Page 18 of Nyctophilia

I wasn’t sure how to tell him I felt the same way. Because I knew after tonight Jasper Knight was dangerous in ways I could have never imagined.

I thought it would have been awkward. The after. But I found myself at ease to ask him what was weighing on me. “What did you mean the other night? When you said you weren’t that person anymore.”

Jasper laughed. “Anyone else probably would’ve asked that question before we had sex.”

I rested my head on his chest, rolling my eyes. “Throw me a bone.”

He was quiet, running his hands up and down my back. “I’ve done things I’m not proud of. I was angry for a long time, and I fell in with the wrong crowd for a while. My friends, my real friends, made me see who I was becoming.”

“Have you…” I hesitated. “Have you…” My unspoken sentence hung in the air.Killed someone.

“No. No, I haven’t.” He answered without me having to say it out loud. “But there are other things I’ve had to make amends for. I took different girls home every night. I’ve hurt people badly.”

“Did they deserve it? The people you hurt?” So many questions were racing through my mind, I couldn’t believe this was the one I decided to voice. But right now, it was the only one that mattered.

“Yes.” His voice was quiet. Resolved.

I nodded against his skin. I was sad for people I had never met, for a younger Jasper I hadn’t known. I needed to change the topic. “What do they mean?” I asked him, tracing one of the large tattoos across his chest.

Jasper sat up a bit. “Some are for the pack.” He gestured to the larger circular one spanning his shoulder. “Some are for my family.” He pointed to the roses sprawling across his chest. “Some are for me.” He splayed his fingers across my hands so I could clearly see the animal skulls outlined on them for the first time.

“Memento Mori. Reminders that I’m still capable of death,” he told me, as I turned his fingers around, examining them. The tattoos were delicate and beautiful, contradicting their dark meaning.

But I didn’t say that. I said, “Boy, you’re really committed to the whole bad boy image, aren’t you?” I also left out the part where the whole “bad boy image thing” was really doing it for me.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

I shook my head. “Nothing.”

Jasper put two fingers on my jaw, stopping my head from moving. “No, I’d really like to hear what Ava Green thinks about me and my image.” He drawled the last word, and I knew he was teasing me.

I was game. “Well, let’s see. The mussed up hair -- check. The leather jacket -- check. The tattoos -- check. The whole air about you screamsbad boy. You’re nearly the perfect specimen.”

One eyebrow shot up. “Nearly?”

“I’m not too sure about the whole personality. Underneath it all, you seem like a pretty sweet guy.” My voice still had a joking note, but I meant what I was saying. Despite my misgivings, Jasperwassweet.

“I’m only sweet when a pretty girl makes me want to be.” He kissed me, making me forget our conversation entirely.

After a while he kissed my forehead and disentangled himself from me. He helped me to my feet, and I started the awkward task of finding my clothes. But Jasper shook his head and tugged me down a narrow hallway.

“I should get dressed,” I protested, although the truth was, I’d go anywhere he asked. Especially if it meant I got to look at his stunning body without clothes on a bit longer. I was going to have to do something about my weakening self-control, and quick.

“I need a shower before we head back. I thought you might like one too.”

Oh.The rest of my self-control officially exited the building. I let him lead me to a small bathroom, and waited as he turned the squeaky knobs to hot. I stepped into the shower, and let the steam envelop me. I was going to shower with a guy I had just met. Who I had just had sex with. Who was also a werewolf. Pretty sure a shower was the least of the moral codes I was breaking tonight. Jasper joined me, tucking my hair around my shoulder so he could kiss my neck. “Mmm…” I leaned back into his firm body, letting my ass grind against his growing erection.

He chuckled darkly. “I thought we were taking a shower to clean up.”

“I’d be impressed if your intentions were actually that pure.”

Jasper let his hand wrap around my slick body, cupping one breast. One rebellious nipple rose up to meet his touch. He pinched it gently, and it sent a shock of desire right through me. “Nothing about me is pure.”

Fuck. I needed him. “Show me,” I gasped, arching my back into him again.

With a growl that sounded desperate and primal, Jasper spun me round so I was facing him. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He picked me up as if I weighed nothing, resting my back against the wet sides of the shower. I tried to find purchase, something to maintain my balance with, but everything was too slick. “Hold on to me,” he commanded. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck as he drove into me.

This time Jasper didn’t give me a moment to adjust. He sucked and bit at my breast, his hands holding me by my ass. It was an assault on my senses as he lowered me up and down. I closed my eyes and let his touch overwhelm me. I wanted him to wreck me in the best way possible. The fullness of his thick cock inside of me, his wild pace, and his not so gentle bites quickly built the pleasure rising inside of me. I had lost control of my body, to a man I wasn’t sure had any control at all.

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