MY MATE IS THE EXILED ALPHA

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M A E V E

Ronan stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes raking over me like a predator sizing up prey. Without a word, he shrugged off his shirt, revealing the hard planes of his chest, muscles corded and defined from years of command and combat, a light dusting of dark hair trailing down to his waistband.

His shoulders were broad, arms thick with power that had just manhandled me so easily. He kicked off his boots next, then unbuckled his belt, the leather whispering as it slid free.

I tried to look away, to focus on the ceiling or the wall, anything to reclaim some shred of control. But my gaze betrayed me, drawn back to him as his pants dropped, pooling at his feet.

He stepped out of them, fully naked now, his c**k already stirring back to life, thick and heavy, hanging between powerful thighs. Every inch of him screamed strength, the V of his hips, the ridges of his abs, the way his skin stretched taut over bulging biceps.

Heat flooded my cheeks, lower still, as I stared despite myself. He looked... hot. Undeniably, dangerously so. My body responded without permission, thighs clenching, a fresh wave of wetness gathering between my folds.

He noticed, of course, his lips curving into that knowing smirk as he climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. His hand caught my ankle, yanking me toward him until my legs parted around his hips. "Eyes on me," he growled, voice thick with intent.

My breath hitched, pulse racing as his palms slid up my calves, rough calluses scraping my skin.

His touch ignited sparks along my nerves, making my skin prickle with unwanted awareness. I bit my lip, trying to stifle the soft gasp that escaped, but Ronan heard it anyway. His eyes locked on mine, dark and commanding, as his hands continued their slow, deliberate path upward, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh behind my knees.

He hooked one hand under my knee, lifting my leg with effortless strength, bending it toward my chest. The position exposed me completely, cool air brushing against my damp folds, and I felt a flush of vulnerability wash over me. This is too much, I thought, heart pounding like a trapped bird. I shouldn't want this. But why does my body ache for more?

He leaned in, his breath warm against my inner thigh. He pressed light kisses there, starting just above my knee and trailing upward, each one soft yet insistent, like he was claiming every inch. His lips were firm, stubble grazing my skin, sending shivers racing through me. My body trembled under his touch, muscles quivering involuntarily, a heat building low in my belly that I couldn't ignore.

I squeezed my eyes shut, fists clenching the sheets, fighting the rising tide of sensation. He's just a stranger. This is wrong. But the denials faded as his mouth ventured higher, kisses turning hungrier, closer to where I throbbed with need.

When his lips reached the crease where thigh met hip, he paused, inhaling deeply, as if savoring my scent.

Then, without warning, he dipped lower. His mouth found my p***y, and he dragged the flat of his tongue from bottom to top in one long, deliberate stroke. The wet heat of it shocked me, parting my slick lips, tasting me fully.

My eyes flew open wide, a jolt of pure arousal slamming through me. Oh god. It was electric, that broad swipe covering my entrance to my c**t, making my hips buck despite myself. Pleasure bloomed sharp and sudden, coiling tight in my core.

I was turned on, fiercely, embarrassingly so, wetness flooding as my body betrayed every rational thought.

Before I could process it, my back arched off the bed, an instinctive lift as waves of heat crashed over me. Ronan's large hand landed on my tummy, palm flat and warm, pressing me down gently but firmly. The weight grounded me, his fingers splaying possessively over my abdomen.

"Relax," he murmured against my skin, voice low and rough, vibrating through me. The command was simple, but it carried the weight of his authority, easing the tension just enough to let me breathe.

I tried to obey, but then he dove in fully. His mouth sealed over my p***y, sucking hard, lips pulling at my swollen folds with relentless hunger.

His tongue plunged inside, then flicked up to circle my c**t, alternating between deep laps and sharp, teasing sucks. He devoured me, the sounds wet and obscene, his stubble scraping my thighs as he held me open with his free hand.

I resisted at first, thighs tensing, a whimper of protest slipping out. No, I can't... I won't let him... But the pleasure built too fast, overwhelming, my body surrendering inch by inch. Pressure mounted, a tight spiral in my gut, every nerve alight.

My breaths came in ragged pants, hips grinding against his face despite my mind's protests.

Ronan sensed it, humming approval against me, the vibration pushing me closer. He sucked harder on my c**t, teeth grazing just enough to sting, then soothed with his tongue. I was lost, teetering on the edge, shock rippling through me at how alive I felt, raw, exposed, desired.

"c*m for me," he growled, pulling back just enough to speak, his breath hot on my dripping core. The words were a trigger, permission and demand all at once.

I shattered. The orgasm hit like a storm, my p***y clenching around nothing as ecstasy ripped through me. I cried out, back bowing again despite his hand, waves of bliss pulsing from my core outward, toes curling, vision blurring.

Cum gushed against his mouth, my body shaking violently, shocked at the intensity, how it consumed me, leaving me boneless and gasping. This... this is what I've been missing? The thought flickered through the haze, mingling fear with a dangerous craving for more.

He pulled his mouth from my p***y. His lips shone with my c*m. He stared at me for a long time. His dark eyes locked on mine. They were strong and hard to read. It felt like he was studying every red spot on my skin and every quick breath I took. I lay there breathing hard.