Bad Boy Alphas

by Alexis Davie

  Spence sighed against her skin, and suddenly he scooped her up, placing her onto the sink behind them, causing her to gasp. His teeth gently bit down on her taut nipple through the fabric of her bra, and Erin felt a surge of warmth fill her.

  He pulled at her form-fitting leggings, yanking them down with one hand. Erin swallowed a smile.

  Well, that did not take him long, she thought with some amusement, her hands guiding his face lower across her belly and toward her thighs.

  In seconds, she felt his hot breath at her cleft, nuzzling her with precision, and Erin fell back on her hands, barely balancing herself on the edge of the sink as Spence’s tongue plunged into her deep and sweet center.

  Erin stifled a cry, not wanting to attract the attention of the patrons outside. Spence teased her skillfully and speedily with his tongue, bringing her to a climax faster than she could ever recall experiencing one.

  “Oh, my God,” she breathed. “I’m—Spence, I’m—I’m going to—!”

  Spence grunted in response, his tongue working faster. With the next skillful stroke of his tongue, Erin felt a strong sensation of pleasure undulate through her body, reaching every nerve. A satisfied groan made its way out of her throat.

  Erin’s head gently fell back against the mirror as she gasped for breath, her body quivering, but Spence did not stop, determined to bring her to another orgasm. He dipped two long fingers inside her, as she gazed at him through hazy eyes, her thighs tightening across his head.

  His digits flowed harder into her, and Erin could not hold back her cries as she released hotly once more. Slowly, Spence lifted his head, and Erin gaped at him in disbelief.

  “God, you’re amazing,” she told him, pulling his head up so she could kiss him and taste herself on his tongue, her hands fumbling for his belt.

  In seconds, Spence’s pants were around his ankles, while Erin’s ankles were on his strong, muscular shoulders, her heels abandoned on the bathroom floor. They stared at one another, their gazes locked.

  In one move, Spence was inside her, filling her, and when Erin saw his bright green eyes boring into hers, she was again struck with the memory of the creature she had seen flying over the campus.

  He has the same eyes, she realized as he grunted, steamy breaths escaping from his parted lips as he thrust in and out of her.

  Spence braced himself against the countertop, driving into her as his erection grew harder, seeming to fill her in each and every spot.

  Erin bit down on her lower lip, knowing she was going to scream if he continued to take her with such fervor. Before she could lose control of her silence, she felt him burning into her with streams of his pleasure.

  He moaned loudly, thrusting one final time as he exploded, his face sweating with the exertion.

  For a fleeting second, Erin thought she saw trails of smoke around him, but she instantly cast the ridiculousness from her mind.

  Spence withdrew slowly from her, gently taking Erin’s legs from around his head and placing her bare feet on the floor.

  Under normal circumstances, the realization that she was standing bare-footed in the men’s washroom of a bar would have sent Erin screaming, but the euphoria of the encounter was still clouding her mind.

  “Can we go have a drink now?” she asked teasingly. “Or are you still feeling shy?”

  To her amusement, Spence looked away as he fumbled with his clothes.

  “Okay,” he almost whispered, and Erin smiled to herself.

  It’s endearing, she decided. In a world where every man is full of themselves, he’s a breath of fresh air.

  She nodded, dressing quickly. “You can go out first, if you want,” she told him, noting he was already dressed. “I need to use the washroom.”

  Spence’s brow furrowed. “This is the men’s room,” he remarked, and Erin chuckled.

  “Yeah, I’m okay with that,” she replied. “Considering what we just did in here.”

  Spence flushed bright red.

  “Right,” he muttered, and again, she was enamored with his bashfulness. He snuck out, looking both ways before leaving her alone in the small bathroom.

  Erin turned to look at her reflection, ensuring that she had put her clothes on correctly and that her appearance didn’t give anything of what had happened away. As usual, not a hair was out of place, her shirt was unwrinkled, and her make-up was perfect.

  It was as if nothing had even occurred.

  It’s a good thing no one can see my shaking insides, she thought, noting that even her lipstick seemed to be untouched, despite the fervent kisses she had shared with Spence.

  Humming happily, Erin opened the door and nodded at a man who was waiting to use the facilities. He gave her a reproving look, but she didn’t care.

  Given the opportunity, she would do it again.

  As she rounded the corner toward the bar, she stopped, looking around.

  The blond god was gone.

  “Where’s Spence?” she asked Colin as she approached the bar.

  “Who?” he asked, eyeing her with a half-approving, half-contemptuous look.

  “Spence,” she snapped. “You know who I mean.”

  “Oh…” Colin drawled out the word for all it was worth, placing a freshly wiped glass onto a rack. “The guy you did in the bathroom, you mean?”

  Erin stared at him, her happy mood diminishing instantly.

  “Where is he?”

  “He left.”

  Erin’s jaw dropped. “What do you mean, he left?”

  Colin shrugged and reached into his bar apron, removing a scrap of paper.

  “He said he had to go,” he told her, “but he left this for you.”

  Erin reached over the counter for the paper in his hand and unfolded it, a myriad of emotions flowing through her.

  Why would he leave? He said he’d stay for a drink.

  She read the note with trembling hands.

  Erin, you are beautiful. I will see you in the stars now. Spence.

  A phone number accompanied the poetic words, and Erin felt a shiver flow through her, a beaming smile returning to her face.

  “You bitch,” Colin sighed as he studied her face. “He paid the tab, too,” he informed her. “And bought you another drink.”

  Strangely enough, Erin didn’t feel the need to drink her sorrows away anymore. She shook her head and laughed to herself, reaching for her cell phone.

  “No, thanks,” she said. “You can have it. I have to go.”

  Erin turned to leave, all her earlier troubles suddenly seeming trivial in light of the recent events. She pushed her way into the warm autumn night, her heart lighter than it had ever been before.

  As she walked, her gait was almost a skip, but something made her whirl in her spot, as if yanked by an invisible leash. Her eyes rested on an alleyway, though there was no fear in her as she stared into the darkness, instantly locating a set of brilliant green eyes peering back at her from the giant beast she had encountered earlier.

  Spence.

  He raised his majestic head, a stream of smoke emanating from his blue-black nostrils, and he blinked once, nodding.

  Erin raised her hand tentatively, and he extended his huge, primitive wings to levitate above the gloom of the laneway, his irises still fixated one her. Suddenly, he released a mournful shriek and flapped his wings, claws curled before disappearing into the sky.

  “Bye, Spence,” she whispered. “See you soon.”

  She could not wait to tell the girls about this.

  If they would believe it.

  But given the words they had all heard from Sylvie, another girl from the Kappa Mu Pi sorority, perhaps they would.

  * * *

  THE END

  Eternal Heart

  1

  “Do you want to help me, Soph?”

  Sophia Cawood glanced up from the stack of textbooks in front of her and looked at her mother.

  “I have a lot of reading to get through, Mom.”

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sp; “Okay,” she said with a bright smile and turned back to the cart filled with books. The library was exceptionally quiet, and Sophia relished in the idea of having it all to herself. That was one of the perks of having her mother as head librarian at the university Sophia attended.

  Rayvenhall University wasn’t one of the most prestigious universities on the East coast, but what it lacked in prestige, it made up for in appearance. It dated back to the nineteenth century, and the architecture was very gothic, which appealed to Sophia. It was very romantic and dark, and it made her feel like she was in a time where it was okay to be a loner and an outcast. At least then she would be left alone.

  Sophia had never been the most popular girl in high school—or popular at all, for that matter—which didn’t upset her. She constantly had her nose in a book, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. People were idiots… well, most of them, anyway, and she’d much rather spend her time in the library, reading.

  Besides, the library on campus was much quieter than her dorm room, as her roommate was a lackadaisical party animal who could not be quiet if her life depended on it.

  Sophia paged through her philosophy textbook, already bored at the contents. The library was quiet, with maybe one or two students apart from her within its walls, and that was how she preferred it. It was too unruly in the daytime, even though it was frowned upon to be loud in a library. She sighed and scanned the contents of her book, not sure if she had made the right choice to take philosophy.

  Too late now, she thought.

  She opened her notebook, ready to make notes of the material they were instructed to read through for class tomorrow morning. Occasionally, she would hear a shuffle from the other side of the library as her mother moved around, packing the books away in their designated places.

  Sophia suddenly froze as the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.

  There it was again—that feeling.

  The feeling that someone was watching her.

  But there was no one around her. The library was empty now, apart from her mother, yet she still felt someone’s eyes on her.

  It wasn't a new feeling for Sophia; she had first felt it on her first day at Rayvenhall. When she was surrounded by other people, the feeling was completely gone. It only popped up whenever she was alone, and it made her feel weird. Odd, even.

  Like that were even possible.

  Sophia looked around her, paranoid, but shook her head after realizing how silly she was being. The library doors were closed and had been for more than an hour. There was no one else there; she knew that. Why did this lingering feeling of being watched keep appearing?

  She ran her fingers through her shoulder-length blonde hair and sighed, trying hard to focus her attention back on the textbook in front of her. In the back of the library, she heard her mother enter the archives, and a few seconds later, the doors closed behind her again.

  “Okay, focus, Soph,” she muttered to herself and rolled her shoulders a few times.

  She had managed to get through an entire paragraph when a door creaked open, and she was convinced that all her efforts to concentrate had just gone out the window. She looked up from her book and said, “Mom, can we go now, please?”

  When there was no answer, Sophia frowned and stood from her chair. She carefully made her way through the aisles that led to the door of the archives, looking around her.

  “Mom?” As she rounded a corner, her heart nearly stopped when she saw a man standing only a few feet away from her, staring at the bookcase. “Holy crap, you scared me!”

  The man looked at her over his shoulder but didn't say a word.

  Sophia pressed her hand against her chest, her heart pounding rapidly. “You’re not supposed to be in here, you know.”

  “Why not?”

  She exhaled slowly at the sound of his voice, rolling seductively off his tongue. “Um,” she stuttered, her voice trailing as she stared at him. He was hot, with dark brown hair and light gray eyes that seemed to glow. Of course, he was way out of her league. He looked about the same age as her, but something about him made her think he had an old soul.

  He raised his eyebrows expectantly at her and asked, “Are you okay?”

  Sophia pursed her lips briefly and nodded, hoping it would snap her out of her stupor. “Yes. I’m fine. You can’t be in here.”

  “Again, why not?”

  “The library is closed.”

  “Says who?”

  “My mom. She’s the boss around here.”

  “I see.”

  The man turned back to the books he was looking at, and they stood there in silence for what felt like forever. Sophia had to break the silence, or she would surely drool on the floor.

  “I’m Sophia, by the way.”

  “Noah,” he answered simply.

  “How did you get in here?” she asked with a frown. She was sure all the doors were closed and locked.

  “I’ve been here a while.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes,” he said and narrowed his eyes at her briefly, as if studying her.

  “Are you looking for something in particular?”

  “You work here, too?”

  “N-no, I don’t,” she stuttered, silently scolding herself for being such an awkward idiot. She had never stuttered like this before. What the hell is wrong with me? she thought. “But if you tell me what it is you’re looking for, maybe I can help.”

  “I highly doubt you can help me.”

  She cocked her head to the side and frowned. “Okay.”

  “Okay.”

  “Fine.”

  Sophia straightened up and left Noah there. She had almost reached her desk when she suddenly felt a presence behind her, and she whirled around with a shriek.

  “Oh, my god! Would you stop being so creepy?” she asked.

  “I am not creepy,” Noah said.

  “Yes, you are.”

  “Well, you’re the one screaming.”

  “That makes me crazy, not creepy.”

  Noah cocked his head to the side in confusion.

  Not the first time someone did that, Sophia thought as she watched him shake his head at her.

  “What’s going on in here?”

  Her mother appeared out of nowhere, and Sophia ran her fingers through her hair.

  “Nothing, Mom.”

  “Your daughter seems to think that I am creepy,” Noah mentioned.

  “Probably with good reason, too,” her mother said.

  “Mom,” Sophia muttered.

  “The library is closed—”

  “He knows,” Sophia interjected. “He was just leaving.”

  “Yes,” Noah said. “I was just about to leave.”

  “Let me walk you out,” her mother said, and he nodded.

  Without even one glance or word at Sophia, Noah followed her mother to the front door and said, “My apologies, Mrs. Cawood. I didn’t mean to make your daughter scream and disrupt the quiet. I know how important that is to you.”

  “No harm done, Noah. Have a good night,” she said with a smile and let him out. After she closed and locked the door, she walked to where Sophia stood.

  “You know him?” Sophia asked with a raised eyebrow.

  “Sure. He comes in here a lot.”

  “He scared the crap out of me.”

  “Is that why you were screaming?”

  “Yes.”

  “Well, you shouldn't,” her mother said, walking to the back of the library.

  Sophia frowned, following her mother with a look of exasperation on her face. “You seem awfully nonchalant about this.”

  “About what?”

  “What if he had attacked me?”

  “Oh, Noah is harmless.”

  With eyes and a voice like that, he’s anything but harmless, Sophia thought. “How long have you known him?”

  “He’s a year ahead of you,” her mother answered.

  “So, you would rather trust a creepy guy you�
�ve known for a year more than you would your own daughter?”

  “I never said that.”

  “You didn’t have to,” Sophia pouted, crossing her arms.

  Her mother rolled her eyes at her and turned to look at her. “Really, honey. It’s not that big a deal. Noah is a sweet kid. Maybe you should hang out with him again.”

  “No. He’s...” Sophia’s voice trailed off, and she looked at her mother.

  “He’s what?”

  “He’s not the type of person I want for a friend.”

  Her mother pursed her lips and crossed her arms. “That’s a pity. He’s really cute.”

  That’s an understatement, and exactly the reason why I can’t be friends with him, Sophia thought miserably.

  “Oh, well,” her mother said nonchalantly. “Are you ready to go?”

  “Yes. More than ever.”

  As Sophia and her mother left the library and walked to their car, she missed a pair of luminous gray eyes flickering in the moonlight, and she didn’t see them following her as she climbed into the car before it drove off into the darkness.

  2

  The late afternoon sun felt fantastic on Sophia’s skin as she sat on the grass and stretched out her legs. Her classes had started early that morning, and she was relieved to be done for the day. Philosophy class was a nightmare—all her classes were, actually. She struggled to focus and couldn’t get Noah out of her head. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t stop thinking about him. These feelings building up inside her were strange and out of the ordinary; she had only seen and spoken to him once.

  Once.

  “Get a grip, Soph,” she muttered and shook her head in disapproval.

  There was no way a guy like that would ever give her the time of day. He had left last night without another word to her. He was just too far out of her league.

  “Hey.”

  Sophia’s head snapped up from the sudden voice beside her, and she looked into Noah’s bright eyes.

  “Where the hell did you come from?” she asked with a scowl.

  “I came from my last class.” Sophia felt her face flush red at the obvious answer. “I hope I didn't bother you. You looked like you were five thousand miles away.”