Mated To The Wrong Alpha

Dry Humping Daddy

Chapter 6

Freya's POV

My heart slams against my ribs so hard I feel it in my throat. Julian is approaching fast. Ronan still has me pinned to the wall, his powerful body caging me completely, that raw dominant heat pouring off him and making my skin burn.

“Let me go,” I whisper urgently, shoving at his hard chest with both hands. “Julian is coming right now. Please, Ronan–”

He doesn’t budge an inch as his eyes stay locked on mine, completely calm, almost amused.

He leans in slowly, warm breath brushing my ear as he whispers, “Scared he’ll walk in and see us like this, little wolf? See me pinning his pretty fiancée against the wall?”

I can’t believe how unbothered he is. My pulse races. “How much can you risk? Let me go right now before he finds us!”

A low sneer curls his lips. “Already catching feelings for my son so quickly? Or are you just a damn slut who spreads her legs for any Cross c**k that comes near you?”

Anger explodes hot and fast through my veins. I slap him hard across the face, the crack echoing through the dark room like a gunshot.

Julian’s footsteps stop abruptly outside. “What was that?”

Ronan doesn’t even flinch. The red imprint of my hand blooms across his cheek, but his expression stays cold and dangerous.

“No one has dared hit my face in a lifetime, Freya. I could break you right here, snap that pretty neck, and no one would stop me.”

I stare up at him, completely dazed, my palm stinging from the impact. Yara whimpers inside me, torn between raw fear and a deep, aching pull that makes my body betray me every single time.

“Freya? You there? Is everything okay?”

Julian is approaching this direction!

Ronan moves like lightning and shoves me backward into a hidden alcove behind a heavy curtain, then steps in right after me and yanks the fabric closed.

The space is tiny, pitch black, barely enough room for both of us. I can’t see a thing, but I feel every single inch of him pressed against me.

My hands instinctively press flat against his hard chest to keep my balance. His body crowds me completely, trapping me.

His semi-hard c**k rests heavy against my belly, warm even through the fabric of his pants.

My breath comes in short, panicked gasps as heat floods low between my legs again, my still-sore p***y clenching involuntarily.

The main door to the room creaks open. Julian’s voice fills the space, concerned. “Dad? You in here?”

Ronan stays completely silent, not even breathing loudly. His breath fans hot across my lips, barely an inch away. I feel his c**k twitch, then harden fully against my stomach, the thick length now pulsing with need.

My n*****s tighten painfully under my dress. I am terribly soaked with fresh arousal dripping down my inner thighs.

Ronan’s lips brush mine as he whispers, so low only I can hear it, “Do you really feel safe with Julian?”

The question sinks deep into my chest. I swallow hard. “Is this because we held hands earlier?”

His entire body tenses against mine. I feel the controlled rage vibrating through every muscle, but he keeps his voice perfectly steady and low. “Answer the question, Freya. Do you feel safe with him?”

I look up into the total darkness, desperately searching for his eyes even though I can’t see them clearly. My heart pounds so loud I’m sure Julian can hear it if he's close enough.

“Yes.”

Ronan groans low and rough right against my mouth, the deep sound vibrating straight through my body and into my core.

I gasp softly. He stays so close his lips almost claim the sound. “Then why the f**k are you dry humping my c**k like a needy little w***e?”

The filthy words shock me into stillness. Only then do I realize my hips have been rocking subtly against him the whole time, chasing that hard pressure, grinding myself against his erection without even noticing.

Shame and burning lust crash together inside me. I shove against his chest hard with all my strength.

I stumble backward out of the alcove, legs unsteady. But Ronan catches me instantly, his strong arms wrapping tight around my waist in the darkness, steadying me.

Our eyes meet for one charged split second as faint light seeps in from the edge of the curtain.

He scoffs, his voice dripping with dark mockery. “Julian left. He thinks the room is empty.”

He straightens up, steps back smoothly, and flicks on the light switch completely.

I blink rapidly against the sudden brightness. The room is massive with dark panels lining the walls, and masculine furniture. Everything screams raw Alpha power and dominance.

Ronan stands there in the center, pants still clearly tented with his massive erection. The thick outline strains visibly against the fabric. He is rock hard.

“Leave,” he orders, voice turning icy again. “Before your so-called fiancé comes looking around again.”

I should turn and walk away right now. But the sight of his hardness, combined with the vivid memory of how that thick c**k felt buried deep inside me last night, makes my mouth water. I want to drop to my knees.

I want to wrap my lips around him, take him down my throat, taste every inch while he calls me his good girl and uses my mouth until he floods it with hot c*m. I want to be useful to him again.

Shit.

Instead, I force my trembling legs to carry me out.

I barely make it out of Ronan’s private wing when I run straight into Julian. He stops short, surprise flashing across his handsome face.

“Freya? Where did you just come from?” His eyes narrow slightly as he glances behind me toward the path I just exited.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”