10 Dates with Mr. Alpha (MXM)

Chapter 11

They lunged at each other.

Not in violence.

In hunger.

Kiel tackled Ronan into the soft forest floor, their massive bodies colliding with a growl that echoed across the trees. Ronan snapped at his neck, but Kiel bared his teeth—not this time.

He bit first.

Right at Ronan's throat.

Dominance. Affection. Claiming.

Ronan whimpered—his wolf submitting—and rolled over, exposing his belly in a flash of white fur. Kiel stepped forward and mounted him.

Their bodies connected—different but the same.

Wolf cocks pressed and aligned, sliding slick between them. The friction was electric, primal, filthy. They rutted against each other in the moss, hips grinding with every ounce of heat they couldn't speak aloud.

Ronan growled beneath him, needy and wild.

Kiel bit his ear. Then his shoulder.

Then rutted harder.

It was messy. Loud. Raw. Their wolves groaned and howled and slammed into one another until Ronan let out a sharp, desperate yelp—

Kiel's knot caught.

In this form, it was sharper. Thicker. Almost brutal.

Ronan's back legs kicked once, but then he stilled—frozen in instinctual surrender.

Kiel held him tight, knot swelling, locking them together.

And in that moment, something unspoken passed between them.

They weren't just bonded.

They were one.

Their howls rose together under the full moon, vibrating the air, announcing their union to the whole damn forest.

And they weren't even close to finished.

They shifted back slowly.

Their bodies returned to human form in the cooling breeze of midnight, skin steaming, hearts still thudding in sync. Kiel lay sprawled across Ronan's chest, both of them damp with sweat and their own mess, their thighs sticky with what they had given each other.

The forest was still now.

The wolves inside them finally... quiet.

Ronan's fingers brushed Kiel's temple, the gentlest touch after hours of claiming and conquest. His golden eyes weren't feral anymore. They were... tired. Raw. Open.

"I didn't think I could ever feel like this," he whispered.

Kiel didn't respond. He just buried his face into the crook of Ronan's neck, where his bite had long since scabbed over. A symbol. A promise. A scar that would never fade.

"You've ruined me," Kiel murmured, voice thick with emotion. "And I don't even care."

Ronan let out a shaky laugh. "Good. Because you wrecked me first."

Silence stretched between them.

Not uncomfortable.

Just heavy.

Kiel looked up slowly. "Why do I feel like I want to cry?"

"Because this wasn't just sex."

Ronan cupped Kiel's face. "This was surrender. This was me giving you everything I've ever tried to hold back."