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Chapter 36

No Sex

I woke to rain pounding on the roof. Lightning light up my room. Pulling the cover to my chin, I tried to go back to sleep. The noise outside was getting louder. I sunk deeper into the blankets. The banging didn't stop.

Sitting up, I rubbed my eyes. A face appeared behind the glass.

"Titus?" I threw off the blankets and hurried to the window. Throwing it open, I moved to the side as he climbed inside.

"You're soaking wet," I said, closing the window.

"I was worried." He pulled me into his arms. "My dad got a phone call for yours." He tightened his hold on me. "I so sorry, Aden. I didn't mean for anyone to find out."

"It's just as much my fault," I whispered. "I wanted to see you too."

We parted, and I forced a smile.

"I'll get some towels." I crept from my room to the bathroom. Grabbing a bundle, I hurried back.

Titus took them and started rubbing his hair dry. He slipped off his shorts. I picked them up and went back to the bathroom. I rang them out in the sink and put them over the edge of the tub. When I returned, Titus was sitting on the bed, staring out the window.

He smiled at me. "Come here."

I hurried over and sat down at his side.

Titus pulled me closer. "Are you doing okay?"

I shrugged. "I'll handle it." I rang my shirt in my hands. "I punched Chris in the face."

Laughing, Titus kissed the side of my head. "I wish I could have seen it."

I leaned into him. "I wish no one else had."

He tightened his hold on me. "You're all wet."

"It's your fault."

"Yes it is," he laughed.

Titus lifted my shirt over my head. I took off my pants as well and moved with him to the corner. He propped up a pillow behind him as I laid on his chest. Pulling the covers over our bodies, Titus draped an arm around my waist.

"When do you have to leave?" I whispered.

"I'm thought we could have a sleepover." His hand rose to my shoulder, and he leaned down to kiss the top of my head. "It's been awhile."

"Yeah," I breathed. "What about your dad?"

"Either way he's going to be here in the morning to talk with your dad. I'm already in trouble, whether I stay or not."

I scooted further up and rested my head on his shoulder. Thunder sounded outside and lightning flashed soon after. I curled into Titus.

"That's pretty close," he laughed.

"Hmmm..."

"Are you scared?" He glanced down at me.

"No," I muttered. "It's just loud." Thunder banged through the room again. I hugged Titus tightly.

He laughed softly in my ear. "Are you sure, Aden?"

"I've had a horrible day, so don't mess with me."

Chuckling, he kissed my cheek. I sat up and pressed my lips to his. He grabbed the back of my head and pulling me into him. We sunk down under the covers, still kissing one another. His hand slipped lower. I arched into him and deepened our kiss. We parted to catch our breath.

"You're hard already," he teased.

I gave him an unimpressed look. "So are you, jackass."

Laughing softly, he pressed his lips back to mine. His hands landed on my hips and were soon pushing down my underwear. I turned my head to breathe. Sitting up, Titus maneuvered the last of my clothing off. He positioned himself between my legs. I twisted my body and grabbed a box from underneath my bed.

I grabbed a bottle of lotion.

"What is this for?" asked Titus.

"I want to try," I sat up on my elbows. "I want to know what it's like."

"Aden," he said, sounding a little worried. "If I mark you?"

"I know." I sat all the way up. "I trust you, though." I climbed off the bed and picked up my shirt. "Could you bite into this? It probably smells like me."

Titus grabbed my wrist. Pulling me onto his lap, he kissed me hard. When we parted, he nodded. "Alright, but if you second thoughts at any time, tell me, and I'll stop."

"I will. I'll be fine."

Thunder shook the room. I fell into his chest.

Titus rested his head against mine. "Have you taken a man before?"

I glared at him. "I'm not a whore, and I made it pretty clear I'm a virgin."

"Were," he said with a smile. "Come morning, anyways."

I laid down on the bed and positioned the pillow behind my head. Titus grabbed one of the unused towels off the floor and laid it beneath me as lightning lit the room.

"At anytime, alright?"

I nodded. "I'll tell you."

***

I opened my eyes to see the room slowly fill with light. Titus shifted behind me. My hips ached. We clearly took thing too far last night. I rolled over and was immediately pulled into his chest. He tucked my head under his chin.

"Damn it. Titus, you're crushing me," I whispered.

"Go back to sleep," he replied.

I struggle to get a little space between us. "I can't."

"Aden," he whined, yanking me back. "I don't want to wake up." He rolled over, so I trapped beneath him.

"I thought it was a werewolf code to be up before the sun." I pushed on his shoulders.

"Not when I'm going to be facing an anger alpha in a couple hours."

Giving up, I let him fall back down. I wrapped my arm around him and rubbed his back.

"Is it going to be bad?"

Titus groaned. "I disobeyed. I'll take the punishment."

I frowned at him.

He leaned in close. "He's my father, Aden. He won't do anything too bad. Extra chores, and a firm lecture. I can handle it."

With a sigh, I put my arms above my head and twirled a piece of my hair. Titus braced my arm on either side of me and leaned down to nibble at the fading scar on my shoulder. His hands started to wander down my chest.

"Good thing I didn't make this permanent last night. I'd be in really trouble then."

"Titus," I hissed. My body really couldn't take another mauling.

He whined and nuzzled my neck.

"We can't risk my parents finding us. Last night is going to have to be enough."

With a whimper he stopped. "How are you feeling?"

Biting my lip, I glanced at the shirt on the floor that Titus had bitten into instead of me. "I'm sore."

The doorbell rang downstairs. Titus sat up straight and listened.

"Damn it." He looked around the room. "Where are my shorts?" Clambering out of the bed, he started the search.

"I hung them up in the bathroom to dry. Why? Who is it?" I pulled the blankets up.

"My dad."

"Titus," growled a deep voice from downstairs.

My eyes grew wide as I heard firm footsteps sounded up the stairs. I started the desperate search for my own clothes.

The door was flung open. I snatched the comforter off the bed and held it to my couch. Titus just stood there, bearing it all, with a cheesy smile.

My father zoomed in on me. "Aden Perri," he stated. "Did you?"

I shook my head and rubbed the scar on my shoulder. "We... we." I glanced at the shirt on the floor.

"Put your clothes on and get your ass downstairs," he ordered.

I nodded. "Yes, sir."

The door slammed shut.

I collapsed onto my bed and fell to my side. "Ground," I moaned. "Grounded yet again."

Titus gave me a forced smiled. "Well, I'm going to grab my shorts." He slipped out the door.

I went to my dresser and closet and grabbed some clothes. Once dressed, I stepped out into the hall to see Titus waiting. He was standing by the stairs, shifting his weight from side to side.

"How bad is it going to be?"

I shrugged. "You tell me. Your dad's the alpha werewolf," I shot back.

We filed into the living room and sat down on the couch.

Xavier glared at his son. "Disobedience," he stated.

Titus's shoulders dropped. "Darius overheard you talking, and he told me. I'm sorry. I was worried about him." He grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze.

"I raised you better, Aden," said my father. "Lying, sneaking around."

I bowed my head. "I missed him. You can't really expected us to go from being together all the time to nothing."

"That's exactly what I expected," stated my father. "You want me to see you as an adult, than take some responsibility. If you would have just done as I asked and waited until graduation all of this mess at school could have been avoided. I wasn't trying to be cruel, Aden. I wanted you to give you time to figure life out before deciding."

Folding my arms, I sunk into the couch. "Hating Titus also was part of it."

"We are human," said my father. "Having my son taken from me and becoming a member of a pack where I have no power to protected him is something that scares me. Titus is unfortunately that key component in that happening, so do I care for the boy, no."

The werewolf next me was ringing his hand together and staring at the carpet. That was a bit harsher than needed to get the point across.

"This is a big decision, Titus," stated the alpha. "I understand Quint's concerns, and that's something you should also take into account. I know you care for the boy, but is Aden really ready to leave his family and enter our world?"

"Keeping us apart isn't letting me figure that out either," I replied.

"You," my father pointed at me. "I am not going to have an argument about this. Your mother is so worried about you. She's even over at the Harper's, right now, apologizing for you."

"If you would have let Titus come over, I wouldn't have to sneak around, and Chris never would have found out," I retorted. "He never would have seen, if we had been in the house."

"Like hell would I have allowed you two to do that under my roof."

I rolled my eyes. "We weren't having sex in the woods, dad."

"Thank god for that, or there'd be picture of that being passed around at the high school."

Looking away, I sucked in my cheek.

"Your scent was quite thick in that room, Titus," said the alpha, raising an eybrowl.

My boyfriend froze.

"Titus," said Xavier firmly.

"We got carried away," the boy next to me whispered. "But... but I didn't mark him."

"No sex!" snapped my father. "No sex, now. No sex when you graduate, no sex when you are fifty. There will be no sex, ever again, Aden. Do you understand me?"

My face was blaring red as I hid behind my hands.

"Aden Perri, answer me now."

"I understand," I replied. "It won't happen again."

"I've been hearing that a lot from you lately." My father started to pace the floor. "One of these times you will go fair, and you won't get a 'it won't happen again,' because it'll be too late. You'll be a werewolf, and there's no way to undo it, Aden. I won't be able to change you back."

"I'm sorry," I said softly. "We were careful about it."

"Were condoms even involved?" snapped my father, red faced.

"Oh my god." I folded over my knees. "Dad, stop it please."

"Do werewolves even need condoms?" muttered Titus, looking at his father confused.

Xavier shrugged. "We don't get STD, Quint."

"It's the basic principle." My father motioned to me firmly. "In the human world you do, so if you're going to tell me you were being careful, then you better prove it."

"I get it, alright." I looked toward the kitchen. "Can we stop talking about this now. We messed up. You don't have to keep yelling at me for it."

Xavier tapped my father's arm before he could start up again.

"We need to talk in private."

My father took deep breaths and faced the alpha.

"Titus is under my domain, and Aden, until he eighteen is still under yours. The boys will get the punishment they earned, but for now, we need to come to a new agreement on how to make sure my pack is kept safe as well as your son."

My dad nodded. His anger went down and then he glanced toward Titus. "How old is Titus?"

The color rushed from my boyfriend's face.

"Nineteen, right?" I answered, looking over at him.

Xavier smiled and glanced at his son. "What a mess." He walked into the kitchen.

I stared at the boy next to me. "Nineteen, twenty right?"

He smiled and shook his head. "Twenty-three."

The blood was boiling in my father's face. "Twenty-three?"

Titus nodded.

My father gritted his teeth and pointed to my boyfriend. It took him a moment to speak. "Touch him again," he threatened, before storming out of the room.

I banged my head against the back of the couch. "I lost it to someone six years older than me. This really is messed up."

Titus scoffed. "I just turned twenty-three so it's only five and half years."

"You're not helping," I shot back. "All this time. You made it sound like you just graduate high school and were just trying to figure out the next step in your life."

"I'm a werewolf, Aden," muttered Titus. "This is no next step in life."

"Still." My head flopped to the side.

"Is it really that big of a deal?"

"It was a bit of a shocker," I replied sharply. With a smirk, I turned to him. "But no, I don't really care."

He climbed on top of me and crushed me into the couch.

"Were you worried?" I laughed.

Titus leaned down close to my face. "Yes, you little ass."

"Just one more reason for my father to hate you. Why not, right?"

He shook his head. "Yeah, why not."