For Jasper Whitlock, the transition from the high school experience to studying at university was one thing – hard work, constant study load, unbreakable commitments and total self-reliance became pivotal to achieving favourable grades – but when you enter an unknown, irresistible unhuman variable into the equation; well, things tend to get a little … messy.
The music is blaring, drumming within the confines of his head, heating his blood and increasing the intensity of his situation tenfold. Jasper is definitely not sober
Desire, unquenchable desire coursed through his body, finding a centre below his belt. Gratification proved impossible as the man pinning him, against the brick wall of a darkened alley behind a popular night spot, saw fit to tempt and tease him as opposed to truly pleasing him.
"Edward," the word came out strong, despite the lusty flavour the husk behind it hinted at, "If you don't fucking start doing more than play with your food, I'll—"
Jasper's vocal defiance is met only with a bite to the neck that effectively ends his rebellion with a strangled whimper. While the act itself is not meant to harm or do more than to render him silent, the blonde Texan cannot steady his breath or halt the stab of fear that has his heart racing – the fear doesn't eliminate the arousal, which has him pressing his hips at the air pleadingly at his captor, just intensifies it.
"You'll what, Jasper? Use your profound physics knowledge to concoct," queue brief palming of manhood and answering moan, "a plan to escape me? Please. Do you even want to get away?"
"No."
Who knew one word could be so damning?