Werewolf Boyfriend: Jasper Part Two (complete)

Jasper helps you out of bed and into the kitchen, where you sit down at the tiny dining table. You continue to stare, shocked by Jasper’s sudden transformation.

“You can keep staring, that doesn’t mean my head is going to blow.” Jasper places a kettle on the stove.

“That’s wasn’t-” You stop yourself. “What do you expect me to do? You were a caveman yesterday, and now suddenly you expect me to take this without some questions?”

Jasper rubs his jaw. “I thought it was time for a change. You don’t like it?” He turns around to face you.

“I don’t know you well enough to make that assessment.” You lean on the table a bit. “Any reason you felt like making a change?”

Jasper turns back to the stove. “How do you like your coffee?”

He’s dodging the question, and you can tell that right away. “I like it coffee,” you huff. You watch him for a moment, then hear Ginger outside, pitching a fit.

“I’m surprised she didn’t wake you.” Jasper motions to the front door. “She kept making a racket all night, and any time I went outside to make her quiet down, she would peck the shit out of my ankles.”

You force yourself not to laugh. “She’s a smart bird. You should give her credit. Her ancestors were tyrannosaurs, you know?”

Jasper takes the boiling kettle and pours the water into a press. “That was a long time ago, and she’s the one who has been stealing from me.”

You grimace. “Yeah, sorry about that. Guess I’ll have to double-check the fence when I get home.” You slouch back in your chair. “Can I pay you back for anything?”

“Just keep her away from me, that’s all I ask.” Jasper pushes the lever on the press, making everything sink down and the dark brew to rise to the top. He pours the coffee into an enamel mug. “Sugar? Milk?”

“No, black is fine.” You hold your hands out as he brings the mug over.

Jasper pulls the mug back. “Manners?”

You frown at him. “Please and thank you?”

Jasper sets the warm cup in your palms with a smirk before turning to make some for himself. That’s when you notice something you didn’t yesterday - Jasper has a wedding band on.

“Do you live here alone?” you ask cautiously. You blow on the coffee, taking a sip to see how hot it is.

“I do. For a long time now.” Jasper pours his coffee. “I don’t much care for company these days.”

“Oh.” You avert your eyes as he turns around.

“What about you?” Jasper sits down at the table across from you. “Do you live alone? That cabin seems awful small for even one.”

You nod slowly. “I came here not too long ago. That day I first saw you in the woods, I had just gotten here.”

“Hearthway Hollow is a pretty strange place.” His voice becomes quiet. “Never seen anything like it. Wouldn’t have moved here had my wife not insisted on it.”

You look up at him. “Wife?”

Jasper looks silently into his coffee before his blue eyes peer up at you. “She died.” His voice cracks. “It was a long time ago.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. “It’s never easy to lose someone. I still feel sometimes I’m not really over my mom dying.”

“It isn’t ever something you really get over.” Jasper glances towards the window. “She grew up here and she wanted to start a family here. I stayed.”

“I’ve never lived anywhere.” You hold the mug in both hands. “This is the first place I’ve stayed longer than a month.”

“And how are you liking that?” Jasper tilts his head back, his long hair falling off his shoulder.

“It’s different.” You look up at him, meeting his eyes. “It’s taken me some time to get used to being so still. I think I like it.”

Jasper chuckles. A small smile appears on his lips, one you’d never notice with his beard. “What did your family do that had you moving so much?”

You aren’t sure if you should answer this straight or not. After all, it took a lot of work to get Kamilah to trust you. You are already on shaky ground with Jasper, considering the predicament Ginger put you in.

“I hated it,” you answer. “Every moment, every part of it.” You frown deeply. “My family are hunters.”

Jasper raises his brows. “Like… for fur?”

“No,” you laugh. “No I mean like… of paranormal things.” You look back at Jasper, waiting for some sort of reaction. “Like werewolves.”

Jasper’s eyes flicker. “Bullshit.”

“I mean it!” You turn fully towards him. “I hated it, so I ran away when I was really young. It’s not something I do anymore.”

Jasper clicks his tongue. “You ever kill anything before then? Perhaps your folks?”

You shake your head. “I don’t want to talk about that.” Your voice goes low and quiet. “It was never fun for me.”

Jasper sighs and his shoulders slouch. “Okay then, why chickens?”

You smile and raise your head. “Ginger was alone, crossing the road.”

Jasper furrows his brow at you. “Oh no,” he scoffs. “You must be joking. That cannot be true at all.”

You nod your head as you start to giggle. “I did! It’s all true!”

Jasper rolls his eyes. “You did not adopt the chicken who crossed the road. No!” He slams his palm on the table. 

“Why would I lie about that?” you laugh.

Jasper stands up. “Suppose I should feed you before I get you home. Is the chicken that crossed the road going to be okay?”

“Once I get her home,” you reply. 

“Same for me,” Jasper smirks.

After breakfast, Jasper carries you home on his back. Ginger leads the way, and once you reach the cabin you watch her slip back through the fence, then stand there like nothing was ever wrong. 

Jasper takes you inside. His nose wrinkles as he stands there.

“Still stinks?” you ask. “I’ve gotten used to it.” 

“It’s awful,” Jasper growls. His lip curls up over his teeth. “You live like this?”

“I’m not complaining. Billy gave it to me while I’m working for him.” You hop into the bathroom so you can brush your teeth.

“That doesn’t mean you have to live like this.” Jasper looks around, testing a door that opens crookedly. “Why don’t you have him fix some of these things?”

You rinse and hop back out. “It’s no emergency to me.”

“Oh right, you grew up with no house.” Jasper frowns as he looks around. “I have some tools. I can help you fix some of these minor annoyances. Maybe help get that smell out of here.”

“You don’t have to do anything.” You shake your head at him. “Everything is fine. I don’t need any fixes, and I am used to the smell.”

This doesn’t stop Jasper at all. Over the next few days, as you come home from work, you find that Jasper has found his way into your house and is hard at work repairing things. He has pulled up the carpet to reveal both wood floors and the foulest smell imaginable. He’s fixed most of the old doors, and the cabinets in the kitchen. He even takes care of Ginger’s escape hole in the coop.

“You seriously need to stop with all this,” you tell Jasper one evening as you hand him a cold beer. “I can’t pay you for any of it.”

“Who asked for payment?” Jasper tips the beer to his lips, and a bit of it dribbles down his neck. “I haven’t asked for anything.”

“And I didn’t ask for any of this either, but you keep breaking into my house every day to fix something that isn’t broken.” You sit down on the porch while Jasper leans back against the railing. His beard is returning, although it’s just thick stubble at the moment. The shadow of red makes his jaw look sharper, stronger. 

You’ve been tempted a few times to ask Jasper to stay the night, but you feel that would be overstepping bounds. He’s doing you a kindness by making all these repairs, and you have to admit the place looks amazing without the old carpet. You also have no idea if Jasper is even into you.

“I don’t break in exactly,” Jasper smirks. “That lock is just shit. If you get a new one, I’ll replace it for you.”

“Then how would you break in anymore?” You try to peel the label off your beer.

“Maybe you’ll just have to give me a key.” Jasper kneels before your chair. “Come here,” he growls.

You barely have a chance to catch your breath before he kisses you. It’s out of nowhere, but it’s good. You set your beer aside to lean into the kiss further. Jasper bites your lip, and his mouth moves down your neck. He tugs open your shirt so he has more skin to explore.

“What are you doing?” you moan softly.

Jasper’s tongue licks along your neck again. “What does it look like?”

“It feels like you’re leading me to something.” You look up at him as he stands back up, then lick your lips and shrug. “I mean, I wouldn’t say no, but-”

Jasper takes off his shirt and tosses it aside before kneeling back down again. He pulls your hips towards the edge of the chair and opens your pants. “It’s been a long time since anyone has brought these feelings out in me.” He pushes up your shirt, kissing your belly and then your hips as he pulls your pants down.

You run your fingers along his scalp and through his hair. “Really?”

Jasper looks up at you. He kisses you again as his fingers slip into your underwear. “It’s been so long,” he moans into your ear.

You release a shuddering breath as his fingers sink into you. He finds you molten and growing wetter by the second. Your clit swells, meeting his fingertips as he rubs. “Are you sure about this?” you gasp between kisses.

Jasper pulls back slightly, peering into your eyes. His fingers continue to move, coaxing a wetness from you that starts to seep through your underwear. “Just a little scenting,” he growls. “So everyone will know.”

Your back arches and you whimper. “Jasper...”

“Just come for me,” he whispers into your ear. His fingers slip inside you, eliciting a loud moan from your lips. You hide your face against his bare chest. You tremble as his fingers work inside you, they then coax a slow, dull heat to spread through your body. You bite his shoulder to suppress a scream as the heat grows.

Jasper laughs, slowly pulling his fingers from you, then licks his fingers clean and smiles at you. “So what do you say?” he whispers. 

You’re limp and melting in the chair, still trying to catch your breath. “Say to what?” you pant.

“It’ll take time,” Jasper nuzzles to your cheek. “And I know there is still a lot you don’t know about me, but I’m willing to open up. I’m ready to give myself to someone else.”

You sit up slowly, still taking deep breaths. “You could have warned me.”

“I thought doing all these repairs would be a hint.” He brushes your hair from your face. “I just wanted to take care of you.”

You kiss him again, sliding your hand down his bare chest and then to his pants. As you touch the impressive bulge he has, Jasper slips from your grasp. He grabs your hand, keeping it away from him. “Not yet,” he whispers. 

“Why not?” You move your hands so that you’re holding his. 

Jasper takes you back inside where he quietly sits beside you on the sofa. “There’s something you need to know about me,” he whispers. “About why I live so remotely.” He kisses you again. “I have a tendency to lose control.”

“What?” Your eyes dart over him, and you furrow your brow at the look on his face. “What happens when you do?”

“I go berserk sometimes,” Jasper confesses. “My wife was one of the few people in the world who could help me. Sometimes Adam can help, but it takes a long time.” He cups his hands around your face. “Sometimes it can happen for no reason - I just snap. But when I’m around you, I feel calm.”

“Are you worried you’ll snap if we go any further?” You stroke your palm down his chest.

“Maybe,” Jasper pants. “I want to, but we should wait. We should get to know each other more.” He looks into your eyes. “But fuck, I want to.”

You kiss him softly. “How about I get us another beer?” 

Jasper chuckles. “Yeah, that’ll be good.” 

Jasper’s wife Tara was a werewolf, and one of Mrs. Locklear’s nieces. She met Jasper while traveling, and the two became inseparable. But her family never warmed up to him, especially when they learned of his instability. Tara figured out ways to help him, and was eventually able to subdue him easily. When she got sick, Jasper suspected the worst. He took care of her, did everything for her. He said that when she passed away, he lost a year of his life to the grief. He eventually found himself back in Hearthway Hollow, where he had a fight with Mrs. Locklear.

The two of you get closer, and he’s shown you his werewolf form. He’s big, extremely big, with red-and-white fur. You’ve snuggled up to his fluffy chest many times, which is very warm and perfect for cuddling.

You’ve also discovered that being tied up makes Jasper feel safe. You’ve been teaching yourself how to tie a wide variety of knots and practicing on him, binding his wrists and arms. Each time you do, you notice how hard he gets.

The two of you start fooling around as you warm to each other. You tie him up as he shifts, keeping his arms behind his back so he can’t move them. You find that you enjoy having him helpless like this. You get him hard as a rock, and his cock is nice and big, with a plump knot at the base.

“Look at you,” you tease one evening. “I only bound up your wrists, and you’re like this?” You stroke your hand up and down his shaft. “My, my,” you purr. “Imagine if I covered your whole body in ropes.”

Jasper snarls, thrusting his hips out. He glares at you with those beautiful blue eyes and you can see he’s starting to drool. 

You dip down, getting your face close to his cock. “Does that excite you?” You swirl your tongue around the tip. “Maybe we should.” You take him into your mouth, moaning softly, and look into his eyes as you pull back. 

Jasper is breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling. He sinks down, melting at your touch. 

You take him back into your mouth, suckling and moving your head. You moan as he goes close to your throat and you pull away again. You lick down his shaft and kiss the knot, suckling it for a moment before you rise back up.

“Is that what I need to do?” You stroke him. “Tie you up so we can finally go all the way?”

Jasper’s snarls sound darker and deeper than before. There is a look in his eyes you’ve never seen, one that startles you.

“Is this it?” you whisper to him. “Jasper.” You put your arms around him and bring his head to your shoulder. “It’s okay. I’m here.”

“I can feel it,” he growls. “It’s in my chest. You need to let me go.”

“I’m not leaving you,” you whisper to him. “Jasper, I love you. I’m not going.”

“Don’t say that,” he pants.

You hold him tight, cupping the back of his head. “You’re with me. Just breathe, okay?” You slowly rub your hand up and down his neck. “Slow. Just breathe.”

Jasper trembles. He growls low in his throat, but he presses his head into your chest. You know you’re small and thin compared to him, but you’re holding him as tightly as you can. He thrashes, bucking and nearly throwing you off. You grip tighter, and he suddenly goes still.

You pull away slowly, gazing into his blank eyes, and move to untie his wrists. He jerks again.

“Don’t,” he breathes. “Keep them on.”

You move in close to again, kissing him as you stroke his cock. He groans darkly as you do, moving closer to your palms. You push him down onto the bed and climb on top of him.

“Hurry, now,” Jasper pants. 

You mount him, guiding him to you and slowly easing yourself down upon him. You whimper before taking more of him inside. Jasper’s hips thrust up, pushing deep inside you. He moves under you, bucking his hips. You shiver, gripping his chest as you ride him.

Throwing your head back, you move with him. You gasp and shudder, watching Jasper’s blue eyes as he looks towards you. You can feel him, so warm and so deep inside. He snarls and bucks, arching his back. You grunt, squeezing tight around his shaft.

“Jasper,” you moan, “I’m close.”

Jasper snarls, thrusting harder. You cry out, shuddering with each well timed movement he gives. Jasper howls out loud, thrashing and bucking. You go blank for a moment as everything inside you erupts. 

You lay panting and twitching on Jasper’s chest, clinging to him for a moment before you slide off and remove the ropes from around his hands. Once they’re free, he grabs you and kisses you. He pushes you down onto the bed, running his hands all over your body.

“I love you too,” he whispers into your ear. “Weren’t you scared?”

“Of course I was.” You stroke your palm down his chest. “I was terrified. I didn’t want to see you so… so hurt.”

Jasper kisses down your neck, biting your shoulder. “Is this what we are now?” He whispers. 

“Mates?” you ask. “Well, I sort of hope so.” You smirk up at him. “I wouldn’t have done it any other way.”

Jasper lays on you, hiding his face against your neck. “I’m still scared.”

You hold him close. “It’s okay.” You run your hands down his back. “This is new for me too.”

Jasper lays beside you, pulling the blankets up around the both of you. He shifts back, turning back to his human form. “How do you feel?” he asks. “I wasn’t too rough was I?”

“You could get rougher,” you smirk. “But next time, when I tie you up, I’ll be the rough one.”

Jasper shivers as a smirk spreads across his face. “How soon is next time?”