10 Dates with Mr. Alpha (MXM)

Chapter 11

Chapter 11
Kiel Claims Back
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They lay together, panting, sweat-slicked and knotted. But Ronan's cock finally softened, the knot shrinking. With a slow, wet slide, he slipped free from Kiel's swollen hole, and the absence made Kiel whimper.

Ronan moved to speak—maybe to tease him, maybe to comfort.

But Kiel was already on top of him.

In one smooth motion, he shoved Ronan down onto his back, straddling his hips, eyes blazing with something new—dominance.

"Mine," Kiel growled, voice guttural, animal.

Ronan blinked, startled. "What—?"

"Your bite marked me," Kiel said. "Now I'm going to mark you."

He leaned in, lips brushing Ronan's ear. "And you're going to take it."

Before Ronan could respond, Kiel bit him—hard, sharp teeth sinking into the juncture of Ronan's shoulder and neck. It wasn't gentle. It wasn't pretty.

It was claiming.

Ronan groaned—deep, guttural, needy—as his alpha instincts shattered under the heat of Kiel's dominance. His cock twitched back to life, hardening fast between their bodies.

"You're hard again," Kiel whispered. "Good."

He reached behind, lining Ronan's cock up with his own slick hole, still stretched and aching from the rounds before.

Then he slammed down onto it.

Ronan shouted—not in pain, but in pure, overwhelmed pleasure. Kiel didn't wait, didn't ease into it. He rode him, bouncing on his cock like he needed to break them both.

The angle. The stretch. The speed.

It was savage. Sensual. Sinfully messy.

Kiel gripped Ronan's wrists, pinning them above his head, their eyes locked the whole time. Each thrust was a challenge.

"You're mine," he growled.

"Fuck, yes," Ronan gasped. "Yours. All yours."

Kiel's fourth orgasm ripped out of him like a scream, head thrown back, hole clenching around Ronan's cock so tight he came with him—hot, endless, a wave that drowned them both.

But still, neither of them said stop.

Not yet.

Their bond crackled like lightning.

The night was far from over.

One again... The air thickened.

Something ancient pulsed between them now—not just lust, not just the bond—but instinct. Their wolves had waited. Held back through words and flesh and human rituals.

But now, they wanted out.

Kiel collapsed over Ronan's chest, their breathing synced, sweat cooling on skin. His lips brushed Ronan's jaw when the shiver hit him.

A full-body quake.

He looked up—and Ronan was already shifting.

His bones cracked, reshaped. His body arched. Fur burst from skin, golden-brown and sleek. Massive. Beautiful. Dangerous.

Kiel groaned as his own shift overtook him.

Fur. Claws. Muscle.

In seconds, two enormous wolves stood nose to nose in the moonlight—Ronan's golden alpha against Kiel's smoke-black challenger. They didn't hesitate.