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A Jasper/Caleb NSFW Short Story

A fter mating Caleb, one thing became abundantly clear: I didn’t know jack shit about the supernatural world that puberty had thrown me into. What I’d assumed about incubi, based on my own limited experience, was the smallest part of what we were. Sure, I had horns, red eyes, claws, a straight-up devil’s tail. But none of that, not even the demonic blood in my veins, made me bad.

Not when Caleb could light me up inside like he did every time he fucked me. It was pure and full and good.

It wasn’t like anything I’d felt before him, and deep down in that hungry, demonic cavern in my chest, I knew I’d never find anything better. Not better than my Caleb. I was made for my big, strong bear, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t look back and wish things had been different. I wouldn’t change a single thing that’d brought me to him.

Okay, well, there was one thing I wasn’t so sure about right then. The seasons kept turning. It was winter, and that meant my bear was hibernating.

Now, most of the time, that was just fine. When it got cold outside and snows fell over the Poisonwood Forest outside Lyric, Caleb got all sleepy and snuggly, and it was the best. He’d drape his arm around me and snooze on the couch while I watched movies. He stocked up on more snacks than I could ever eat my way through, and I munched on Oreos daily.

It was a time of rest and comfort, when the forest got quieter and it was just fine that both of us drew away from the world outside. My days were simpler, and I could just take care of the two of us. While Caleb napped, if I was restless, I could dust, read, take a bath, watch something. And he didn’t nap all the time, just way, way more than usual. But when he woke up, all he wanted was to draw me closer.

So far, winter had been wonderful.

Only... I’d run out of things to clean. I’d finished the last book I’d read and had a mighty book hangover. I wasn’t ready to pick up another. I thought about turning on the TV, but?—

Well, there was Caleb, in bed, snoring softly. A blanket was draped over his chest, but his bare shoulders were out, round and full with thick muscle and the softness he’d put on for these cold, hard months. Just beneath the top of the blanket, his fuzzy layer of dark brown chest hair peeked out.

I stopped and paused, watching the steady rise and fall of his breath, as a wave of heat rose from my stomach. It sparked in my chest and bounced all to way down to my toes and fingertips, till my whole body was focused on every warm inch of his skin. The cabin was mostly made up of one open space. It was cozy, and there was no escaping the smell of warm man, the faint zing in the air from the heat and sweat that’d had him wiggling his way out from under the blanket.

He smelled fucking delicious.

Once I’d stopped trying to push away my demonic impulses, it was easier to recognize my hunger. It didn’t overwhelm me like it had. Caleb didn’t let me go hungry anymore, and I—I’d stopped wanting to. I’d stopped trying to test whether he really wanted me. He did, even when he just wanted someone to talk to or to hold close. Caleb, miraculously, loved me.

I felt my fangs sharpen in my mouth. There was a thrum in my chest. I bit my lip.

“Caleb?” I whispered.

It felt cruel to wake him, but I couldn’t help tiptoeing closer to the bed. His scent so close was even more alluring, and I leaned in to brush my nose right beneath the corner of his jaw to inhale more of it. My lips brushed the salt-sweet skin of his neck and I hummed.

He made a little sound too, squirming under the attention. That did it—all that thick muscle, his big warm body so close. I had to have him.

I lifted the edge of the blanket and slipped out of my sweatpants, my T-shirt. That was another wonderful part of winter. We never had to leave the house, so I was always comfortable. More importantly, my clothes were easy to wiggle out of, even when my every thought was absorbed with getting closer to Caleb.

When I was in bed, pressed against his body, I kissed my way across his shoulder, tracing the ridge of his collarbone with my lips.

“Caleb?” I tried again.

He only mumbled and flopped onto his back.

Well, fine. Challenge accepted. I’d just kiss him until he woke up, drinking in the subtle zing of tingling pleasure across his skin until he gave me the full meal I wanted.

And I did. I kissed him everywhere. I wiggled closer to him, draping my leg across his hip to rock my dick against his thigh. Already, I was hard. Flushed and throbbing and so, so hungry.

My fingertips dug into his hip, holding him close for the added friction. Instinct was winning out over sense, and if I didn’t get ahold of myself, I’d end up coming against his leg without him even aware of it.

That—that wasn’t enough.

I groaned, hot and dizzy and so fucking needy. Before I knew what I was doing, my fangs pressed into the meat of his shoulder. Hard.

Caleb’s body jerked with a grunt, and then his full strength fell on me. I tumbled onto my back, and he pressed me down into the mattress, his forearm stretched across my chest, pushing me down. His hand cupped my shoulder.

His eyes were fiery, narrowed in anger before he recognized it was just me. Then, he only scowled. I hadn’t hurt him. Wouldn’t ever want to.

He was always grumpy first thing, but even when he frowned and growled, he gave me no reason to fear him. A bear shifter who could break me in two, and nobody in the world made me feel safer.

“You shouldn’t rouse a sleeping bear.” His voice was gruff with sleep, so low and sweet that I didn’t want anything more than to hear him say to get on my knees, hear him command me to come. “It’s dangerous.”

I whined, flexing my hips in search of more friction. I wrapped my hands around his wrist and elbow. That strong arm shoving me down, that was just what I needed. So fucking perfect.

“You’d never hurt me,” I rasped, rolling my hips even when I couldn’t hope to move him. “And I need you. Caleb, I’m so hungry .”

The pucker between his brows softened, and I had him. Every time I needed him, instinct or kindness or a desire all his own spurred him to take care of me. And in this, no one else could.

“That so?” Finally, fucking finally , he thrust against me. I keened. While I’d kissed him, he’d started to get hard. But not like this—not until his cock was a searing shaft, shoved against mine. It was hot and thick and it promised everything I needed. “I fed you this morning.”

I bit my lip, nodding. That was true.

“I’ll never have enough of you. Caleb, please.”

I’d beg, sure as anything, but he’d never make me.

Already, he was reaching for the bottle of lube. We haven’t even bothered putting it back in the drawer yet. It was just sitting there, out in the open, ready to prep me for his massive cock.

“Can’t let my baby go hungry, can I?”

He kept his heavy arm on me, and it took some work to squeeze lube onto the fingers of his other hand. He dropped the bottle beside me, throwing the warm blanket off. He looked down at my naked body, paler and thinner than his own, but so much more vital than it’d been when he’d first found me in the woods, and he growled.

“Caleb, please.” Those two words were the only ones I had left, but they were enough.

He edged back, giving me a full view of his torso, the hair that trailed down his chest, across his belly, to the thick thatch of curls surrounding his proud cock. I spread my thighs, part of me willing him to shove it right in. I was an incubus; I could take it.

But Caleb was never anything less than caring. Even when he fucked me hard, he prepped me gently first. Made it so good. Made sure I could take everything he had to give.

I strained to look down between us, to see more of his gorgeous body, but with a click of his tongue, he shoved me back into the mattress.

“You’re going to let me fill you. Let me feed you.” His eyes caught mine, his smoldering and dark. A rush went down my spine. My lips fell open. I’d give him anything.

His fingers brushed up my thigh, and my legs parted, welcoming them in to slide between my cheeks.

At first, Caleb circled my hole, holding my gaze all the while. He seemed to drink in my moan when he finally pressed inside, like my pleasure fed him, same as his fed me.

“Still so soft. Open from this morning. My sweet, needy demon.” He curled his thick fingers just right, and I cried out. My thighs shook.

“If I don’t get you in me?—”

Caleb swallowed my demands with an open-mouthed kiss. The second his lips touched mine, his tongue slid into my mouth, thrusting. In and out. Over and over while my body rolled against his.

His fingers, his tongue—he could fuck me with both. Fuck me anywhere he could reach. I felt his pleasure rising, but it wasn’t enough. I needed him. His broad cockhead, working me open. That delicious burn that was just on the right side of pain, no matter how attentive he’d been. The liquid heat between us as my body adjusted and he pummeled my insides with each powerful thrust.

I’d take a bath later, and I’d still feel him inside, that erotic bruising that did nothing more than make me want him again.

He broke the kiss, a string of saliva between us. His eyes were still closed, his brow furrowed again. He was trying to be patient.

My claws pricked his arm, still holding me down. I wanted to anchor it there. He never had to move.

“Fuck me,” I demanded. “Now.”

I latched my legs around his thighs, and he broke, growling against my neck, his teeth pressing into my flesh.

He knew me—how my body moved, the shape of every part of me.

All he had to do was draw his fingers out and thrust. He slid home, a smooth, relentless press that had me throwing my head back.

His hips moved like a piston, the wet slap of our bodies, the heat and sounds and pressure, scattered every thought in my head. I forgot my name, my plans. Everything.

All I was, was the creature made for this. Made for him. And I could consume every ounce of his pleasure like it was my own.

My cock was leaking, balls drawn up tight against my body. His lower belly, with all its fuzz and softness, moved against my cock.

It was enough, but I bit down on my tongue. Not yet. Not yet.

I wanted more. I wanted to feel his orgasm—the energy between us, but also the rush and throb, and that moment when Caleb shoved in hard, buried deep, and made me his.

The sleepiness made him quieter, but I didn’t care. He stared down at me while he fucked me, his face redder, his lips flushed, sweat on his brow.

I nodded, whimpering. There weren’t words for the highs he gave me, but he understood. His hand, so broad and square, flexed on my shoulder as he pinned me down.

No matter how I moved, I couldn’t escape him. Couldn’t even keep up with him. Didn’t want to. Caleb thrust over and over and over until?—

He grunted, buried his head against my neck, and I felt his hips slam against my ass.

“I love you.” I gasped. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Every time I said it, he held me tighter. The joy that sparked inside him, that energy, it wasn’t sex. It was us.

And okay, the sex was also great.

He came, and the pleasure crashed over me. My whole body lit up with his energy.

I peaked a moment later, shooting come across my belly and his, my dick twitching with every new wave of pleasure.

I came down, out of breath and sated, Caleb still buried deep inside.

His thrusts then were shallow, more of a flex of his thick ass cheeks than any true thrust—that impulse to get deeper, to fuse our bodies together until there wasn’t me or him anymore. Just us.

I turned my head toward his, kissed his temple.

His arm against my chest had gone soft, slipped up to twist my long gold hair around his rough fingers. He made a happy rumble, and then...

Oh god, he was snoring. Locked inside me, snuggling against my neck, his enormous body draped over mine like the world’s best living blanket.

And I’d never been happier.

I smiled, wrapping my arms around him. Maybe I didn’t hibernate like a bear, but right then, a nap didn’t sound so bad.