Alpha’s Sun: An MC Werewolf Romance (Bad Boy Alphas Book 12)

Sunny

I don’t know what possessed me to invite Titus for cocktails. This isn’t his crowd. Definitely isn’t his scene. But I guess I’m not willing to say goodbye yet. Not when being near him lights my whole body up like a Christmas pole. I mean tree.

I take his hand and lead him into the restaurant. I don’t know why I grabbed his hand—maybe to send a message to Chas, whose attention is getting way too annoying. Maybe it’s to send a message to Titus that I’m still interested.

Either way, it’s too intimate of a gesture. The air between us charges. He chokes on a breath. My nipples go taut.

Chas looks back and takes it in, expression falling.

Titus growls like a wild beast.

It’s Animal Kingdom weird and hot as hell.

I slide into the giant circular booth seat where Adele, Charlie, Sadie, Chas and a few other random yogis are gathered and scoot over to make room for Titus.

He frowns, like he’s not sure how he got here. Or why he even followed me.

That always seems to be his reaction to me, though. Like he can’t stand me but at the same time, he’s too attracted to me to leave. I think he might be pissed over the way I left, too. I’m definitely catching remonstrance. Along with a whole six-pack of judgment.

But I’m used to that. I’ve been too much for men—for most people—my whole life.

That’s what I like about Taos. Crazy is the norm here. I fit right in.

“Class was great today, Sunny.” Sadie, the little kindergarten teacher, beams at me.

“Yeah, it was great,” Charlie echoes. “I felt a little lightheaded towards the end, but that’s because I’m on an all-liquid diet.” The waitress sets down water for all of us, and places a tall brew in front of Charlie. The postmistress must have ordered at the bar as soon as she got here.

“So you’re drinking beer?” Adele arches a brow. Charlie gulps her drink and licks her lips. Sadie’s eyes widen.

“No, it’s cider.” Charlie sets the glass down with a thump. “Don’t give me that look. It’s practically fruit.”

Adele shakes her head, looking poised and put-together as always. Even after class, her glossy brown curls are perfect. She turns to Titus. “Hi, I’m Adele, I don’t think we’ve met.” My friend leans across the table and offers her hand to Titus.

He surges up like he wants to stand, bumps the table and sloshes the pitcher of ice water our server left.

I don’t usually get jealous or insecure, but an unpleasant tug squeezes my solar plexus. My girlfriends are so much younger and cuter than I am. Sadie is Foxfire’s age and here I am with gray mixing into the blonde of my hair, making it appear lighter than it really is.

“This is Titus, my son-in-law’s father,” I explain as everyone starts offering their name and hand to him.

“Are you up here to visit Sunny?” Sadie asks, her dimples making her appear even younger. She is the town’s most favorite teacher, and it’s easy to see why. Sweet and beautiful and seemingly innocent, she’s almost too perfect. Every parent tries to get their kindergartener in her classroom. I hear the principal made a strict “no request rule” after parents were resorting to camping out in her office trying to convince her.

Titus shifts uncomfortably in his seat. “Actually, I didn’t know she was up here. We ran into each other today at the gorge bridge.”

Sadie turns her smile up a watt. “Lucky you,” she breathes.

I almost snort. I doubt Titus shares that sentiment.

Our server appears and I order a margarita and nachos. Titus gets enchiladas and a burrito, despite the server’s warning that the burrito is huge.

“Oh, I’m sure he’ll put it all down,” I pipe in, remembering how much the guy eats. I guess when you’re that big, your metabolism runs like crazy.

Charlie toasts him with her cider. “Titus, have you taken yoga before?” Of all my girlfriends, she’s the most boyish, with a pixie haircut and curvy form hidden under a Namaste, Motherfucka t-shirt. She’s ripped the collar off so when she leans forward, a hint of her impressive cleavage flashes.

That niggle of jealousy rises up again.

“First and last time,” he rumbles.

Everyone laughs and Titus looks down at me. “No offense, sunshine.”

I think we’re both surprised that the endearment rolled off his tongue so naturally.

Although it’s not that big a stretch. My name is Sunny, after all. It’s not a new nickname for me. Somehow it’s different coming from his lips, though.

He seems uncomfortable, like he wishes everyone would stop talking to him, so I redirect. “Charlie, how’s post office business?”

She shrugs. “Same-o, same-o. Someone had crickets delivered to their PO box, though, and they chirped all freaking day long. Drove us all nuts.”

“Oh, crickets. I should get some to show my students. They’d love it.” Sadie tilts her head to the side, looking adorable as she thinks.

“Won’t Scott just love that,” Charlie teases.

Sadie’s gaze drops to the table.

“Sadie?” Adele picks up on it right away. “Are you okay? Did something happen with Scott?”

“We decided to see other people,” Sadie says softly.

“Oh no,” Charlie growls. “That fathead. Did he cheat on you?”

“That’s not what she said,” Adele protests, but pain flashes over Sadie’s face. “Oh no, he didn’t.” Adele switches to momma bear mode. “I will end him.”

“It’s okay,” Sadie whispers and Charlie wraps an arm around her.

“Damn straight it’ll be okay, after we rip his head off. Men suck.” She turns to Titus. “Present company excluded, of course.” I notice she doesn’t look at Chas.

“Don’t ever date in this town,” Adele advises Titus who looks like he wants to race for the hills. “It’s a fishbowl.”

“Drink this,” Charlie pushes her cider towards Sadie, whom I’ve never seen drink anything stronger than a Coke. “It’ll put hair on your chest.”

“I don’t want hair on my chest,” Sadie squeaks, but she drinks.

“I never saw you with him. He was so”—Adele makes a face—“fake. The opposite of you, sweetheart.”

“Opposites attach,” I put in. “Oops, I mean attack. No, attract.” I pat my lips to apologize for the word jumble. I’m always flubbing up expressions. It’s a special gift of mine.

“You’re so right. My ex is totally weird. Totally blunt, no tact. Completely opposite to me,” Charlie announces. “Anyway, Sadie, I know what you need. A one night fuck!”

Sadie chokes on cider.

Titus pinches the bridge of his nose. He did not expect to get in the middle of girl talk.

“Headache?” I murmur.

“Yeah.”

I look with my inner eyes at his auric field and see the giant gray cloud hanging over his head.

“Permission to clear your energy?”

“Come again?”

I hate this part. I have gifts but you can’t go messing with people’s energy without their permission, and to get permission, I have to explain something they probably won’t understand or believe in.

“Just say yes.”

His gray eyes are thoughtful, but he nods his head. “Okay.”

I imagine a giant vacuum over his head and suck away the gray cloud, keeping at it until every trace is gone. Then I infuse his aura with a soft pink-purple light. “There. Better?”

He frowns and touches his temple. “Uh, yeah. Actually. It’s gone.”

“Good.” I turn back to the conversation at the table and join back in, ignoring the scrutiny I sense from Titus and sucking my margarita down faster than I should.

I can’t stop thinking about what will happen next. Will he stick around? Walk me to the bus? Or invite me to his place? Or is he going to say goodbye and good riddance? My intuition does me no good in this situation, which I think relates to his indecision. Like he hasn’t made up his own mind.

And I can’t decide what I want, either.

That’s not true, I definitely want to get physical with Titus.

Tonight.

But I get too fluttery when he’s around. Too excited. And I’m attached to an outcome here, which is always bad. That outcome is not him driving off on that Harley after a wham, bam, thank you, ma’am.

I excuse myself to go to the bathroom, climbing over Titus to get out of the booth.

Big mistake.

I lose my footing—or did he pull me down? I land on his lap and… hello, big guy.

Definitely happy to see me. Big as I remembered.

“Fates,” Titus curses, his breath hitting the back of my ear, his growl awakening every part of me that wasn’t already on high sexual alert.

He has one hand on my hip and he pulls me tighter against his lap at the same time he rolls his hips to show me his reaction.

But then, just as quickly, he lifts me. No, he practically throws me off.

The guy is hella strong. I mean, who can deadlift a woman while sitting?

I get catapulted to the floor outside the booth so fast I stumble. My pussy’s wet from the encounter—so wet I’m afraid it will show through my yoga pants. I take off to the bathroom as fast as I can.

When I get back, I find cash on the table where Titus had sat.

Even though I knew it was coming, I’m unprepared for the sinkhole of disappointment that drops me three stories in a single second.

Titus

What am I doing?

What in the fuck am I doing?

I find myself circling Sunny’s VW bus in the parking lot across the street from the plaza. I meant to march out here, get on my bike and drive off.

It was a solid plan.

Okay, fuck that. It was a cowardly plan. Sunny had taken off for the bathroom, and I had a boner as big as the Sears building, and I couldn’t get my wolf under control.

So I bailed.

But now I can’t bring myself to actually leave. Which seriously pisses me off.

Damn that ridiculous and beautiful human.

The thought of hurting Sunny’s feelings shouldn’t be such a big factor here, but it is.

Well, she is my daughter-in-law’s mother. She’s like family. I wouldn’t want to give offense and piss off Tank or Foxfire.

Or Sunny.

Yeah, it’s totally about Sunny.

There’s something magical and mystical, and fuck, yes—weird—about the woman.

And that doesn’t bother my wolf a bit.

So I’m out here like a stalker, deciding if I should stay or go. And yeah, the Clash song is playing in my head. I had a thing for punk back in high school. Mohawk and everything.

I catch her scent, and I know it’s too late.

For some reason that pisses me off even more. I spin around and park my arms across my chest and my ass against her VW bus, which makes the whole thing groan with my weight.

“Titus.” She sounds surprised.

And looks hurt.

Fuck.

I don’t even know what to say to her. I don’t know what I want from her. From this.

So I just stand there, glaring. Growling.

She stops. “You’re mad. Why are you mad?”

My nostrils flare at her frankincense and orange scent and my cock gets hard as stone. My wolf is on the edge now. So much I can’t think straight.

“Not mad,” I growl. My boner throbs under the thin gym shorts.

She tips her head to the side. It’s an animal-like gesture—similar to the way she looked before she asked my permission to clear the headache. Like she’s using her senses beyond the normal human capacity.

Her eyes widen and then her gaze drops to my swollen cock. “Oh.”

Christ.

And that’s it. My wolf has had enough.

Before I can stop myself, my hand shoots out to grasp her nape, and I spin her around until her ass hits the bus. I flatten her against it, my mouth colliding with hers.

“Fuck,” I rumble against her lips, right before my tongue sweeps into her mouth.

Her lips part, she sucks my tongue, kisses me back. Her hands brace against my shoulders, but she’s not pushing me away, she’s pulling me in.

“Get in that fucking bus,” I snarl, my humanity gone. “That pussy’s mine tonight.”

She fumbles with the door, seemingly as desperate as I am. I smack her ass.

Smack it again, hard.

“Ow, Titus.” There’s laughter in her voice, which is a relief because I’m incapable of dialing back my sexual aggression right now. I need to get between this woman’s legs like it’s my holy quest.

“That’s for being such a fucking cock-tease.” I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her soft ass back against the bulge in my shorts. My other hand cups her mons in the front. Her pussy’s so wet I can feel the dampness through her yoga pants.

Her knees buckle, and the keys drop to the pavement.

“Titus!” Her voice is shaky. “I can’t concentrate when you do that.”

I stoop to pick up the keys and get the door open myself. And then I throw her inside. There’s a mattress in the back, same as I remember from before. I slam the door shut and push her down on it.

I fall over her and yank her tank top down her shoulders to expose one breast.

My mouth connects with the stiffened peak, sucking it into my mouth, scraping my teeth over it. I give it a slap, and she gasps.

Something about Sunny has me showing all manner of dominance, and she’s not even a she-wolf.

Fortunately, she doesn’t seem to mind.

Her scent tells me it turns her on.

Her scent.

Fuck, her scent.

I grab the waistband of the yoga pants and tug them down and off. No panties. Damn! I need to taste that nectar she produced for me. Need it on my tongue now.

I lick into her, one long slow stroke. The groan that comes from my lips is half-feral. I go in for more, lapping, licking, flicking. I want to please her as badly as I need release. I’m dying to hear her come. To take her over the edge and satisfy her.

I grip her thighs and spread her wider, applying my tongue with more intensity, reveling in the way she squirms and wriggles, the cries and moans that fill the bus. I keep at it until she tears at my hair, inner thighs fighting to close around my head. Then I penetrate her with two fingers and find her G-spot.

Cover her mouth with one hand when she comes.

“Titus,” she pants when I uncover it. “Oh my goddess. What are you doing to me?”

“What am I doing to you?” I rise up onto my knees and shove down the gym shorts to free my cock. “Do you know what you did to me all night long?”

Her lips quirk and I realize she did know. She tortured me on purpose.

I shake my head. “Naughty hu—woman. Very naughty.”

I flip her over and slap her pale ass. The sound fills the bus, echoing around the interior. It’s a satisfying crack. I smack her again on the other side this time. My handprint blooms red on the first side.

Beautiful.

She wriggles her butt like she’s asking for more.

So I give it to her. Five firm slaps—enough to make her gasp and squirm.

Then I hold her down by the nape. “You want it from behind, beautiful?”

“Yes.” Her voice is breathy and sweet and there’s no hesitation.

And that’s when I realize. No condom. I don’t carry one because I’m not that kind of guy who goes around picking up random women. Besides, wolves don’t get STDs. But she doesn’t know that.

“Sunny.” My voice sounds strangled. “I don’t have a condom. I’m clean, though, I swear. Do you trust me?”

She looks over her shoulder at me. When she hesitates, I seriously think I might implode. But then she nods. “I trust you.”

Thank fuck.

“Good girl,” I say. The words surprise me. It’s not a phrase I’ve used before. My previous mate didn’t inspire this level of dominance or protectiveness.

Strange, since she was a wolf and Sunny isn’t.

“Shirt off,” I order. And once she’s ripped the tank off, I add, “Spread those legs for me, baby. You’ve got a hard fucking coming now.”

She lets out a strangled laugh and spreads her thighs wider. I’ve never seen anything so goddamn beautiful in my life. She has more butterflies tattooed at the base of her spine, spreading across her hips and then ascending on a diagonal to the shoulder tattoo. I remember the tattoos from last time, but they strike me anew.

“So pretty. Got any new ink, baby?”

“Mmm, you’ll have to find out for yourself,” she murmurs against the sheets.

Challenge. Accepted.

I nudge her thighs wider and kneel between them, then rub the head of my cock against her entrance. She’s still leaking honey, sweet and silky. I slide right in.

“Fuck that’s good, baby.” I ease back, then slam in hard, causing her to give a little scream.

“Oh, you didn’t think I’d be gentle with you, did you?” I repeat the action, loving the way my loins slap up against her ass like another spanking.

She laughs. “I seem to recall you broke a wall last time.”

Damn. She’s right. She does something crazy to me.

I palm one shoulder to keep her in place, then fuck her with powerful thrusts. I want in deeper, harder.

I know it’s too much. I’m sure I’m hurting her—she’s human, after all—but I can’t seem to stop myself.

All I can do is try to soothe her with my words. “You’re taking it like a good girl, though, aren’t you, sunshine?”

I fuck so hard the bus bounces on its wheels. Everything in it rattles and shakes.

Sunny’s breathing in gasps that I force out of her with each slam in.

She bumps her head against the door and readjusts, pulling her hips up so she’s on her knees. I hold tight around her waist and keep pumping hard.

“You like that angle, baby? Where I get in so deep?”

“Yes,” she gasps. “Fuck, yes.”

Her enthusiasm is too much for me.

“I was thinking about this all through yoga,” I confess. “All through dinner.”

“Me too!” She’s breathless, her face turned to one side against the mattress, hair a wild halo.

“Yeah? Is that why you were such a cock tease?” I slap her flank. “Sitting on my lap and making me hard?”

“You pulled me to your lap!” she protests.

Maybe I did. She’s probably right. I didn’t mean to, but then she was climbing over me, her soft body right over my lap. What was I supposed to do?

“You needed this fuck.” I accuse her, even though I’m the one who needed it.

“Yes,” she agrees. “Definitely.”

And that’s when coherent speech becomes impossible. I’m too dizzy with lust, too high on her enthusiastic reception.

I pound and pound until my vision goes to white lightning, and I roar so loud the bus shivers.

And then I come.

I fill her with my cum, soak the sheets. And only when my vision clears and I can breathe again, do I realize she’s coming too. Her pussy’s squeezing every last drop out of me in quick pulses.

I lower us to the mattress and wrap an arm around her waist, keeping her ass tucked against my lap, my cock still inside her. Our chests move together as we catch our breaths.

My wolf wants to issue all kinds of claims and demands. Get rid of that pretty boy asshole. You’d better not be touching other men in yoga. This pussy is mine.

But for once, I’m smart enough to stop myself. I have no claim on Sunny, nor do I intend to claim her.

She can—and will—do whatever the hell she wants, including slipping me a note and driving off the moment I fall asleep.

I already know how this thing between us works.

So this time I do the leaving.

I kiss her neck. “Thank you, Sunny,” I murmur. I slip out of her and climb up.

She rolls over. “That’s it?” There’s accusation in her tone, although I don’t know what she wants from me. She’s not exactly the settle down and have a relationship type. I’m unable to think of a response because as I rise up, I get the full view of her naked, and my body stills. I can only stare. Drink her magnificence in.

She blinks those blue eyes at me, watching steadily. “Am I going to see you again?”

I clear my throat. Try to make my lips move. “Uh, I’m not sure.” I rub the back of my neck.

She drops her face into the sheets. “Right.”

I don’t know where she gets off being upset. Still, a stab of guilt hits me square in the chest. I did just barge my way into her bus and fuck the daylights out of her.

“Well, I’d like to see you again, Titus.”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay. But I gotta go now. I’ll come find you.” I back out of the bus and shut the door.

I left my motorcycle on the opposite end of the plaza, so I walk back the way I came, through the now empty town square. I’m almost to the other side when I hear the scream of metal on metal and my whole world flips on end.