Alphas of Sin

by Anthology

  Just as my itch was almost scratched, and I was about to come, he rolled us over, and I was on top, in the limelight. He leaned me back so he could watch his cock disappear inside me. “Oh, fuck me, Kat,” he grunted out, his eyes locking with mine.

  And I bounced with more purpose, knowing he was watching. I rode him like mad to reach my climax point again.

  “Fuck, kitty Kat,” he muttered.

  I stopped and got off of his dick. “What did you call me?”

  “Kitty Kat? Do you not like it?”

  I felt sick. “You heard me in the woods.”

  “What are you talking about?” The clear confusion on his face let me know, I must be crazy.

  Kitty and cat go together, duh. For some reason, I’d suddenly thought he’d been the something big and dark I’d seen when I’d run into the forest to practice my act. Why? Because I always have to find fault in everything, even a good bunch of unattached sex.

  “Nothing,” I finally answered him.

  “So, you don’t like to be called Kitty Kat. Got it. Let me show you something you’ll like.” Ty, unfazed by my freak out, came up behind me, playing with my girls again. At his direction, I assumed the position on my knees and elbows. He entered me from behind, wadded up my hair and tugged it back as hard as he pounded his cock into my swollen, needy snatch.

  “Do you like that, Kat?”

  I did—even though he was rough, and it was painful for my scalp and suddenly my shoulder ached. He was in complete control of me. I couldn’t have moved away if I wanted to. “Uh huh,” I barely voiced an answer out before his hand wrapped around me to jiggle my clit.

  He slowed down purposefully. Ty was going to come and was making sure I would as well. “Come for me, baby.”-And boy did I, in an explosion of rainbows and unicorns and everything that's blissfully, usually out of reach. A feeling of untainted happiness overcame me—satisfaction.

  * * *

  Nestled in Ty’s big arms, I felt too good. We talked for ages, about nothing important which was probably the most important stuff, about movies and books we adored. Then other subjects came up. I told him about how my dog Miss Pants had died, and I’d lost my first and only publicist job because I wouldn’t find my client some new synthetic street drug one night.

  “You have principles?”

  “No, I’m just not hip enough. I found him a mess of cocaine instead, but spilled it on my rug. I vacuumed it up, but there was so much dog hair, it was unusable.” I laughed.

  He laughed. “You are a bad girl. I miss Hollywood sometimes. Speaking of which, I’m sure you know why I’m here. Damn squib. It’s been all over the news.”

  “I heard, and it’s just awful.”

  He clammed up and didn’t talk anymore about him. “Tell me more about this ex-boyfriend.”

  “Mike’s a giant ass. And he was never my boyfriend. I was the other woman.”

  “His side piece?”

  “I suppose.”

  “Isn’t that bad, for the wife.”

  “Yes, and I thought I was a horrible person for a long time, but you see, Mike had a sob story.”

  “Ah, they all do.”

  “His wife was so mean to him and shit. He was trying to leave her, but he needed to do it so he wouldn’t be ruined. Alimony and shit. Anyway, I fell for it all. It’s a long atrocious story. The worst part was, come to find out, I wasn’t his only side piece.”

  “This just keeps getting better.”

  “Just wait. I had no idea I wasn’t the only other woman until he finally got divorced and dropped me for the other—other woman. He ended up marrying her too, just last week, actually. And I had to go to their wedding because I couldn’t get out of it.”

  “Why ever not?”

  “I was his secret, a well-kept one, obviously. His new bride is my best friend.”

  “Wow, that’s fucked up, sort of makes mine and Vanessa’s public mess seem normal.”

  “Oh, no. That bitch is crazy for leaving you for that slime ball Sergio. He’s a dick. And at the altar… What an attention whore.”

  “Thank you,” he said with vigor, pleased with my assessment. “She is a huge attention whore. A real whore too.” His English accent was even sexier when he was excited. “And can you believe she was just nominated for a bloody Oscar.”

  “I know.”

  I fell asleep on Ty’s chest, slept through the storm and woke later that night. He woke up too. And that’s when the trouble started. We were at it again like animals, but this time as his cock slid into me, he kissed me on the mouth, something he hadn’t done before, and I kissed back. It wasn’t just any kiss, it was hot and heavy, bordering on something important brewing under the surface. Our lips locked, we were completely uninhibited. Somehow, it didn’t feel just sexual. In our groggy state, after having connected a bit more, we accidentally let some real passion seep in. We clung to one another like long time lovers. Ty stared into my eyes a little deeper than before. My heart skipped, and it scared the fuck out of me.

  When I came, and it was even better than the last time, I knew I had to go.

  Ty actually bandaged my shoulder and drove me to my car at my request.

  “Are you sure you don’t want to grab a bite?” He tried, but I was determined to leave before I decided to shack up with the man indefinitely.

  “In Juniper?”

  “Yeah, probably a bad idea.”

  “I guess this is goodbye?” I opened up the car door, getting ready to bolt.

  Ty grabbed my hand and kissed it. “Just until we meet again.”

  He drove back to his hiding spot. And I drove back to my life.

  Besides too many days of leaking his bodily fluids, I didn’t think I’d ever see Ty Lovering again, which was for the best considering I’d just had my heart broken and hadn’t even recovered.

  Milly returned from her honeymoon, and I gave her the play by play of my adventure.

  “And you just left, end of story?” She was full of questions.

  “End of story.”

  “No phone numbers or promises to see each other again?”

  “He said we’d meet again, but I’m sure he was just being charming.”

  Milly called the experience ‘life altering’ and made a bigger deal out of it than I did. I put it behind me for the most part until I was alone—in the dark—in my bed tossing and turning, thinking of that day and nights.

  My life did change after that.

  I went to my first real audition. I heard nothing back, even a month later, but at least I went, and I planned to go to more. I continued looking for real work, but I was done with PR, and I adopted a puppy from the shelter, a cute mutt I named Trousers. Avoiding having dinner with Milly and Mike, pushed me out into L.A. to find new friends. Tabitha, or Tabs, quickly became my new single best friend.

  Two months later, I was walking Trousers one morning, and my cell phone buzzed with a strange number. I answered, hoping it was someone wanting to interview me for a job—finally, but it wasn’t.

  “Miss Holloway, is noon all right?” The lady on the other line had to repeat herself.

  Beside myself, I couldn’t believe it was the studio calling me back in. I looked at my fitbit. It was 9:30 am. “Sure,” I lied as I turned back toward my apartment and walked Trousers faster.

  “I’ll email over the script. You’ll be reading the lead.”

  “The. Lead?”

  “Yes, have the first couple pages ready to go.”

  I showered and got dressed, and it was 10:30 by then. I checked my email and printed out my lines so I could pace with them for the next ten minutes before I had to get on the 101. By the time I arrived at the studio at 11:30, I was a nervous wreck. And that’s when I saw him, Mike Hardy Shaw, my ex. I marched right over, pissed. “So, this is all your doing?”

  Mike looked delighted to see me, all fucking smiles when he turned around, not an inkling of surprise on his face. “Kitty Kat, of course, I’d want you. Let m
e introduce you…”

  Someone else was standing there with him, but I didn’t care. Rage bubbled up in me. “After how you dumped me, you think I’d be in your dumb movie?” I actually punched him in the chest. “You can eat a dick!” I spun around to leave.

  “It’s not his movie, it’s mine,” came a man’s voice—a familiar, British-ish voice. I turned around. Like a damn mirage, Ty Lovering was standing with my ex, Mike, but he was all cleaned up, looking like his former star self with no beard and short hair again, in a designer suit just like when he was on the cover of GQ as the sexiest man alive. What was he doing here? He couldn’t be real, could he? I reached out and touched his arm to make sure.

  After I was sure it was him, I whirled around and kept walking away. Ty followed, swearing he could explain. I stomped off faster, and he jogged after me. A smile took over my face. Ty Lovering was out of hiding, and he wanted me.

  This was just the beginning of our story.

  To be continued in a full length novel, coming soon.

  MORGAN JANE MITCHELL

  Bestselling Erotic Romance and Paranormal author Morgan Jane Mitchell spent years blogging politics and health trends before she rediscovered her love of writing fiction. Trading politicians for bloodsuckers of another kind, she's now the author of bestselling post-apocalyptic fantasy novel, Sanguis City. Her action packed series of vampires, witches, demons and zombies is paranormal romance, dystopia, urban fantasy and erotica in one bite. When Morgan Jane is not creating the city of blood or conjuring up other supernatural tales, she's dreaming up erotic and dark romances.

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  TEASE ME ~ NIQUEL

  CHAPTER 1

  Eric

  “Hey, Eric?”

  “Yeah, man?” I said, placing my laptop back in its case.

  “A few of the guys are going to the Tasty Peach tonight, and we wanted to know if you wanted to join us?”

  I looked at my colleague Jeff, and he seemed overly excited to go to the strip club two days before the fall semester began. He ran his hand over his bald head, and then through his beard, awaiting my response. I loved to fuck with him and make him sweat before I answered.

  “Sure, why the hell not? What time are we going?”

  “At eight o’clock. It’s amateur night. They also have half-priced wings and beers.”

  “I’ll meet you there!”

  “Cool,” he said, exhaling a sigh of relief that I had accepted his invite.

  I placed my case into my briefcase and shut off the lights as I exited the conference room. We’d just discussed our lesson plans and curriculum with the dean and her assistant, Janice.

  As I walked through the lot to find my Kia SUV surrounded by moving trucks, I watched as a few freshmen struggled with their parents to get their furniture inside the dorm.

  I stopped by my favorite Spanish restaurant, Diane’s, for a late lunch and made my way back to my condo in the suburbs of Sudbury, Massachusetts.

  I parked in the garage and with everything in my left hand I opened the fridge and grabbed a six-pack of beers. I need to start my pregame now. Tonight is gonna be a good night.

  * * *

  As I entered the smoke-filled bar, with a huge illuminated peach over the entrance, I spotted my colleagues sitting in the back of the club on a plush bench. The DJ had the music playing, but no one was on the large stage with three metal poles in the shape of a triangle.

  “Hey, man! I didn’t think you were going to make it,” Jeff said.

  I gave a nod to Roger, Clarence, and Marco. “Anyone in particular you’re excited to see?” I questioned the group.

  “No, but as long as they have a fat ass and some nice tits, I don’t care who the fuck they are. I will be getting a lap dance before I leave tonight!” Marco said, high-fiving the others.

  I took a seat next to Jeff, and the waitress immediately came over. She was a hot blonde, wearing a tight tank top and the shortest fucking shorts. “I’m Cadence, and I’ll be taking care of you gentlemen tonight. Would you like to order a drink or appetizer?”

  I wanted to order her, spread-eagle over the couch in one of the dark rooms, but I ordered a whiskey and a basket of wings and fries. The guys ordered the same. As the lights dimmed in the room, the fog machines kicked on and neon lights swirled around the stage as a short, fat guy, with a gray beard and short hair appeared on the stage.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our amateur night here at the Tasty Peach! I, Francisco, present to you five girls who will grace this stage for the very first time, before our all-stars come out to drain your bank accounts dry.” He paused, accepting our cheers and laughter. “Now, without further ado, here is your first amateur, Coco Chanel! She comes here all the way from Atlanta, Georgia, so let’s give her a Tasty Peach welcome!”

  Everyone cheered as the music changed. It was a slow remix of “Peaches and Cream” by 112. She graced the stage in a black robe, with her long dark hair flowing down the back. Her skin looked like smooth caramel, and her legs went on for miles. As she removed the robe, she had on a fuzzy top and bottom, covering her small tits and enhancing her plump ass.

  Our food and drinks showed up halfway through her performance, and to be honest I was glad because she was fucking terrible. She had so much oil on her skin that she couldn’t get a good grip on any of the poles. A few pity dollars flew on stage and I was thankful as fuck that I hadn’t wasted a dime on her.

  “Next up, Sugar Sweetness!” the announcer said as the song changed again.

  Another one who looked good, but you could tell the nerves were getting the best of her. The hard-on I hoped to have hadn’t come, and I was getting severely pissed off. I’d had hotter chicks in my psychology class, who would walk to my desk and make me stand at attention, but these girls—no.

  I focused on the wings and ordered another shot of whiskey. The announcer said another name, but being two shitty girls in, I’d stopped listening. The room went dark, and a light from the stage pulled my attention toward it. A woman, on top of a glowing box, lay flat on her back as the box changed color underneath her. I didn’t know what the meaning of this was, but it kept my attention—for now.

  A dim light flashed over her, and she had turned on her stomach, stretching her left leg over her head, with her right leg bent and her foot extended to the sky. Fuck, that’s hot.

  I don’t know what came over me, but I had to get a closer look. There was one spot left in front of the stage and I took it, sitting beside a bunch of old men whose tongues and eyes were falling out of their heads. The lights flashed inside the box and she bent backward, flipping off of the box. I’d gotten a good look at her, and her hair was golden blonde, and she was wearing a black lace set. She was dancing to a remixed rendition of “Motivation” by Kelly Rowland.

  The lights flashed and she hopped onto the pole, letting her arm wrap around it, and spun around it with only her upper body. I gazed at her stomach, a gem reflected from the middle of it, and she smiled, her eyes meeting mine in the crowd.

  She slid down the pole and did a little twirl on the stage before grasping the pole again above her head, and jumped, wrapping her legs and arms around the middle of it. She held the bar with both hands and extended her legs, holding herself with only her arms. I was impressed, but then she flipped upside down and her legs were fully extended as she spun around the pole. Fuck, this girl is amazing. I found myself throwing a stack of ones I’d had in my pocket at the bottom of the stage, she was that good.

  Remaining upside down, she twisted herself until only the back of her leg was holding her on the pole and let her arms swing before repositioning herself. There’s no way this girl was an amateur.

  She spread her legs into an open split and my dick was throbbing against my zipper. I have to see this girl again. I have to make her mine.

  The res
t of the performance had me on edge, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away. She moved so gracefully around that pole that I could tell this meant everything to her.

  As she slid back down the pole and fell into a split position, the lights went off and the crowd gave her a standing ovation. Money was flying everywhere, and as the lights came back on, I could see the sparkle in her hazel eyes. I wanted to feel her smooth caramel skin wrapped around my cock, and I needed to feel it immediately. I learned then that her name was Kiki Love, and I would never forget it.

  I called one of the waitresses over and asked how I could get a private dance with one of the girls. She told me they didn’t usually do that for the amateurs, but I was persistent and told her I could afford it, but only if I could get Kiki Love.

  * * *

  A bouncer and the waitress escorted me to the dark rooms in the back; this was where the high rollers went. Normally, on a college professor salary, I wouldn’t be able to touch the fabric back here, but I had a large inheritance from my family and saved it, only splurging when necessary, and this was necessary.

  I sat down on the plush couch and waited as they drilled me and told me I couldn’t have sex, and I couldn’t put my hands on her, unless she gave me permission. I agreed, gave them my ID and credit card, and waited for her to enter the room. There was a self-serve bar inside the room and I quickly made myself a drink before I took my place in the middle of the couch.

  There was a faint knock at the door. “Come in,” I growled low. She turned the lights on and her head popped in, her long locks following. She slipped in wearing a different robe and smiled at me, before locking the door behind her. “Hi.”

  “Hey.”

  “So, I’ve never done this before.”

  “Me neither.”

  “I can trust you, right?” she asked, her eyes piercing mine. I’d never been this enticed by a stranger, but I let her know she could trust me, even if I couldn’t trust myself.

  “Yes, I promise not to hurt you, gazelle.”

  “Gazelle?”

  “You were so graceful and commanded every man and woman’s attention on that stage. That’s the only name I could see fit.”