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.