10 Dates with Mr. Alpha (MXM)

Chapter 7

Chapter Seven
The Fourth Date: Blood on the Tongue

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It wasn't supposed to be a date.

Not really.

The pack had arranged a bonfire night—an old tradition to welcome spring. Kiel had planned to avoid Ronan the entire evening, melt into the crowd, and pretend like his body hadn't been claiming Ronan in his sleep every night since their last encounter.

But fate, once again, didn't care about his plans.

He caught Ronan's scent before he saw him. That same intoxicating mix of pine, heat, and danger. He turned—heart already in his throat—and there he was.

Black shirt tight over muscle. Lips curled into something between a smirk and a threat. And beside him?

Someone else.

A girl. Laughing at something he said. Gripping his arm. Leaning close.

Kiel's stomach twisted into knots.

The air stung.

He turned away fast, shoving his hands in his jacket, but his wolf growled under his skin—jealous, possessive, ready to rip.

He tried to ignore it.

Tried to ignore the fact that Ronan hadn't looked at him even once.

But of course, that didn't last.

When he finally broke—when he looked across the fire and met Ronan's eyes—he knew.

Ronan was doing it on purpose.

Taunting him.

Testing him.

So Kiel smiled, sick and sweet, and turned to the first guy who approached him—some junior wolf with pretty eyes and too much cologne.

He let the guy flirt. Let him touch his arm. Let him lean in too close.

And he made sure Ronan saw every damn second of it.

Within ten minutes, Ronan was gone.

Kiel followed.

He found him at the edge of the woods, just past the clearing, pacing like a predator seconds away from killing something.

"You jealous?" Kiel asked, voice like poisoned honey.

Ronan turned slowly.

His eyes were glowing faintly. His wolf was close. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Having fun. You were busy."

"Don't play with me, Kiel."

"Why not?" Kiel took a step forward. "You've been playing with me since day one."

Ronan was in front of him before he could blink, hand slamming into the tree behind Kiel's head. "You don't get to pretend this doesn't mean anything."

"Don't I?" Kiel's heart was pounding. "Because I think about you with her—and suddenly I can't breathe. I hate it."

"Good," Ronan hissed. "I want you to hate it. I want it to hurt. Because that's what you do to me, every time you walk away like what we have isn't real."

Kiel's voice cracked. "It's not supposed to be real."

Their foreheads touched, breath mingling, shaking.

Ronan gritted his teeth. "You're mine. Say it."

"No."

"Say it or I'll take it from you."

Kiel bared his teeth. "Then take it."

That was the match.

Ronan snapped.

He shoved Kiel back against the tree, mouth crashing into his, all bite and fury. This wasn't soft. This wasn't sweet. This was war—and they were both bleeding already.

Ronan yanked his jacket off, then his shirt. Ripped Kiel's open without asking. His hands roamed rough and fast, clawing at skin, leaving marks.

"You think I'm okay watching someone else touch you?" he growled, sucking a bruise into Kiel's throat. "I'll carve my name into your fucking bones."

"Do it," Kiel moaned, wrapping a leg around Ronan's hip. "Make me feel it."

They sank to the forest floor in a mess of teeth, heat, and snarling wolves trapped in human skin.

Ronan shoved Kiel down, flipping him over, biting the back of his shoulder hard enough to draw blood.

Kiel gasped—body arching into it, pain and pleasure tangling.

"You don't get to pretend anymore," Ronan said, licking the blood away. "You're mine."

Kiel was already hard, leaking into his jeans, moaning as Ronan ground their bodies together.

"Say it," Ronan demanded again. "Say you're mine."

Kiel snapped back, "Only if you say you're mine too."

Silence.

Then—

"I've always been yours."

Ronan shoved his pants down and slicked his cock with spit, then pushed in—fast, rough, deep. No warning.

Kiel screamed—not from pain, but from how good it felt to finally belong again.

They moved in frantic rhythm, the forest alive with the sounds of their bodies—skin against skin, ragged gasps, growls that belonged to something not human.

Ronan fucked him like he was claiming him all over again—with every thrust, every grip, every possessive groan against his spine.

Kiel clawed the dirt, moaning brokenly. "Harder—fuck—harder."

Ronan obliged.

He grabbed Kiel's hips, pounded in deeper, so deep it felt like his soul was being split in half.

The knot swelled fast.

"You want it?" Ronan snarled. "You want me to knot you right here, like an animal?"

"Yes," Kiel sobbed. "Knot me—mark me—I don't care anymore."

The bond snapped tight. Their wolves howled in unison.

Ronan came with a roar, knot locking them together as Kiel spilled beneath him, moaning into the dirt, completely undone.

They collapsed, tangled and shaking, the forest spinning around them.

Ronan pressed his forehead to Kiel's back.

"You drive me insane," he whispered.

"You ruin me," Kiel whispered back.

They stayed like that, locked and panting, long after their bodies calmed—because neither of them could walk away.

Not anymore.