Hunted by the Alpha King

Six

Ronan’s wolf sealed his lips against Willow’s with such force that they almost toppled over. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her legs and lifted her into the air. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips, opening her mouth to deepen the kiss. She could feel him harden against her. He licked her mouth, giving her teases of his tongue. She wanted more, she wanted to get lost in him. Completely and unrepentantly. He would be hers, even if it was just for tonight. “Kiss me, dammit.”

He smirked. “You sure you can handle more than a kiss, Princess?”

Willow’s wolf moaned at the nickname baring her throat to him. He took the invitation and scraped his teeth against her skin. Then he licked her, sending flames throughout her body. She reached between their bodies and gripped his hard length, rubbing it slowly. “I’m more than ready.”

Ronan sniffed, “I can smell how much you want me.” He started walking them away from the water, towards the trees. Once they reached a little alcove he rested her on the grass, settling himself in between her legs. He growled when he could feel how wet she was, deepening their kiss. His hands roamed over her body, sending sparks everywhere. The mating call was almost too much for them, Ronan felt as if he was going to combust.

He had been aware of the conversation that happened between Leif and Rana. It was as if he was underwater and was listening to a conversation, that he shouldn’t have been. But it was hard when Willow was standing in the moonlight, completely naked. She was small. Almost too small for him. Thin and tall. Willowy. The exact opposite of the type of woman he thought he would be mated with. She was the opposite of what all wolves had deemed attractive. But he couldn’t deny that his body responded to her. When she stepped out from behind the tree his body had instantly hardened. Then, with her violet eyes, he realized that he was talking to her inner beast. That her wolf knew his wolf.

Through the mating bond, he could feel the pain it had caused her that he had not waited for her to mate. That he had thrown away their connection for temporary partners. That he had purposefully used wolfsbane to mute Leif. If he hadn’t, his inner wolf would’ve killed any woman who came near to him. A sure sign that he was doing something wrong. After the first couple of women, his wolf had all but abandoned him. It wasn’t until he stopped sleeping around that his wolf came back, Ronan suspected it was because he could sense that his mate was near.

His heart broke when he heard Willow’s wolf say that they wouldn’t be together. That he was sullied and unworthy. He had ignored the Elder’s warning of waiting for his mate. He didn’t want to believe in his destiny or prove himself. He was the Alpha’s son, he didn’t need to prove himself to anyone, nor did he want to. The only time wolves needed to prove themselves to she-wolves was during the chase. As long as he caught her then she would know he was worthy of her. Until he learned that everyone waited. That infidelity was a breaking point through bonds. If a partner was unfaithful then the mating bond would break.

Technically, he shouldn’t have a mate at all.

The sad part was he traded it for nothing of value either. He had felt more in one kiss with Willow than he had an entire night with another she-wolf. Emotions swarmed him. Desire and passion. Love for his mate from Leif. Desperation, to try and keep his mate for himself. They were entwined with each other completely but it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.

He needed to taste her. Mark her. To feel her blood on his tongue. He waited for his moment. Leif and Rana were rocking against each other, moaning into each other's mouths. Willow’s nails were scratching his back, drawing blood in her wolf’s passion.

His wolf kissed down the column of her throat, past her pronounced clavicle, toward her breasts. She moaned and gripped his hair, pulling him closer to her. His tongue swirled around her n****e, sucking the puckered flesh into his mouth. Then, he sucked her entire breast into his mouth. Ronan could finally see the benefits of a less curvy body. Ronan wanted to consume her. He wanted his wolf to mark Willow and Rana. To tie them together so that his mate would never be able to escape him again. He wanted them to share the same mind, body, and soul.

His hand trailed down her stomach until he reached her tuft of hair in between her legs. Willow's moans had gotten needier and needier with every stroke in between her legs. Passion and desire for Rana overwhelmed Leif.

"I need to taste you," he growled before kissing down her belly. The smell of her arousal got stronger with each kiss downward. Ronan's vision was quickly bleeding to red, a sign that his wolf was losing control. Even in his hybrid form, Leif was losing control. Most wolves couldn’t shift into hybrid form, only the strongest wolves were able to. It had seemed to Ronan that Willow was able to effortlessly. And she did it on the first night of a change. Not only did she change without her mate’s bite but she shifted to a hybrid. He was beginning to suspect her wolf was more powerful than even him. He had been revered as the most powerful wolf and tracker for the past five years. If Willow was given the proper training she would surpass him. If she let him train her then she would be unstoppable.

If only she stopped trying to run away from him.

Ronan inhaled deeply when he pressed his nose to the apex of her thighs. The sharp smell of her arousal sent him howling to the moon. It was her scent, frost, and pine, but spicier. With a hint of natural musk. It was a scent he would never forget for the rest of his life. Willow moaned and trailed her hands down his abs towards his groin, scratching lightly with her nails. He could tell she wanted him to lose control. Her eyes were full of heat and desire when he looked back down at her. A seductive smile overtook her face, “Every wolf in the forest heard you.”

“Good,” he grinned mischievously, “Then they know I have turned my mate on. That she smells better than anything I have ever smelled.” He pressed his nose to the apex of her thighs, his tongue flicked out to suck in some of the sweet creams she leaked. “That my mate tastes better than anyone else.” He sucked her pearl into his mouth fueled by her screams of passion. It barely took any time at all before she spiraled into her release. “That she comes easier than their mates.” He kissed back up her stomach before sucking her breast into his mouth again.

“I need you,” Willow panted.

“With pleasure,” Ronan grinned before lining himself up against her. He watched her violet eyes widen and he slammed into her. Leif loved her breathless scream of pain as he tore through her. He knew she would love his rough treatment. He needed to show his worth to her by mounting and taking. Her body rippled around him as she screamed another release. “You’re so tight.”

“You’re too big.”

He leaned down kissing her lips softly, “Nonsense. I was made for you and you were made for me.”

“Mate me,” Willow growled, digging her claws into his back. He pulled out until just the tip was still in her and slammed his full length into her. Over and over. Her small t**s bounced as he ravaged her. Tearing through her innocence. Making her his forever. She would never feel another male so deeply. She would never be stretched so roughly. Never come as hard as she did with his. She would be his by the end of the night. Willow would submit. Right when Leif showed weakness Ronan was going to take over and mate his wolf. She was his.

Their bodies were slick with sweat, shining in the moonlight before Willow claimed she couldn’t take anymore. Her body was spent and they had spent hours making love. Leif pulled out and flipped her on all fours, growling when he felt how wet she was in between her thighs. He slammed into her again, balls deep, howling to the moon. Her back arched naturally as he gripped her hips and slammed into her deeper and deeper.

“You’re tighter this way,” Leif gasped, finally feeling the tightening of his balls. He reached around her and started to play with her pearl, rubbing circles, expecting one more release.

“I can’t. I can’t, please no more,” She was weeping at this point.

“You will give me one more. We will come together. You will take my seed deep into your body.” He rubbed faster and faster. “Now!”

They both howled as they came together. Ronan waited until Leif was nearly finished with his release before he took back control of his body. His vision turned back to normal before he exposed his fangs.

No! Leif screamed, panic settling in once he learned what Ronan planned on doing.

Ronan leaned forward and pushed Willow’s head to the side before biting as hard as he could along her neck.

No! Rana wailed, You monster!

Ronan lapped at her neck, tasting her sweet blood. Sucking her skin into his mouth, tearing at her neck with no mercy. She would be his. She would never be able to escape. He was still buried deep in her and started to shift his hips, seeking a release that would complete the mating. Her thoughts, wishes, and desires would be his. He would make it up to her. She would want for nothing with him.

You are not worthy, Rana cried.

Willow is mine! Ronan growled.

You will never have her, Rana promised.

He groaned into her neck with his release. She would smell completely of him now. Any wolf who tried to get close to her would smell him. They would know that she was taken. That she had found her mate. She would never be able to be aroused by another man. Her body would only seek him, no other. The thought caused Ronan to orgasm again. He released her neck and howled to the moon. His grip on her hips softened, she would be left with bruises from his rough treatment, but he would take care of her. He would always take care of her.

She was his. Finally.

He ran his hand down her spine softly. Her skin was so soft. Like silk. Silk and honey, that was his mate. She was panting, he could feel her desire to cry. “You can cry,” he said. She was safe now that she was his. He was sure lots of she-wolves cried through their matings. It wasn’t an easy event for females. But it was the male's job to care for them afterward. He wasn’t ready with any poultices because he wasn’t sure if he was going to be called for the chase today, but he could get them once he brought her back to the pack house.

He kissed her spine as her tears fell to the ground below them. It mixed in with her blood and their juices. Gently, he pulled out from her body. Aware of every wince she made. “There will be medicine for you at the packhouse.”

“I can’t go there.”

He picked her up and shifted her into his arms until he held her bridal style. The tears made her violet eyes sparkle. He stepped towards the cold river intending to wash them as one eye of her bled blue. “Willow?”

She nodded, looking away from his piercing gaze. She was lighter than he expected her to be, given her height. He walked them to a deep part of the river, submerging them. She shivered and winced as the cold water hit her sensitive parts.

“A warm bath would be better but we’re far from the packhouse.”

How far? She said in her head. He heard her perfectly now that they were mated.

“We’re near the border of our land.” Her eyes shot up to his with astonishment. He couldn’t help the small smile that graced his lips at her reaction. He brushed her white hair behind her ear, ignoring her flinch. He refused to apologize for mating them. Already he could feel the effect of their mating.

He had felt a warmth in his heart that he had long lost. She softened his edges, improving his humanity. Keeping his beast at bay. He could feel the anger of his wolf at his actions. Leif wanted to rip Ronan apart for marking his mate without permission, but he couldn’t. They shared the same body. Ronan was used to Leif hating him. Before it was for sleeping with she-wolves who were not his mate and now it was for marking his mate. His wolf was difficult to keep happy.

“Why did you do it?” Willow’s voice was small. Like she was scared of the answer.

“You are my mate.”

Her eyes flashed with violence when she looked up at his answer. “But Rana said you are unworthy.”

He ignored the pain seeping out of her eyes and kissed the bruise that was on the side of her mouth from his kisses. She pulled away and growled, “You do not have my permission.”

A smirk graced his full lips as she tried to shift away from his grip. He held her tightly, refusing to give her an inch. “In time you will see I made the right choice.”

“You are arrogant,” she hissed. “And sullied.”

He growled when she pulled away again. But the aggressive sound did not stop her attempts. It renewed her desire to flee. To escape. His claws grew more pronounced, digging into her skin. Tears fell from her eyes as she hissed in pain.

“You are mine! You will not run away!”

“How many she-wolves?” he nearly released her at her question. “How many she-wolves have you sullied yourself with?”

He didn’t reply, but four she-wolf faces flashed through his mind. Willow screamed and slashed his face with her claws. He was so shocked by her attack that he released her. She hurried toward the river bank, blood dripping from her claws. “You dare think of them when you are with me?” Blood seeped down his cheek, neck, and abs. Mixing with the water, he was still sitting in. “You dare show me their faces!”

Her blue eye flashed back to violet, and he instinctively knew that Rana had taken over again. He watched as she lifted her bloodied claw to her mouth and licked it. Red seeped into his vision.

“No!” Ronan yelled as Leif took back control of his body.

“Your host has mated with me,” Rana hissed.

“Run,” Leif responded. “Hide from him.”

No! Don’t you dare run from me! Ronan yelled, but Leif would not give him back control of his body. He watched helplessly as Willow shifted into a beautiful white wolf and ran into the woods. I will suppress you with wolfsbane every day until I find her.

Good luck finding her asshole.