My Step Daddy’s Holimate

5~ A proposal

WREN’S POV

The next morning, I stretched with a contented sigh even though a dull ache lingered at the back of my skull and between my thighs. For some reason, I still felt good. The usual vivid dreams I had about Alpha Ronan seemed so real last night.

Rolling over, my hand brushed against warm skin and I frowned. What? Blinking my eyes open I froze mid yawn. A man’s naked muscular back filled my vision, broad and powerful with a tattoo stretching across it.

The tattoo was of a lycan, a creature more powerful than any werewolf and rumored to be immortal. Why had I never noticed it before? But that wasn’t the point. What was I doing here?

Then everything hit me like a brick square in the face. Alpha Ronan was my mate. Last night wasn’t a dream. He’d taken my virginity. He had f****d me.

Scrambling out of the bed, I clutched the sheet to my chest, my face burning in embarrassment. Clothes were scattered everywhere, my ears ringing as I tried to make sense of it all.

I just slept with my mother’s HUSBAND.

He didn’t move, sitting at the edge of the bed with his head in his hands silent and still. I thought maybe he wouldn’t say anything at all and I considered sneaking out. I wanted to forget. He rejected me after all.

But he stood abruptly, making me gasp. He was in front of me in an instant all tall, commanding, and very very NAKED. There in my eyes. And Jesus. That thing entered me?

His eyes burned with pure rage and hatred and something else. I gripped the sheet tighter around me but it felt like it wasn’t enough to shield me from his wicked whiskey eyes.

“You got what you wanted. Your dream, huh?” he sneered, taking a step closer.

“N–no” I stammered, wincing as flashes of my drunken rambling from the night before came flooding back.

“Don’t you dare act innocent now” his voice was furious, his words laced with contempt. “You’re my stepdaughter, and you let me f**k you? A virgin?”

“I was d-drunk” I stuttered, even though we both knew that wasn’t the whole truth.

I have wanted him to f**k me since I turned sixteen years old and knew what people used to do behind closed doors. No one knew that though. It was the only secret I never told Piper.

How do I begin to tell her I wanted her father to do grown people things with me? Uh huh.

“I rejected you but you still spread your legs for me?” His growl pierced through the room, his eyes glowing as his wolf surfaced.

Before I could respond and before I could defend myself or explain, he grabbed me by the neck. His grip wasn’t crushing but it was firm enough to pin me in place. Then, I felt the sharp sting of his fangs piercing my skin.

I blanked for a moment before I screamed then it turned into a moan as the sheet slipped from my grasp. My hands instinctively latched onto his broad shoulders for support as the pain melted into an overwhelming pleasure that made me shiver all over.

His lips pressed against the mark, almost soothing it and I trembled under his hold. My entire body shook in his arms at the feeling. I was heady, barely recognizing the sounds I was making.

He’d rejected me. So why was he marking me?

I didn’t care. For a moment, nothing mattered but the electric sensations going through me. His body pressed against mine was solid and I tilted my head further giving him access.

He inhaled deeply, his lips trailing from my neck to my jaw then capturing mine in a kiss. It wasn’t gentle or loving. It was raw and possessive and punishing and demanding.

And I gave in completely because there is no other thought other than giving in. He dragged me back to the bed and f****d me again. He didn’t care that I was a virgin just yesterday but I enjoyed every second of it.

I passed out again after he wrought orgasms from me that I never thought I was capable of giving. I felt sated in my sleep.

***

When I woke up again, he was fully dressed in casual clothing standing by the window. I blinked, deciding whether to pretend to be asleep until he leaves but I can’t pretend to save my life.

He didn’t turn but the way his shoulders tense, I knew he knew I was awake. He sipped from the glass of whiskey I didn’t notice earlier. The weather wasn’t that hot since it’s winter and time for Christmas.

Why did my mother say otherwise?

“Since I was foolish to mark you and not fight the mating bond, it will be hard for me not to f**k you whenever you’re in my vicinity” Alpha Ronan said not to turn around.

The way he said f**k? f**k indeed. I never thought I’d hear Alpha Ronan speak like that. I swallowed but refused to say anything. What will I say anyway?

“I have a proposal for you” he turned around, his golden eyes fixing me in place like two dispassionate bullets.

Of course he didn’t wait for me to say anything. It is not optional. He is going to command me and I have no other option but to obey.

“You will be my mistress while we are here on the island for the rest of the holiday. I will reject you again as soon as all this is done” he started walking towards me in a predatory manner.

“Then I will find a job for you far away from the pack so I don’t have to see you again” he stood before me, eyes filled with a wicked kind of lust that made my core tighten.

“Deal?” He leaned down and held my chin in his free hand.

I swallowed around his hand, his gaze lowered to my naked breasts then up upwards to my neck. His hand moved to my neck, where his mark was and he tightened his hold there. Choking me.

“Do we have a deal, kitten?” he asked again, his hand tightening another notch around my neck. I swallowed again.

Kitten? I think I like it.

“Yes” I breathe out, smelling MY arousal in the room.

He let me go with a glint in his emotionless eyes then turned around and left the room. It is going to be a long holiday.