Broken Pieces. Chapter Ten.
reese glanced up. “i did tell him." reese lied to cover logan's ass. wishing the human would mind his own fucking business. reese could only help him for so long.
Broken Pieces. Chapter Eighteen
You feel so god damn fucking good inside me, reese. reese. oh baby, fuck me. fuck me. breed me. mate me!”
Broken Pieces. Chapter Thirty-Five.
“don’t let your guard down, reese.”
Dirty laundry. Chapter Four.
Alan practically spun around to ask reese for permission. “can he? please?” “yes, pup. you can have a friend over.” reese just chuckled lightly.
Dirt Laundry. Chapter Nine.
“reese doesn’t assign mates or dates or whatever!” logan rolled his eyes, waving the idea away. “the person you should be asking is them, not reese, if they’ll date you. you aren’t just… just… handed them! right… reese?”
Rules of Engagement. Chapter Six.
reese didn't say anything else. he moved quickly, standing right in front of the dalmatian who coward down before him, prostrating himself out. reese teeth were bare and were surprisingly pearly white.
Rules of Engagement. Chapter Twelve.
reese perked up an ear as he looked over as it creaked open; he really did need to oil that thing. "reese?" it was that timid voice, a soft welcoming sound like a lost camper in the woods. "i've been waiting."
Fight for Freedom
“reese!" reese smirked. “and isn't it supposed to be auntie reese now? auntie reese, auntie sammi, matrons of this entire place? that was your idea, after all!"
Broken Pieces. Chapter Twenty-Eight.
It was normal… something reese was trying to be. “we found him, sir." domino bowed again. reese quirked an eyebrow, waiting for domino to clarify. “the traitor." “ah, yes. bring him in." reese nodded.
Broken Pieces. Chapter Twenty-Two.
It was a place that reese knew alan would hate to be taken to, and thus reese hated it as well.
First Crush: Mentorship and Guidance
“go slow, reese, take your time." i squeeze his body for the next minute. he lays over me, and i can tell he's trying desperately not to cum yet. “reese." “y-yes?" “fill me." with a snort he begins to thrust, “sh-should i go sl-slow? s-sir?"
Here Be Dragons
"not at the--" reese turned on his heel and stalked back down the hall. "reese, wait," finch called after him. reese didn't even slow down. "john!" finally, reese paused and glanced back. "what?"