Alphas of Sin

by Anthology

  My tongue slides against hers, perfection.

  “Mmm,” I groan.

  “What are you Mmming about?”

  “Thinking my head feels a helluva lot better. Time to get you home and under me.”

  Opal

  After the intensity at the clubhouse, when Trig said he was taking me home, I thought for a moment he meant he was dropping me back with the Rev. I may have called him a few choice names and punched him. We’re pulling up to the driveway of his house…our house. It may seem strange to move in with a guy before you’ve even had a first date, but I know what I want, and I want it with Trig.

  Rhonda Sue will be going to college this fall.

  College has never been something I’ve wanted. I’ve never been able to see beyond Trig and being his. Some may call me foolish and think he’ll only use me and toss me to the side. They don’t feel what I feel when he smiles at me—I feel that he is my forever.

  I know what I want—to be Trig’s old lady and have his babies.

  He asked me once what I wanted out of life and I told to him, “To be happy. To be a with a man that loves me without a doubt. To be a good mom and wife, that’s all I want. That's all I'll ever need.”

  Trig stared at me long and hard, holding me captive with his heated gaze. “You’ll have that and more Opal,” he promised.

  Parking his bike outside the front door, Trig tells me, “Welcome home babe.”

  I smile wide and bright, soaking this night in. I’m finally home. I’ll never have to live with my daddy again and suffer his wrath.

  Trig’s—our home, isn’t what I was expecting for a biker. The house is brick and has a gorgeous yard. No detail has been spared on the landscaping.

  I want to cry seeing my favorite flowers on display.

  Trig lifts me from the motorcycle. My legs are pure jelly. From riding, from being with him.

  “You like it?”

  “It’s perfect,” I whisper.

  “Knew how much you loved to plant shit. Got a head start when I bought the place.”

  “You did all this for me?” I’m speechless.

  Who knew a hell raiser like Trig could be so damn sweet?

  I did.

  I knew.

  I’ve always known.

  Solar lanterns light up the walkway and the front porch light comes on when we hit the first step. A swing takes up the far end of the porch and I can just see the two of us enjoying a quiet summer’s night out here in each other’s arms.

  Trigger unlocks the door then scoops me into his arms, we resemble newlyweds.

  “We didn’t get married silly,” I tell him.

  “In my world we did,” he says with a soft smile.

  I forgot I was still wearing his cut, it already feels like a second skin.

  Kicking my heels off as he crosses the threshold, I bury my face in his neck, inhaling all that is him, never wanting this to end.

  Trig puts me down gently on the black leather couch once he’s flipped on a light and closed the door.

  “I haven’t done much to the inside other than painting and redoing the floors. Figured you’d want to make it yours,” he says sheepishly. I do believe my man is being bashful. There’s a first.

  “We’ll make it ours,” I tell him trying my best not to burst in tears. He makes me so happy.

  “There’s a guest bedroom if you aren’t comfortable sleeping with me, but I’d prefer you next to me.”

  Standing up I cross the coffee table, climbing over the top to reach him. “Trigger, I love that you are being all sweet, but what I really want...what I’ve been waiting for, is to feel you skin to skin in carnal sin.”

  He grins wide and a primal growl rips from his throat.

  Before I can say fuck me, he has me in our bed stripping me bare.

  Trigger

  I was planning on taking my time with Opal and doing things right, but when she opens that sexy mouth, I can’t deny her what she wants—me. For her it’s always been me. I can’t say I haven’t bedded other women, but they were just fucks, whereas Opal is more than just a fuck, Opal is my world.

  She’s laying on our bed, spread open, naked, and ready for me. The embodiment of my every fantasy. I’ve imagined this so many times. Now I have her here and I’m gonna treasure her.

  Her nipples are already hard, and I haven’t even started. Her slender fingers are circling her clit as she plays with her pretty pussy for me while wearing nothing but my cut. Sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen, my name on display over her tits.

  Shedding my boots, jeans, and my shirt, I join her on the bed stroking my cock. Her eyes widen as she takes in my size.

  Her fingers brush the length of my shaft, coating me in her arousal.

  Slipping my cut down her arms, I toss it to the side. I’m eager to taste and please my woman. My greedy lips find their way to her breasts as she moans beneath my touch.

  Her fingers dig into my hips as I work my way to the heart of her desire. Pinching her clit, I ask her, “Who does this pussy belong to?”

  She pants my name in a breathy whisper, “You Trigger, it belongs to you. Only you.”

  “Damn straight,” I confirm, spreading her wide and licking her from ass to clit. I work her juicy tight cunt with two fingers, stretching her, getting her ready to take me.

  “You on the pill?”

  She shakes her head, whispering, “No.”

  Thank fuck. Maybe I’m crazy, but the idea of fucking her bareback, and knowing she could get pregnant makes me harder.

  “Good, I’m gonna fill you with my cum, want your belly swollen with my baby soon,” I confess. I’ve never wanted anything more than Opal and to give her the family she dreams of having.

  “Then do it,” she challenges.

  Leaning up I kiss her, telling her to taste her essence on my tongue.

  She moans into my mouth as I push inside her. I nearly spill my load, she feels so damn good, like a damn velvet glove squeezing me tight.

  A single tear trickles down her face and I lick it, wanting every piece of her, wanting to consume everything she gives me.

  “You okay?” I ask her, not wanting to hurt her.

  Her legs tightening around my waist as her back bows off the bed is the only answer I need. I rock into her, our hips rubbing, chests bumping, not fucking—making love.

  My climax is building as she takes me higher. Her lips find my neck, biting me harshly. My girl comes alive and shows me her wild side, taking just as good as she gives. Opal meets me thrust for thrust, kiss for kiss.

  Her mouth forms into a little O as she purses her lips, her breathing labored.

  “That’s it baby, let go...cum for me.”

  Her pussy tightens the hold it has on my dick, and I lose it. My sperm jets inside her, filling her with my love. When I slip out of her, she takes her finger and gets the last drop of my cum and tastes it. I groan into her shoulder. Goddamn she’s sexy.

  Opal

  Lying in bed with Trigger’s arms wrapped around me, I’ve never felt more free, more alive. He peppers kisses along my neck and his hardness brushes against my thigh as he moves over me, ready for another round. I’m tender but not too sore to please my man.

  My swollen pussy is soaked as he teases at my seam with the head of his dick.

  “Tell me what you want Opal. Love hearing that pretty mouth of yours talking dirty to me.”

  “You know what I want Trig, so give it to me,” I plead, wiggling closer to his dick.

  “Say it Opal,” he says, pinning me with his lust filled eyes.

  “I want you cumming deep inside me, making a baby with me, that’s what I want Trig.”

  “Good girl.” He smiles, leaning back on his calves.

  I could stare at this beautiful man all night.

  “Turn over,” he demands, so I do.

  His arm snakes around my waist, pulling me to my knees and positioning my body where he wants it.

  Kisses rain down my spin
e.

  Trigger takes my hands and holds them above the crack of my ass with one hand, while the other grips my shoulder as he hammers into me.

  He comes at me hard and fast. When he releases my hands he tugs on my hair, pulling my head back, and capturing my mouth.

  This is the difference between fucking and making love. The first time it was soft and sweet. Now it's frantic and fevered, hard and rough. Knuckles gripping the sheets, I stifle my moans in the pillow.

  Trigger pulls out to the tip then slams back in filling me to the hilt, repeating the motion until I shatter into a million pieces in orgasmic bliss.

  He isn’t far behind me in claiming his own release. I love feeling his warmth spread through me. His cum starts running down the insides of my thighs and he smears it back inside me.

  We collapse in a sweaty heap unable to speak, not needing words. His hand wraps around mine and we drift to sleep.

  I feel rough the next morning, but Trigger goes above and beyond to take care of me.

  I’m soaking in the tub while he cooks breakfast. The rumbling of a motorcycle barreling down the gravel driveway interrupts my morning peace. Heavy boots thump up the stairs to the porch moments later. I vaguely hear Trigger greeting someone and stepping outside.

  Guess that’s my cue to get out.

  After toweling off, I throw on one of my man’s tees and a pair of his jersey shorts. They hang off my hips, but I don’t think he’s gonna mind.

  Trudging to the kitchen my thighs ache with every step, but the pain is worth the pleasure we shared.

  Coffee is already waiting for me in a Harley mug. I grin and take a sip. He even made it just how I like it with French vanilla crème and sugar.

  Hugging the warm mug in one hand, I pinch a strip of bacon from a plate with the other.

  Padding to the living room, I look out the picture window and see Trig rubbing the back of his neck, talking with Angus.

  I don’t even want to know how he got that name. Angus sees me watching and gives me a salute. Trigger turns around and smiles my smile at me.

  A few minutes later, he waves Angus off and joins me at the kitchen counter for breakfast.

  After he’s taken a few bites Trig looks to me with a serious air about him. “We need to talk. Not sure how you’re gonna feel about what I have to say though.”

  I swallow hard urging my food to stay down. If he wants me gone, I may kill him if I don’t puke on him first.

  “What is it, just tell me.” I try to appear brave but my insides are quaking.

  “Got word the Rev is dead. Killed himself.”

  I gasp. Some may think it makes me cold and callous, but those words are music to my ears. My daddy was mean and didn’t have love for anyone who didn’t live up to his standards. One thing I do know though is he would never take his life. He intended on walking through the pearly gates someday.

  Trigger is watching me waiting for my reaction. I try to remember if I felt him get up any during the night, but I can’t recall. I was out.

  When I woke up this morning he was already up and dressed.

  “Well, guess we won’t have to worry about him anymore,” I say with a shrug.

  Trigger stares at me like I’m crazy and pulls me into him, sealing his lips to my forehead with a kiss.

  The End

  For Now

  Trigger will be expanded and released as a full length novel in 2017.

  GLENNA MAYNARD

  Glenna Maynard is a Kentucky native with a passion for romance, best known for her bestselling romantic suspense novel I'm with You and The Black Rebel Riders' MC series. When she isn't arguing with the voices in her head or drinking reader tears, she enjoys watching classic TV shows with her two children and longtime leading man.

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  THE RECLUSE ~ MORGAN JANE MITCHELL

  My heart raced as I dried my hands on my jeans. Sweaty palms, blurry vision and wanting to run back to my car—I had all the symptoms. I breathed in deep, circling the old building looking for a private spot, somewhere to practice—somewhere to rehearse. Why did I even sign up for this? Oh… Milly. This was all Milly’s fault. She’s my best friend who acts more like my life coach. The one who’d told me, just go for it.

  Easy, right?

  I’ve always wanted to act, but I could never stomach a simple drama class. Getting up in front of a bunch of people and everyone watching me—my worst nightmare but also my biggest dream. Envisioning the audience naked only made my nerves worse as I ended up imagining myself nude as well, and I’ve never been that girl. You know the one—the star. So not a ten—awkward looking at best with my red hair and wiry frame, I’ve only ever been an extra who longed for a supporting role.

  The fact that I became mute in a conversation of more than two people didn’t mean I didn’t desperately want to crawl out of my shell. All of my life I’ve been the biggest theatre and cinema buff. I spoke fluent movie quotes. I’d never seen a musical I didn’t reenact around my apartment. Planning a flash mob was way too high on my bucket list. All these monologues and songs resided in my head. Too bad all of my greatest performances were belted out in the shower or on the phone to Milly. I couldn’t even give her a toast at her wedding last week.

  “You need to let yourself have a life, Kat,” she scolded me after I’d flaked out.

  That’d really hurt. I’d had a life. It just hadn’t amounted to much, yet.

  “There comes a point in life, you must take a leap. Just go for it, like I did with Mike.”

  Our conversation had been about so much more than me fucking up the toast. My life stalled at a turning point. Everything I’d worked for my whole existence had been for nothing. This year I’d lost my job, my so-called boyfriend dumped me and my dog died. Without real connections to my family, my best friend, Milly was all I had left, and she’d just gotten married. I stood at the crossroads of a watershed moment where I had nothing, either to lose or comfort me into complacency—and everything to gain.

  Without even telling Milly, I went for it.

  Nobody knew I was here in Juniper to perform on open mic night tonight. This Deliveranceville, tiny speck on the map town became well known for its summer indie movie festival. Once a year Juniper’s mom and pop shops gave way to craft beer and fair trade coffee for the Hollywood executives searching for the next big thing. They’d take their pick of the indies, promising fame and fortune and in the fall the cycle of stardom began again. Up and coming film students stalked Freddie’s Comedy Club during Juniper’s Octoberfest, watching for fresh new faces. Impressing someone tonight could mean landing a role in an artsy flick by winter.

  Go big or go home, right?

  I even signed up under my new stage name Kitty Holloway, thinking Kitty appropriate since my real name was Katrina and everyone always called me Kat. Plus, it’s kind of hilarious since Kitty sounded like some kinky porn star babe, but then you get me, a girl who looked like she’d be perfect for a remake of Never Been Kissed. I reminded myself, it wouldn’t be me up on that stage. Kitty would do what I’ve always dreamed of—the bitch better.

  The club being packed like sardines wasn’t helping. It overflowed with fabulous, camera ready, it girls who probably went Paleo months ago and did CrossFit twice a day to prepare for this. If one more girl with fake teeth and tits strolled by me in four hundred dollar heels, I was going to bolt. If they weren’t perfect, they were edgy, dressed in black on black or way too hip for me, wearing goddamned fedoras and white-rimmed glasses with rainbow highlighted hair. Fuck, I was just too normal.

  They say stage fright has to do with our animal instincts, our fight or flight response. So running off was only natural, right?

  I ran, but thankfully not to my car. I ran into the woods where I could find some privacy. Maybe I’d talk myself into not backing out. “You can do
this, Kat, I mean, Kitty,” I coached myself out loud. When I was far enough away from the crowd around Freddie’s, I closed my eyes, took a breath and became Kitty. Just like in the shower this morning, kitty didn’t miss a beat until she was interrupted by a rustle behind her.

  I froze as the sound came again, more than rustling leaves. Turning around as slowly as I could as to not call more attention to myself, I witnessed something big and dark moving through the trees, but I couldn’t identify it. I imagined an ax murderer, of course. My mind went to dark places with banjos playing in the background before I thought of elk and mountain lions. Big foot? Could be anything. Having seen enough scary movies, I decided not to wait around to find out. Pulling out my phone, I swiped for my flashlight and shined it all around me, thinking it’d scare off an animal or Sasquatch. When I thought I was safe, the coast clear, I checked my cell for the time. It was 7pm, an hour until I went on, and my phone read no service.

  Getting darker by the minute, the sky was barely visible through the dense foliage. I was surrounded. Everywhere I looked were trees upon trees without end in sight. I cursed my anxiety which had flown me in too far. Without my handy GPS, I spun around wondering which way I should go. Not being able to tell the difference, I picked the direction that seemed the most familiar, based on a feeling. A feeling that surely, I didn’t travel this far to fulfill a dream only to be lost in the forest behind the comedy club. Shoulders back, chin up, I strolled confidently for a bit, trying to keep positive. I would not be lost in the woods in Juniper.

  I could see the headline now, Kitty Holloway Eaten by a Family of Rednecks.

  Getting nowhere, I recalled all the movies, where the lost discovered they’ve been going in circles. Turning the complete opposite direction, I started the other way. I’d been using the flashlight and checking my phone for a signal the whole trip, draining its battery. At 8pm, show time, I finally concluded, I was lost. If things weren’t bad enough, they were about to get a lot worse as thunder rolled overhead.

  Drenched Jane Doe Found Half Eaten by Sasquatch.