10 Dates with Mr. Alpha (MXM)

Chapter 1

But his hands betrayed him. One fisted into Ronan's shirt. The other gripped his shoulder.

And then they crashed together.

Mouths open, teeth clashing, tongues warring. It wasn't a kiss. It was a claiming. Furious, desperate, raw. Ronan pushed Kiel back against the wall, and Kiel pulled him in like he wanted to devour him.

Their bodies fit too well — hard lines, burning skin. Ronan's thigh shoved between Kiel's legs, grinding up with rough friction. Kiel gasped into his mouth, hips jerking.

"You fight like you fuck," Ronan growled into his throat. "All teeth."

"And you talk too much," Kiel snarled, biting Ronan's lower lip hard enough to draw blood.

Ronan's groan was low and filthy, and Kiel felt it pulse straight to his cock.

Clothes came off in flashes — shirts yanked over heads, jeans shoved down, fingers tearing at buttons. Kiel hissed as Ronan's mouth moved down his chest, lips dragging over a nipple before biting, sucking hard.

Kiel's back arched. "Fuck..."

"Yeah," Ronan murmured, breath hot on his skin. "You're gonna."

He dropped to his knees.

Kiel barely had time to think before Ronan's mouth wrapped around him — hot, wet, perfect. His head hit the wall, hips bucking forward, one hand buried in Ronan's hair.

Ronan sucked like he meant to ruin him — slow at first, then deep and fast, one hand stroking what he couldn't swallow, the other gripping Kiel's thigh like a vice.

Kiel moaned, raw and wrecked. His knees trembled.

"I hate you," he gasped.

"You moan pretty for someone who hates me," Ronan smirked around his cock, then hollowed his cheeks and went deeper.

Stars exploded behind Kiel's eyes. His claws punched out, scraping the wall, trying not to lose control. But it was too much. Ronan knew exactly how to use his mouth, how to tease the edge, then pull back. How to make him beg without saying a word.

"Fuck, Ronan—I'm—"

Ronan pulled off, lips slick, eyes blown wide. "Not yet."

He stood, grabbed Kiel by the wrist, and dragged him toward the stairs. "We're not done."

Kiel followed without thinking, drunk on heat, the bond, the taste of something he swore he never wanted.

Ronan shoved him into the bedroom and pinned him to the bed. "Hands above your head."

Kiel snarled. "Make me."

Ronan did. One strong hand grabbed both wrists and held them down while his hips settled between Kiel's legs. Their cocks slid together, heat pulsing through them both.

Kiel gasped, rutting up. "Now you're the one moaning."

"You haven't heard me yet," Ronan rasped, then reached down, slicked his fingers with lube from the nightstand, and slid one between Kiel's cheeks.

Kiel tensed — then let out a soft, strangled sound when the first finger pushed in.

Ronan watched him, possessive and hungry. "Tell me to stop."

Kiel glared up at him. "Do it or I'll shift and fuck you."

Ronan growled, shoved a second finger in, twisting, opening him up. Kiel's hips bucked, his mouth fell open, but he didn't look away.

"Such a pretty mess already," Ronan said, lining up.

When he pressed in, they both groaned.

The stretch. The burn. The full-body shock of being filled, of being claimed.

Kiel clawed at the sheets, panting, sweat slicking his skin. "Harder."

Ronan snapped his hips forward, fucking into him deep and rough.

Kiel's legs wrapped around his waist, his moans growing louder with each thrust. The bed creaked, headboard slamming into the wall. Their skin slapped, bodies moving in rhythm, sweat and heat and fury melting together.

"Bite me," Kiel demanded.

Ronan leaned down and bit into the crook of his neck, hard enough to bruise but not mark. Not yet.

Kiel came with a shout, body arching, vision whiting out.

Ronan followed seconds later, buried deep, teeth gritted as he spilled inside.

They stayed like that — tangled, panting, burning — until the heat faded and the silence settled between them.

Kiel finally spoke, voice rough. "That's not what a date is supposed to be."

Ronan chuckled against his shoulder. "It's only Date One."

Kiel turned his head, met those molten gold eyes. "We're so fucked."

Ronan kissed him again — slower this time. "Yeah. We are."

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