Werewolf Boyfriend: Jasper Part Three (complete)

You enjoy watching Jasper work in his glassblowing shed, but it’s often way too hot for you. You sit to watch the start of projects, but soon you have to escape the heat and get a gulp of fresh air. 

Jasper has offered to let you move in with him, but you aren’t so sure about being so far away from the main part of Hearthway Hollow. You have grown to love the weird little town, which is your first home ever. 

“This land was Tara’s,” Jasper tells you. “I don’t want to leave it, but I sure would like you here.”

That’s a real kick in the teeth. There is no way you are going to make him give this up - it’s way too important to him. You’d feel cruel, almost devilish, making him give up something so important.

Jasper comes out of his studio, covered in sweat, and takes off his thick gloves and protective apron. “You can’t stand the kitchen either,” he teases, placing a warm kiss on your cheek.

“I am built for cold weather and iceboxes.” You look up from his herb garden, where you are weeding.

Jasper smirks. “And you came to the south?”

You arch a brow at him. “If I hadn’t then none of this would have happened.” You swirl your hand around in a circle, then stand up. “You’d still look like a wild caveman and no chickens would be eating your garden.”

Jasper slips his hand around your waist and pulls you close. “Thank god for chickens.” He dips down to kiss you, but you push your palm against his face.

“You stink!” You keep trying to shove him back but he fights you, pressing his face against your palm to get at you. “You’re all sweaty and gross!” You start to cackle.

“You usually like it.” He’s muffled by your hand.

“Not like this,” you giggle. 

Jasper flinches, turning his head to look up as an older woman walks onto the property. You’ve seen her around town, having arguments with Billy, and otherwise being a mysterious figure in Hearthway Hollow. Her long gray braid is hung over her shoulder, and she has a beaded choker around her swan-like neck. 

“Winona,” Jasper says tersely.

It’s the famed Mrs. Locklear, in the flesh. You’ve only met her a few times, but usually Kamilah was there.

“I wanted to see how you were.” Mrs. Locklear remains in her spot. “I know it’s getting to be that time of year.”

Jasper places himself in front of you. “It’s kind of you to worry, Winona.”

She seems to react to being called by her first name. “You’re still welcome. Always are.” She motions towards you and smiles. “You, as well. Usually, Jasper won’t speak to me. What have you done?”

“They’re my mate now.” Jasper grumbles, almost sounding guilty.

“No shit,” Mrs. Locklear scoffs. “You think I’m going to be mad or something? I’m not! I know how much Tara meant to you. She meant a hell of a lot to all of us. But we all move on, and she above anyone would have wanted you to find someone who could put up with your sour ass.” She glances back to you. “No offense, honey - Kamilah speaks highly of you.”

“None taken?” you murmur.

Mrs. Locklear turns back to Jasper. “The row you and I had was years ago, and I’m sorry.”

Jasper lifts his head slightly and looks her way.

“I shouldn’t have reacted with violence when you went berserk. That was the exact thing Tara told us not to do.” Mrs. Locklear sighs like a heavy weight is sitting upon her chest. “I was protecting my home, my family, but there was no one to protect you, and for that, I apologize.”

“Shit,” Jasper whispers, wide-eyed and stunned. “I thought I’d die before I ever heard you apologize.”

Mrs. Locklear rolls her eyes and scuffs her boot on the ground. “Old dogs can still learn tricks.” She bows her head. “Please come, we would all like to see you.” She goes back the way she came, vanishing into the woods as naturally as most people walk into a grocery store.

You lay your hands on Jasper’s back. “You okay?”

Jasper’s soft blue eyes fall on you, and he smiles. “Every year on the anniversary of Tara’s passing, they hold a small memorial. I’ve… avoided it.”

You take hold of his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “We can go, if you feel like it.”

“Maybe,” he mutters. He kisses the top of your head, then breathes in the scent of your hair. His hand slips around your waist again. “I’m almost done here,” he says. “Just have a few things to finish up.” He steps aside, heading back towards his studio. “Do you mind getting a shower running?”

“Yeah, I’ll get it started.” You smile after him before heading back into the house.

You go to the bathroom and turn the faucet on. His shower takes ages to heat up, so starting it early is important. He kept a bucket in the bathroom too, to collect the cold water and use it in his garden or in his studio.

Once the bathroom starts to steam up, you move the bucket from the shower and set it aside. You strip down and step under the water. You figure he may be a little while, so you go ahead and wash your hair. You don’t have much, but it’s been a while.

You hear Jasper come into the house. His footsteps are heavy and the old floors creak. As he comes into the bathroom, he chuckles.

“Hey, don’t hog it.” He pulls back the shower curtain with a smug grin on his face, and his eyes linger down your body while his tongue darts across his teeth.

You turn to fully face him and place your hands on your hips. “I wasn’t going to let the water go to waste.”

Jasper strips away his clothes then gets into the shower with you. “Let me help you then.” He rubs his hands down your body as a low growl rumbles in his chest.

“Help how?” you scoff. “As far as I can tell, you’re only getting hard.”

Jasper laughs as he presses your back to the cold tile. His cock rubs against your thigh as his mouth sinks around your neck. He bites, moaning into your skin as his tongue trails down to your shoulder. His hand strokes down your back and cups your ass.

You push against his hairy chest. “You need to control yourself.” Your voice and argument are weak. 

Jasper growls into your ear. “You bring out the animal in me.”

A shudder goes down your spine. “You mean this?” You put your hand around his cock, stroking it as his teeth dig into your neck again. “This beast?”

“Yes,” he snarls. “It feels good.”

You chuckle and release him. “Such a horndog.” You push him back. “You need to wash up before any beast comes near me.”

Jasper bites his lip and whines. “Fine,” he scoffs. He takes the soap and rubs it across his body. Every so often he touches you, brushing his fingers down your side or prodding your rear with his cock.

You step from the shower to let him finish up and go into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. You stand there for a moment, thinking about your family. Your siblings and father are all out there, possibly. You have no idea where any of them are, if they are together, spread out, or even alive. Even though Tara is gone, Mrs. Locklear still sees Jasper as family. It makes you think that your family shouldn’t just be forgotten.

“There you are.” Jasper walks out, rubbing a towel to his hair. “You were supposed to be in bed with the ropes.” His expression softens. “What’s wrong?”

You walk to him, wrapping your arms around him and resting your head on his chest. His hands fall on you, touching you lovingly. “You need to talk?” Jasper asks.

You kiss his chest and look up at him. “Family seems so important here, and yet I have no clue about my own. I mean, I don’t regret leaving when I did, but I’ve been thinking about them a lot recently.”

Jasper kisses the top of your head. “I’ve been alone since I was thirteen,” he says. “That’s when my mother abandoned me. I didn’t have anything until I met Tara. I know I should hate my mother for what she did, but there is always that lingering feeling of wanting her back.” He cups your face in his palm. “I know what you did was different, but I am sure your family still misses you.” He smiles. “But that is up to you.”

You take his palm and kiss it. “Thank you,” you whisper.

“I love you. No thanks needed.” He dips down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “That coffee smells good.”

“You smell better.” You press your nose into the crook of his neck and breathe deeply. “I bet you taste good too.”

Jasper laughs, squeezing his hands around your waist and making your squeal. “Don’t you dare go from melancholic to horny on me like that.”

You sputter and laugh as he starts to tickle you. “I can’t help it! You’re standing here butt naked!”

“It’s my house!” Jasper teases. “I can do whatever I want in it.” He kisses you again and takes off your towel so your naked body is pressed against his. “Including this.”

“Hey now,” you smirk. “You think you can just go around doing whatever you want?”

“Not without repercussions.” He picks you up and sets you on the counter. “If I walk around the house naked, I do expect to get cold.” He smooths his hands down your sides and to your hips. “If I tease you too much, I expect to get punished.” He grabs your legs and spreads them open. “If I kiss here,” his lips brush against your nipples, “and here,” he kisses your neck, “I expect you to get wet.”

You place your hands on his shoulders. “If I get wet, I expect you to clean these counters.”

Jasper giggles and looks up at you with a boyish smile. “Another repercussion.” He places a gentle kiss on your lips that grows deeper and harder. “I don’t feel much like cleaning.”

“What do you feel like?” You rub your foot up his thigh.

“I feel like being inside you,” he grins. “My cock buried to the knot, whichever hole doesn’t matter.”

You grab his hair, pulling it as you wrap his long locks around your fist. “You’re such a naughty boy.” 

“I told you,” he chuckles, “you bring the beast out in me.” A dark moan leaves his lips. “I don’t know if I can wait for you to tie me up.”

You bite his neck and twist his nipple. “Then you better hurry.”

Jasper carries you to the bedroom, laying himself down on the bed, and you use the emergency handcuffs to restrain him. You admire him there, smirking to yourself as you watch him writhe. 

“Don’t just stand there,” Jasper pants. “I’m about to burst.”

“I can see that,” you chuckle. You run your hand down his body, stopping short just before his cock. It twitches, rising up off his thigh and then laying back down against it. “You know,” you bite your lip as the devilish idea comes to you. “I have something in mind.”

Jasper glances at you suspiciously. “You gonna share?”

There is a special box under the bed that two of you keep your ropes in, as well as a couple of extra special party favors. You take out the lube, as well as a harness and the toy attached to it.

“Oh.” Jasper’s eyes get wide, and his cock twitches again.

You step into the harness with a smile. “It’s been a minute since I treated you like this.” You rub lube into the purple toy. “You up for it?”

Jasper bites his lip. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

You climb onto the bed and have Jasper pull up his knees. You take the lube, rubbing it between his cheeks and then slipping your fingers inside him. Jasper moans, his eyes shutting as you work your fingers into his tight bud.

“Is this okay?” you ask him gently. “You like me toying with you like this?”

Jasper throws his head back, moaning in reply. 

You bite and lick his inner thigh, then pull back and move into place. You press the tip of the toy to him, slowly, cautiously easing your way in. You watch as he stretches to take you, opening up more as you press into him. Jasper cries out, gasping for breath and bucking his hips to take you deeper inside.

You press your palm to his belly to make him still. “Don’t rush things, love,” you purr. “I’m going to take very good care of you.” You move back, pushing back inside him.

Jasper’s arms strain against the handcuffs. His muscles flex and his body becomes rigid. You stroke your palms down his skin, watching him writhe in pleasure. You go slow just to watch, but when you can see the torture in his eyes you angle your hips and drive hard into him. 

Jasper shifts as you do this, transforming into his monstrous werewolf form. You pull his fur, which he likes, and soon his cock shudders, spilling on his white belly and even splashing onto his face. You giggle, moving slower and slower until you eventually pull out of him.

Jasper quakes on the bed, shivering and puffing hard as he calms down. You take off the harness and lay down beside him.

“Feel better?” you chuckle.

Jasper snarls, his back arching slightly. “I’ve never come like that before.” He jerks his wrists in the handcuffs. “Let me loose and I’ll show you.”

You smirk, sitting up and removing the handcuffs. He stretches his arms as he sits up, then turns to you with a vicious grin. “Spread ‘em.”

You laugh, laying back against the pillows and opening your thighs for him. “Like this?” You reach down, touching yourself to show him how wet you’ve become.

Jasper licks his chops and lowers his head. You shudder as his tongue laps over you, applying pressure on your clit. He slurps and snarls, eventually adding his fingers to the mix. His sharp teeth nip, causing you to fall back further. He soon pulls something deep and heavy from you, and as soon as it is out of you you feel lightheaded and dizzy. Your body courses with pulses of heat that make your limbs numb. 

“I love that taste,” Jasper snarls as he rises up, laying his hard cock on your belly. “I hope I’m not coming into a rut.”

“Already?” you pant. “You recover too fast.”

He rubs himself against you, grinning all the while. “I told you, you bring out the beast in me,” he moans as he gazes at you. “Please. Let me?”

You lay back. “Just this once,” you smirk. 

As Jasper places himself inside you, you can tell this day isn’t over. You continue making love all afternoon and even into the evening. He’s not gone into a rut, but the two of you have opened up something deeper than before.

Come nightfall, the both of you are exhausted and snuggled up in bed while music plays from your phone. Jasper is half asleep, breathing deeply as his hand rubs up and down your back. You’re covered in bite marks, hickeys and bruises from his hands. Jasper isn’t in much better condition. He has a few rope burns, some bite marks, and a sore ass from spankings and another round with the harness.

“What have we done?” you groan, stretching out against the sheets. “We went too far, Jasper.”

“In the wild that’s just any Tuesday.” He rolls over, kissing the top of your head. “Then again, you’re just a little human. You okay?”

You gaze up at him lovingly. “You did all of it, so I’ll be fine.” You kiss his neck and stroke your leg down his side. 

“Need anything?” Jasper asks.

“Feed me and tell me I’m pretty,” you chuckle.

“I can do that.” Jasper shakily gets out of bed, putting on a pair of pajama bottoms. “What would you like?”

“Doesn’t matter,” you smile as you watch him. “I’ll be happy with anything right now.”

Jasper returns, kissing you deeply. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” you whisper.

Jasper grins, leaving with a bit of a staggering gait. You can smell food cooking as you lounge in bed, inspecting the bites and bruises on your body. He did good work, you couldn’t deny that. Jasper returns to give you a glass of water before going back to the kitchen to finish cooking.

When he comes back, you see he’s made breakfast for dinner. Eggs, bacon, hominy, the works, and all of it is so satisfying.

“So I’ve been thinking,” Jasper murmurs. 

“When?” you chuckle.

Jasper pinches the tip of your nose. “Not today maybe, but between the fucking. I’ve been thinking about when I asked you to move in.”

“Really?” You bite into the bacon, hoping to distract yourself for a moment.

“I love this land, it means the world to me. My studio is here too. The only thing is lacks is you.” He looks at you with so much love in his eyes and sets his plate aside. “So what if we found a place for just us? I can work out here, we can spend weekends and small vacations out here, but we can find a place closer to town together.”

“Are you sure?” you whisper. “I know how much this place means to you. I wouldn’t ask you to leave it.”

Jasper takes hold of your hand. “I’ll always have this place, it’s mine for certain. But we should find something that’s ours.” He tilts his head to the side. “And the chickens.”

You lean in, kissing him and brushing his hair from his face. “You sure? You really, really, sure?”

“Really, really, really,” he chuckles. “I can talk to Winona, see if she has any places she’d be willing to let go of.” He presses his forehead to yours. “I just want to always wake up with you and fall asleep with you in a place we can both be happy.”

“I’d like that,” you whisper. 

Tara’s anniversary arrives, so you and Jasper go to Mrs. Locklear’s home. She welcomes you, hugging you and embracing Jasper tightly. You celebrate with Tara’s siblings and cousins, her aunts and uncles. There is a massive spread of food as well as a small display of Tara’s things. You see her wedding photo with Jasper, and how he looks so uncomfortable yet happy in his tux.

“You crying?” Jasper kisses your head.

“So?” You sniffle, rubbing your eyes. “She’s beautiful.”

“I look so stupid though,” Jasper grunts.

“Yeah,” you chuckle, then rub at your eyes. “Would she have liked me?

Jasper hugs you close. “She would have loved you,” he whispers. “I’m sure she sent you to me. In the back of my mind I’ve been thinking she was the one controlling Ginger.”

You laugh and hug him close. “If she was, I’m glad.”

That evening there is a large bonfire out back. Everyone sits around, and kids play and roast marshmallows while some of the adults play music and sing. You sink into Jasper’s arms, marveling at the night sky.

Mrs. Locklear sits beside you and pats Jasper’s back. “Glad to have you here, boy,” she says. “You’re always welcome.”

“Thank you,” he murmurs. “I’m sorry it took me so long.”

Mrs. Locklear sighs. “Tara’s death was hard for all of us to accept. No need to apologize for taking your time.” She smiles at you. “Taking care of him?”

“Trying,” you chuckle.

“Good.” She tilts her chin up and sigh. “Beautiful night. Absolutely perfect.”

Jasper nods. “It is.”

You go back to your cabin that evening, and find a box on the porch. Inside is a glass windchime - the base is a chicken, and the chimes are little eggs. 

“Figure we could hang it up at our new home.” Jasper hugs you from behind. “Do you like it?”

“It’s so cute.” You turn and hug his neck. “I love it, thank you.”

Jasper sighs. “I feel relieved somehow.” He cups your cheek in his palm. “After tonight, I just can’t wait.”

“For what?”

“Anything,” he grins. “For the first time in a long time, I feel like I have a future.”

You go to bed wondering what the future will hold. You’re excited to start your life with Jasper, and maybe one day reunite with your family again. For now though, your family is Jasper and the chickens.