed glasses…” He grinned widely at her as she glared.
“Asshole,” she grumbled, following Jasper as he took off into the night, the sound of his laughter trailing in his wake.
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