Alpha’s Challenge: An MC Werewolf Romance (Bad Boy Alphas Book 4)
Alpha’s Challenge: Chapter 7

Foxfire

We replace a hotel in town. “Wait here.” Tank heads to the lobby. I stretch and drink the rest of my water.

My door opens, and Tank offers his hand. “Time to get out, baby,” he murmurs. His voice is all sexy deep. I want to wrap it around me like a blanket. I love that he calls me baby, almost as I love seeing the conflict in his eyes when I call him Daddy. It’s one part pure lust, one part shock, one part guilt.

“I have to make a call,” Tank says as he opens the lobby door for me. “You gonna be good and stay put?”

“For now.” I shoot him a sly grin. I go to flip my hair back and end up pulling a few stray pieces of grass out instead. “I want to clean up, anyway.”

He nods and leaves me be. I decide to go full force, taking a mini shower and then carefully combing my hair.

The hotel has an old time-y theme, with pictures of pioneers and a few wagon wheels hung on the wall.

I eye the solitary bed. It’s a sturdy thing made of real wood, only missing a quilt. I should offer to get a separate room, but I can’t bring myself to suggest it.

Tank returns with his black bag and sets it on the floor while nudging the door shut with his foot. He rubs his face and then tugs off his shirt.

Suddenly, I’m wide awake.

“Damn. Are all werewolves so ripped?”

Tank glances at his impressive self before grabbing a water bottle and downing it. “Yeah. Our metabolism does it.”

“You should turn Eclipse into a male strip club. You’d make bank.”

Tank frowns.

“Just saying. I’d work there… for free.”

“You’re not going to be looking at any other wolf,” he growls. “Not while you’re with me.”

I blink. I didn’t realize I was with him, but I like the sound of it.

“For example, flirting with that cop this afternoon. Big no no.”

I hide a smile, feign innocence. “But—”

“I mean it.” His stern naughty Foxfire gaze makes me shiver.

Werewolves are possessive. Good to know.

“In fact, flirting with anyone in front of me earns you punishment.”

I lick my lips. “This punishment. Am I gonna like it?”

His lips twitch. “Yeah, baby, you’re going to love it. You’re a submissive, through and through.”

“How do you know?”

His voice grows deeper. “I can smell your arousal from here.” He saunters slowly toward me.

I sit on the edge of the bed and twitch my legs together for relief.

When he reaches me, he grasps both my knees and shoves them wide. “This pussy.” He stares at the apex of my thighs as if he could see through my jean shorts. The jean shorts that I should’ve left in Tucson, because I’ve been freezing my ass off at the much higher elevation of Flagstaff.

I fall back onto my elbows. My breasts lift and fall with my panting breath. “What about it?” I whisper.

He crouches down and gets eye level with the seam of my shorts. Leans in and uses his teeth against my most sensitive bits. “This pussy is wet right now just because I’m bossing you around. Isn’t it, baby?”

“Yes.” I say it on an exhale, so it sounds like a gasp.

He stands, pushing my knees back so they roll up to my shoulders. I lie flat on my back, offering up the goods like a submissive pup. He looks down at me, eyes glowing amber. “Show it to me.”

“Wh-what?”

“You heard me. I want to see that pussy begging for her punishment.”

OMG. Did he just personify my pussy?

I’m beyond turned on. There’s a rushing sound in my ears; my vision is going hazy. I fumble with the button of my jean shorts.

“Good girl,” Tank purrs.

Flicking it open, I wiggle the fabric down my legs.

“Are you… are you not wearing underwear?” he asks in strangled voice. Apparently he didn’t notice when we stripped to shift. He takes over when my shorts are mid-thigh, pulling them the rest of the way.

“I don’t like them.”

“I should punish you just for that. Naughty girl. Keeping that bare pussy so close to me all day long.”

“That makes no sense, wolf-boy.”

“That’s it, little fox.” He scoops his forearm under both my knees and pulls them up and to the side. I’m confused until his hand claps down on my now exposed ass. I squeal. He lands a few more swats, one on each side and one in the middle.

Holy mother of god! In this position, he can spank not just my ass, but my pussy, too, which protrudes between my legs.

His lips quirk up, and I know he’s noticed the moisture leaking from my foxy bits. He brushes his thumb lightly over them.

I jerk, every nerve ending lit up and sensitive.

“Are you beginning to see how this works, little fox?” He strums my bits again.

I’m forgetting my own name. “How what works?”

“Who’s on top here? And who’s on the bottom?” He smacks one cheek a couple more times, but he’s far more interested in making me shiver and tremble as he pets between my legs.

“I’m not ready to concede anything.” My voice sounds shaky and, considering my position, I don’t think he’s buying it. “I-I still have rights.”

“What rights?” He smirks. “I’m bigger than you.”

“That’s not fair.”

“That’s how it works. I’ll treat you right, baby. If I give you orders, it’s for your protection, not because I have a hard on for control. Dominant wolves want to protect the weak.”

“So you do want to protect me?”

“I have to protect you. It’s a compulsion.”

Disappointment spears through my haze of lust. It’s what I feared—he doesn’t want to be here with me, he’s just honor bound.

“So, when I give an order, you obey.”

“Yes, Daddy.” My tone is a touch snide.

He lifts my knees higher and delivers several more smacks, harder this time.

I yelp. “Tank—”

“It’s okay, baby. Take your punishment, and I’ll take care of you.”

“Please,” I gasp when he smacks particularly hard. It’s not so much I can’t take it, but I am super-duper turned on and don’t quite know what to do with that.

“You gonna be a good girl?”

“Yes, please. I’ll be so good.”

“You gonna do what I say?”

“Yes, big man.”

“Fuck,” he mutters. His cock bulges in his jeans. I’m not the only one affected by this.

He stops spanking me but rests his hand on my bottom, squeezing absently.

“Fuck,” he repeats. “I can’t believe you aren’t wearing underwear.”

He rubs his thumb over my slippery flesh and replaces the sweet spot. He uses the lightest feather-touch along my aching bud. I suck in a breath, and he stops.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Uh no. It’s just—” I’m so sensitive. I was working and focused for so long, my foxy bits were ignored. “It’s been a long time.”

“Baby,” he murmurs and lowers my ass back to the bed, releasing my knees.

When he brings his fingers back between my legs, I catch his hand, pressing my fingers over his. I show him how I like it, not that he doesn’t seem capable of figuring everything—and then some—out on his own. “Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t stop.” His voice sounds even deeper than usual. “Play with your breasts,” he orders.

I relinquish my pussy to his care and slide my hands up inside my T-shirt, under the cups of my bra. Imagining my fingers are his, I pinch my nipples, tugging them, giving a little pain with the pleasure.

I lose my inhibitions and rock against him.

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Take it, baby. Take what you need.”

“Fuck,” I gasp. “I’m gonna come.” I rock my hips harder, grinding against his fingers as my orgasm washes over me.

“Stay where you are,” Tank commands, standing up. I sprawl before him, my legs spread. He tugs me to the edge of the bed. I wrap my legs around him as he pushes his jeans down just enough to take his cock out and jack it slowly.

“Tank…”

“Touch yourself.”

My hand creeps between my legs, and I do as he commands.

“Tell me when you’re close.” He catches my ankle. “Spread your legs wider. Give me a show.”

My head rolls back at that. Fuck, obeying him is so hot.

“Tank—”

“You close?”

I nod.

“Stop, and take off your shirt. I’m gonna mark you. Not permanently, just with my cum.”

I don’t know what permanently even means, but damn, that’s hot. I strip my shirt and bra off and scoot closer to the edge of the bed.

“Touch yourself again.”

I do, keeping my eyes on his massive rod. His hand wraps around it, but mine barely fit.

Arousal stabs through me, and I moan.

“Don’t come. Not yet,” he growls.

“Please—”

He jacks faster. “I mean it, baby. You come before I do, and I’ll spank your sweet little pussy.”

Suddenly, I’m close, too close. Right on the brink. “Tank—”

He gives a deep groan. I crest again as he paints me with his seed.

“Fuck,” I pant.

“Fuck,” he agrees.

I laugh, but he’s serious as he reaches out and smears his spend over my breasts. “Good, baby. Stay.”

I sag back on the bed as he heads to the bathroom. The tap runs, and he returns with a cloth and cleans me. I smell like him. I love it.

I start to rise, but he stops me. “Stay.”

“I want water.” Seems like I’m thirsty all the time now that I’ve found my fox side.

“I’ll get it.”

I sit up anyway, if only to admire the taut ass of the man who just gave me the best orgasm of my life. He returns and I drink the water then test my wobbly legs on the floor. I’m relaxed, like I’ve had a full body massage. Spanking and orgasms. Miraculous.

Tank cleans up by rubbing a wet towel over his face and body. I know this is just a romp, but I can’t help imagine what it’d be like to wake up next to this guy every morning. Not to mention go to bed with him every night.

I might not leave the bed.

But he’s made it pretty clear he’s not interested in a relationship. And he just purposely didn’t go all the way with me, which means he’s holding back for a reason.

“Hey.” I touch my foot to his leg. “Can wolves get foxes pregnant?” It’s my old defense mechanism. Say the thing that will make them run. It works.

He goes still.

“Kidding,” I say quickly, but it’s too late. When he turns, his expression is blank. The walls are back up.

“Foxfire—”

“Tank, I know this is all for fun.” He looks annoyed at being interrupted, but I barrel on. “No strings attached. I’m not expecting anything long term.”

He watches me carefully. Werewolves can smell lies. Well, I’m not lying. I spread my hands and make my case. “I’m rebounding, remember? I just broke up with… with… um…” What was his name again? I sit blinking at Tank for a moment, drawing a blank until, finally, I remember. “With Benny. We were together for two years, so… yeah, that’s a long time. Whereas this—” I wave my hand between us. “This is just for fun.”

I hold my breath, waiting for him to confirm or deny. This isn’t more than a passing fling… is it? Even if our chemistry is explosive, and I’m starting to lean on him.

~.~

Foxfire

I dream of running through the long grass, chasing something small and tasty. The brush parts to reveal a barbecue sandwich. An obvious trap. I sniff around, and finally pounce. At the last minute, I look up at the big bad wolf looming over me—

I jerk awake. It’s early, but I slept well and am wide awake.

Tank’s curled around me, a rather large part of his anatomy digging into my bottom. I don’t remember falling asleep—or curling into his arms. He must have pulled me close afterward. Unless he’s already awake?

I rub my backside against him. Impossibly, his cock grows bigger and harder.

I roll and take him in hand. “I’m horny,” I tell him.

His brown eyes flit over me, his features a little softer with sleep. Handsome, but a bit more approachable.

I grin with all my teeth. “May I suck you?”

A pause, and then he moves in a blur. He flips me onto my back. “Don’t want your mouth,” he growls, and spreads my legs. His head lowers to my pussy.

He licks into me, long, hard strokes that drive me toward Orgasm Town. “Tank,” I chant, my knees swaying in the air. “Oh, Tank, oooh.” As pleasure ebbs through me, he licks every bit of me clean then climbs up and presents his cock. Now he wants my mouth. I crane my head to suck as much as he’ll let me.

He leans over to the bedside. A crinkle of a packet, and he moves away from me, rolling a condom onto his giant, perfect, rigid cock.

Thank you, baby Jesus.

He picks me up and props my legs over his shoulders. When he sets the head of his cock at my entrance, I’m almost folded in half.

“Ready?” His gaze rolls over me, face no longer blank but heated, active interest there.

“Yes. God, yes.” I grip the bedspread.

He slams into me, no holding back, no warmup. I’m soaking wet. My head flies back as he drills into me, but it’s perfect. He draws out and does it again, the force moving me down the bed. I reach up and grip the headboard.

“That’s it, baby. Hold on.”

He fucks me hard, punishing thrusts that drive me closer to orgasm. He drives fast
}|.

“That’s it. Hold on baby.”

He grips my legs. I was wrong—he was holding back. pummeling my lower half. His giant cock fills every bit of me. My orgasm blows up, ready to envelop me.

“Wait for permission,” he reminds me.

“Please oh please—”

“No.” He squeezes my ass. “Hold off.”

“Have to—” I protest, my orgasm so close I can reach out and take it.

“Now, baby.” And I come, convulsing, body lit up like I’ve been hit by lightning.

~.~

Tank

Fuck. Foxfire thrashes under me, her pussy spasming, gripping me. She’s squeezes so tight, trying to snap off my dick.

“That’s it, baby.” I roll her nipple between my thumb and finger, pinching a little. She cries out again.

I pull out and flip her over, admiring the slight redness on her bottom. I cover her with my body, dragging her close with an arm around her middle. “You know what happens to naughty foxes?”

She’s still crying out in the grips of orgasm. “They get fucked—hard.”

I thrust into her from behind. She’s so wet, I bottom out immediately. Holding her tight, listening for the slightest sound of distress, I plow her, taking care to swivel my hips and fill every part of her.

I cock one of her legs up and send my cock deeper. Fuck. I want to live inside her. I pause to slide my hand down her front, between her legs. Her pussy spasms as I replace her clit.

“Oh no, Tank, please. It’s too much.”

“Take it, baby,” I growl. “Come as much as you want.” I pull my hand away and turn her over again. I want to see her, face flushed, hair mussed, big eyes filled with stars, looking at me like I’m a hero. She doesn’t disappoint. She has that hazy just-fucked look, but her eyes snap eagerly to mine, and she bites her lip. She wants more.

I bend over her, pulling her into position. I close my teeth over her breast and scrape my teeth over her nipple a few times before rising up to give her what she needs.

I’m half off the bed, standing on my right leg, one knee digging into the bedspread. I grab her legs and lift her to meet me. She wraps her legs around my middle.

I give it to her again, hard. With every thrust, the headboard goes thump, thump, thump, hitting the wall.

“Hang on,” I order, and she reaches for the slats again, doesn’t quite make it.

“Tank,” she moans. “I’m coming—”

“Come for me, baby,” I order and root myself deep. My cock pulses filling the condom, I wish for a second I was filling her pussy, burying my seed deep inside her. She should bear my mark, carry my pups.

I draw a hand over my face.

Fuck. Less than forty-eight hours, and I’m a goner. Foxfire is a drug, and I’m addicted.

We wash up carefully.

Foxfire pads around the room, touching random items and talking softly to herself. I imagine the pack witnessing a moment like this. Two things happen at once. My heart squeezes with a surge of protectiveness and affection for the princess of La La Land. And I see her through their eyes—the crazy girl who makes Tank lose his good sense. Lose his place in the pack. Just like my mom did for my dad. Am I ready for that consequence?

Fuck, no.

But the thought of leaving her brings on the weight of a giant boulder crushing my chest.

“Tank?” she calls, and I’m halfway out of the bathroom before she finishes her sentence. “You need to see this.”

She crouches next to the bed.

I pull the toothbrush out of my mouth. “What? What is it?”

Foxfire look up with a guilty expression. “Here.” she gestures. I come around the bed to see what’s wrong.

“What is it?”

Foxfire lays her hand on the frame. “Right here.” A crack in the wood. The slat is sagging. “We broke the bed.”

She puts her hand on it, and the thing groans, creaking lower under the strain. One corner of the bed does look lower than the rest. The bedclothes are strewn halfway across the room. The picture above the bed hangs askew. Her eyes dance with merriment.

This is what she’s done to me. My neat, rule-abiding life looks like a hurricane just roared through it.

We pack up and head out of the hotel, leaving a wad of cash on the comforter for the breakage. Foxfire’s mom had better make an appearance soon because I can’t stick around Flagstaff all week. Even if I’m already dying for another fuck session with Foxfire. But I can’t keep claiming her like she’s mine.

Hell, if she only knew how much I wanted to mark her in that bed. Not mark her with my cum, but with my teeth. As in, make her my mate for life. Which means…

My wolf has fallen, fallen hard.

So, why do I have this underlying dread about getting involved with her?

Oh yeah. Because of my mom.