Fated Mates: The Fae

Ronan: Chapter Seven

Ronan

Being here for two weeks was going to drive me insane. Granted, it wasn't a full two weeks but watching Leif getting ready every afternoon for his dates did something to me that I didn't like. I wouldn't say I was a very jealous person but I hated knowing he was going on dates.

We weren't exclusive. Not that I went around looking for anyone else. But it was something we discussed since we both knew how we were going to end. Still, it sucked.

And going to class while everyone discussed their dates while we wielded fire or water was distracting as hell. Mostly because I was a Nosy Nancy and listened in to the women who spoke about Leif and what they did. He told me everything, so it wasn't like I was hearing anything private. But there were details the girls provided that I liked to hear.

"Oh, yeah he placed his hand on my lower back and my dad got so mad."

"He kissed my cheek and I swear it sent flutters everywhere."

"Everywhere?"

"Everywhere."

"Leif held my hand and kissed it like in the movies. He's a real gentleman."

And because I had my super wolf hearing skills, I relayed all of it back to Leif and he would roll his eyes and groan. Mostly because I would act it out for him in the most exaggerated way possible. And yes, I was jealous. Yes, I may have stepped on Glinda Mayberry's dress during Earth Element class and ripped it. Accidentally on purpose. Mostly because she said he almost kissed her on the mouth.

And that was the truth. So yeah. it sucked, but I was sucking it up and being a trooper because what else could I do? I wanted to see Leif before I couldn't see him for a while. So I was dragging my ass to extra classes and doing my hardest to be happy for him. Plus, he was giving me extra special treatment because he knew I was jealous.

He had a date with his last girl today at the bowling alley. It was an afternoon date like all the rest, so we were up early for class and done before ten in the morning.

At this point, I would drop my sh*t and head to my room, but as we entered the apartment, Leif shut the door and grabbed me by my waist and pulled me into a kiss.

He caressed my face and his tongue stroked over mine slowly, drawing a moan out of me. He moved his hands down my chest and to the waistband of my jeans.

"You're going to be late," I whisper against his mouth.

He shrugs and moves his mouth against my jaw and down my neck. My c*ck was hard as f*ck and twitched when he cupped it over my jeans.

"No, I won't." He pulls my shirt up over my head and I tilt my head back to let him continue sucking and kissing on my chest. Leif and I haven't had s*x. I mean, we have done oral and hand jobs and sh*t, but nothing penetrative.

It was both of our choices, but now that it's getting closer to him leaving, I'm reconsidering that choice. Especially now.

His fingers deftly undo the button to my pants as he kneels before me and my mouth almost waters at the sight of him like that in front of me. He unzips my pants and pushes my boxers down until my c*ck springs free.

My breath stutters and my abs tighten as he grips the base of my c*ck and strokes me, rubbing his thumb over every bar of my ladder.

He looks up at me with his piercing blue eyes and sucks the tip, already dripping pre-c*m, into his mouth and I groan. I grip his long ebony hair in my hands as I slide my c*ck deep into his throat.

He hums with pleasure and closes his eyes as I slide in and out of his slick mouth, gripping his hair roughly. He sucks and grips the base of my c*ck, his tongue swirling over my piercings in the most mind-f*cking way. I moan and look down at his beautiful face.

"Look at me," I growl and his eyes snap up to me. "You're mine."

He nods and I feel the familiar twinge in my lower back as my balls begin to tighten.

I curl my fingers in his hair and begin f*cking his mouth, relishing in every gag and choking noise he makes before I come hard down his throat, pulling his head down onto my c*ck so that his nose is brushing my pelvis.

He groans and pulls away, looking up at me with swollen lips and just-f*cked hair. I wish that's what it was. "On your date, I want you to think of what just happened here and remember who owns you every time your date dares to touch you. Understand?"

He smirks and licks his bottom lip as he nods. "Oh, I'll remember. And tonight when I get home you can remind me who you belong to."

He rises and I nod, swallowing hard as he kisses me softly, completely at odds with the hard way I just handled him.

He pulls away, nipping at my lip piercing and then pinching my n*pple piercing as he moves past me towards the hallway. I watch him go and grin like an id*ot.

It's almost a half hour after Leif leaves when I decide to text him to bring some pizza home on his way back from the date. The bowling alley pizza was some of the best I've had and he could order it to go ahead of time.

I heard a ping from in the kitchen and sit up on the couch where I was vegging, watching a rom-com. I walk to the kitchen and find his phone in the bowl where we leave our keys and raise my eyebrows.

Leif never forgets his phone. Especially not around me because I end up on his socials saying stupid sh*t that his mom ends up seeing and getting onto him for.

I sigh and order myself a rideshare to the bowling alley to give him his phone. Okay, and maybe I want to spy on his latest date. But mostly to give him his phone.

When I get to the bowling alley, I walk in and look around the dark lanes to see if I can spot him.

I walk in further and smile as I can sight of him on the lane, wearing those ugly ass bowling shoes they rent out. He scores a strike and I begin walking towards him as he's walking back to his area.

I freeze as I notice his date jump up and run to him, giving him a high five. My lip curls and my heart beats hard against my ribs. What the f*ck is he doing with Ivy Hightower? She wasn't on the list I compiled for him.

My stomach twists as he smiles down at her and lifts his hand to her face. She places her hands on his waist and my mouth goes dry.

He leans into her and brushes some hair from her face as kisses her. And not a grandma-at-church type of kiss. It's a full-on, lips on hers, tongue peeking out type of kiss.

I lift his phone and snap a quick picture and watch him as he pulls away. Her face is bright pink and all smiley. His face looks...he looks happy. There is no disgust or anger towards her. And the way he's touching her seems overly familiar. Where in the hell is her chaperone?

Leif pulls away from her as his eyes dart back towards the bathrooms. Ivy's dad walks out and I shake my head at the ache that has built in my chest. He's a traitor. A big f*cking traitor.

I want to confront him and throw the biggest fit anyone in the world has ever seen. I would have if it weren't for the way she continues to look at him even after her father joins them.

She cares about him. It's clear as f*cking day to see. And if she cares...that means that this isn't the first time he's been around her. Which means that he's been putting on an act when he acts like a jerk towards her in front of me.

My stomach tightens and I back away before either of them can see me. I order a ride home, clutching onto his phone and wondering if he left it at home on purpose.

Once home, I drop his phone back in the key bowl go to my bedroom, and lie down. I keep replaying the kiss he shared with her in my head feeling sick to my stomach.

That girl has bullied me for my entire life and the man I thought loved me had eyes for her. What was I supposed to do about that?

Nothing. It was me who pushed him into making better choices on his list. This is his life and Ivy Hightower was the best choice. Even if I hated her. I just hated that he was even considering her. No, I hated that it seemed like he was more than considering her. That kiss was too real to be fake. That kiss...he looked at me just like that just this morning.

I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up, I felt a weight over my stomach. I looked down and found his hand on my stomach. I look up at his face and study his sleeping face. He must have fallen asleep after he got back from his date.

I lean into him and smell her. Her scent is all over his clothes and as I move closer, his mouth. Lux, being the jealous sh*t he is, growls. But I push him back and close my eyes.

I don't know what to do. But I know I would rather he admit to me that he was with her than me confront him. I want him to tell me the truth instead of hiding it.

I chew on my lip and continue to stare at him. He was still horny before he left me this afternoon. He didn't have time for payback on the blowie he gave me.

I wondered if he did it because he knew he was going out with her. Or because he felt guilty for being a traitor.

He took a deep breath and his eyes fluttered open. He smiled up at me and I managed a small smile back. I leaned into him, deciding to get her scent off of him. I press my lips to his and can smell her as I kiss him hard.

He will be leaving tomorrow. And I don't want to argue with him. I don't want to start a fight that will end with us fighting.

He moans as I kiss him and I decide then that I don't want to wait anymore. Or...atleast try something new. I want to make him remember me.

I kiss his chin and down his throat. I scrape my teeth against his skin and revel in the way his breath stutters. I move my hands down his chest, feeling his muscles undulating under my touch.

"F*ck, Ro. You miss me after just a few hours?"

I don't answer him and just keep moving down, undoing his pants and pulling them down his legs until they're bunched

up on his ankles. I lick a trail down below his belly button, following the dark hair to the waistand of his boxers.

I glance up at his chest as it rises and falls with his arousal. I pull his boxers down and bite my lip as I stare at his erect c*ck. I lick the underside of it to the tip and he hisses and groans.

"You woke up in a good mood." He says huskily with a smirk on his handsome face. I smile at him and suck the tip of his hard, throbbing c*ck in my mouth.

I stroke the rest of his c*ck and then pop off him, watching my spit roll down his length.

"Close your eyes."

He does it without hesitation and I crawl up and lean over him to my bedside table and pull out a bottle of lube. I open it and dribble some down his length and on my hand.

He moans as I begin rubbing it in, moving my hand further south. His body stiffened as my finger rubbed over his hole.

"Ro," He whispers his hands pulling gently at my hair.

"Tell me you don't want this and I won't."

I looked up at his face as I lick the mushroom tip of his c*ck and he takes a deep breath, bucking his hips. I continue to rub down below and wait for him to answer. He takes another breath and swallows hard before he nods.

I enter him gently with my finger and he sucks in a sharp breath. I continue licking and sucking on him, slowly pumping my finger into him and getting harder by the second at the sounds he's making.

"F*ck, Ro. That feels so good."

I up my pace and he holds my hair firmer in his grip, groaning loudly. I add a second finger and he shudders and comes quickly after, hot ropes of c*m shooting down my throat. I continue to pump my fingers in and out of him until he stops coming. I pull out and look down at his heaving chest and pink cheeks.

I smile at him and pat his thigh. "Get dressed. Gid and Hart want to meet us at the karaoke bar tonight."

I walk to my closet and grab some clothes out for a shower. Then I feel him wrap his arms around my waist and kiss the back of my neck. Ivy's scent is still on him, now mixed with mine and I grit my teeth.

"Let's just stay in. Maybe we can explore more of what you did just now."

I take a deep breath and close my eyes. Behind my lids all I can picture is the kiss he shared with Ivy and I shake my head.

"Nah...I already told them we'd go."

I could see his disappointment as he sighed and walked out of my bedroom back to his own. I felt a twinge in my chest for being an asshole, but I wasn't the one that was secretly seeing a c*nt. So there was that.