10 Dates with Mr. Alpha (MXM)

Chapter 3

Kiel felt the heat flash in his chest before he could stop it. His eyes darkened, pupils dilating. Not because she was beautiful. Not because she was calling his mate.

But because Ronan smiled and went.

It was just a polite gesture. A short spin around the fire, laughing, holding her by the waist.

But Kiel's wolf snapped.

The bond flared—jealous, furious, hungry.

His fingers curled into fists.

And then Ronan looked back.

Only for a second.

But it was enough.

Kiel turned on his heel and stalked into the woods.

He didn't need this. Didn't want this. Didn't care—

"Running already?" Ronan's voice, closer than he expected.

Kiel spun around, teeth bared. "That was fast."

"You think I give a shit about her?" Ronan's eyes glowed now, a deep amber. "You're the only one I see."

"Then don't touch anyone else," Kiel snapped.

"Then don't run when it gets hard!"

"Oh, it's hard alright," Kiel sneered, stepping closer. "I've been hard since you walked in, and it's pissing me the fuck off."

Ronan's nostrils flared. "You're jealous."

"I'm possessive," Kiel corrected, shoving him against a tree. "And I don't share."

Ronan's hands gripped his waist, yanked him in. "Then take what's yours."

Their mouths slammed together.

It wasn't soft this time. It was punishment.

Teeth clashed. Tongues fought. Their wolves howled in the background, dragging them deeper into each other. Ronan flipped them, pressing Kiel hard against the bark. His hand slipped down, palming Kiel's ass, pulling him close so their cocks rubbed together through tight denim.

Kiel gasped, biting Ronan's lower lip hard.

"You're a fucking menace," he growled.

"You love it," Ronan panted, rocking against him. "I can smell it. You're leaking for me."

Kiel couldn't deny it. His scent was thick—arousal, need, fury—all laced with the undeniable sweetness of mate heat.

He fumbled at Ronan's belt. "You have five minutes before someone comes looking."

Ronan smirked. "Plenty of time."

They didn't get fully undressed. There wasn't time. Just enough to unzip, shove down, and grind skin to skin. Ronan hissed when Kiel's cock slid against his—hot and slick and aching. He wrapped one hand around both, stroking them together as Kiel moaned into his shoulder.

"Look at you," Ronan whispered. "All alpha fury and begging eyes."

"I'm not begging," Kiel grunted.

"Yet."

Ronan spat into his hand, slicked them more, faster now. Their hips bucked, movements erratic, messy. Bark scratched Kiel's back, but he didn't care. All he wanted was friction. Release. Ronan.

They came together, biting into each other's shoulders to muffle the sounds. Marking without marking.

Kiel's knees nearly gave out.

Ronan caught him, held him up. "You good?"

Kiel nodded, breathless. "Fuck."

They cleaned up quickly, stuffing themselves back into their pants, avoiding eye contact for a moment too long.

Then Ronan broke the silence. "That wasn't just sex."

Kiel didn't answer.

Ronan stepped closer, his voice quieter now. "I saw your eyes, Kiel. You looked scared."

"I'm not scared," Kiel said tightly. "I just don't want this to mean something."

"But it does."

Kiel looked at him, jaw clenched. "We're still enemies."

Ronan gave him a crooked smile. "Then let's keep fighting. Ten rounds. Ten dates. You win if you still hate me after the last one."

Kiel's heart stuttered.

He hated how much he liked that idea.

"...Fine," he said. "But if I win—"

"I walk away. No bond. No claim."

Kiel nodded.

"And if I win," Ronan added, voice dipping, "you let me mark you for real."

Kiel swallowed hard.

The forest was silent around them.

Then: "Deal."