MY MATE IS THE EXILED ALPHA

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M A E V E

My body still buzzed from the waves of pleasure. My thighs were wet and shaking. Part of me wanted to turn away from his look. I wanted to hide how open I felt after what he did to me. But another part, a deeper, stronger need wanted the hint of praise I saw in his face.

Before I could breathe easy, he moved fast like a hunter. His hands grabbed my hips. He turned me over onto my stomach in one quick move. The sheets bunched up under me as I landed face down.

My ass lifted a bit from the push.

My heart pounded against the bed. A mix of shock and excitement twisted in my belly. What next? The thought flew through my head. It was half fear and half excitement. My body already reacted to his control.

Then, with no sign, his hand came down. The slap hit hard on my right ass cheek. The sound rang in the room. It stung, a quick, growing heat that spread fast, but not in a bad way. No, it changed into something good, a spark of pleasure that went right to my center.

It made my p***y tighten. New wetness gathered between my legs. I let out a sharp breath. My fingers gripped the sheets. The feeling was like a shock. It turned the sting into a sweet pulse.

He didn't stop there. Another spank followed on the left, mirroring the first, his palm connecting with just enough force to make my skin tingle and warm. Pleasure rippled through me again, my hips shifting instinctively, seeking more friction.

Goodness, why does this feel so good? My mind reeled, body arching slightly, the heat building in layers, each smack layering on the last until my ass burned with a needy ache.

He didn't stop there. Another spank followed on the left, mirroring the first, his palm connecting with just enough force to make my skin tingle and warm. Pleasure rippled through me again, my hips shifting instinctively, seeking more friction.

Goodness, why does this feel so good? My mind reeled, body arching slightly, the heat building in layers, each smack layering on the last until my ass burned with a needy ache.

Ronan's hand paused, his touch turning gentle as his fingers trailed down from the spot he'd just struck. They skimmed over the curve of my ass, dipping lower to the small of my back. I felt his thumb brush something there, a raised line of skin, rough and uneven, right near my bum cheek.

The mark.

The one I'd hidden for years, the scar that never faded.

He pressed lightly on it, his voice low and rough as he spoke. "This mark. Who did this to you?"

I froze, my breath catching in my throat. No one had touched it like that in so long, not since the pain of it all. Hesitation gripped me, words sticking as I tried to form them. "It... it was from a fight when I was younger," I finally whispered, my voice shaky. "It's cursed with magic. That's why it never healed."

His finger traced the jagged edge of the scar, slow and deliberate, following its twisted path across my skin. The touch sent a shiver up my spine, not just from the sensitivity, but from the way he explored it, like he was claiming even this broken part of me.

Did he feel sorry for me? Pity the girl who'd gotten marked in some stupid brawl, cursed by a rogue spell that kept the wound alive? I waited for the softness in his eyes, the pull back that came with sympathy.

But Ronan didn't flinch. His hand stayed firm, unbothered, as if the curse meant nothing to a man like him.

Before I could think more, I felt him shift behind me. His body pressed closer, the heat of his skin against mine. Then, sudden and thick, his hard c**k nudged between my ass cheeks. No warning, no lube, just the slick from my p***y earlier mixing with his precum as he pushed the tip against my tight hole.

I gasped, my body tensing at the pressure. "Alpha…" But the word died as he gripped my hips harder, one hand sliding down to spread my ass cheeks wider. His fingers dug in, opening me up, exposing everything.

He thrust forward, slow at first, the head of his c**k stretching my ass inch by inch. It burned, a sharp stretch that made my muscles clench around him, but the ache from the spanks mixed in, turning it into something raw and full.

He groaned low in his throat, pulling back just a bit before slamming deeper. His c**k filled me completely, thick and unyielding, as he started to f**k my ass in steady thrusts. Each push rocked my body forward, my breasts rubbing against the sheets, my p***y throbbing empty but dripping more.

His hand stayed on my cheek, holding me open as he pounded in, the slap of his hips against my skin echoing louder than the spanks.

Pleasure built fast, twisted with the fullness, my mind spinning from the surprise of it all. Why did this feel so right, so needed? I pushed back against him without thinking, meeting his rhythm, my cries muffled into the pillow as he took me harder, owning every part of me.

His thrusts picked up speed, each one driving deeper into my ass, the fullness making my whole body jolt. The burn had faded into a deep, throbbing pleasure that spread through me like fire, my inner walls gripping his thick c**k as he pulled out and slammed back in.

Sweat slicked our skin, the room filled with the wet sounds of him f*****g me, his balls slapping against my p***y with every push.

Then his free hand moved, leaving my ass cheek for a moment as he reached around my body. His rough palm found my right breast, fingers closing around it tight, squeezing the soft flesh until I arched with a sharp intake of breath.

The pressure sent sparks straight to my core, my n****e hardening under his thumb as he pinched it hard. “So f*****g perfect,” he growled low, his voice rough against my ear, but I barely heard it over the haze building in my head.