Mated to the Alpha's Heir

Chapter 4

Ronan

I can still hear the faint telltale sounds of the party through the forest. The laughter, clinking glasses, the music that would go on for hours—It was irrelevant. All that mattered was her—Ivy. I can feel every tiny movement, every shiver that runs through her body that's still pressed against mine. It was like a pulse I could feel through my own skin.

Her scent—wildflowers and rain—had Aric growling in my chest, the raw need threading through me, demanding that I mark, claim, and own her.

But I held back. Not yet.

She deserves so much more than a frenzied mating and marking on the forest floor. No, she deserved to be worshiped, shown devotion, and patience. Hours of feeling her, tracing every curve and muscle until she quivered beyond control, before the teeth came out and left their mark that would remind the world that she belonged to me.

Aric growls in satisfaction at that thought, and I'm already growing hard again.

I traced a finger along her jawline. Her body is soft and warm pressed against mine, and for a moment, I let myself forget the responsibilities that were waiting for me back at the packhouse. I didn't give a sh*t about the stupid party or what my parents thought that I should be doing right now. All that mattered was the bond — the way it hummed, alive and relentless, threading through our veins and tying us together with every breath.

“You’re… quiet now,” she whispered, her voice is shaky but soft. Eyes are wide and shining with a vulnerability that makes me ache. The rapid flutter of her pulse as it raced under my hand, a fluttering heartbeat that matched the tremor of her body.

“I’m taking it all in,” I murmured. “You. Us. This.”

“Do you regret it?” Her chin trembled slightly, and her beautiful ice-blue eyes shimmered with doubt.

How is it that, with one look, she can cleave my heart in two? Aric growled—a deep, dangerous sound that rolled through my entire body, making Ivy turn her head. I caught her chin between my fingers, refusing to let her look away.

“I regret nothing except not coming home sooner to find you,” I said.

Her chest trembles with each breath she takes. How could she think that? After what just happened between the two of us, I would venture to say that my feelings and intentions towards her were clear. I would do anything this woman asks me to already.

“But…”

“There are no buts, mate,” I growled, pressing my growing hardness against her. She whimpered, and I smirked, feeling the way her body melted into mine. “Do you see what you are already doing to me?”

“We need to take her back to the house before someone sees her like this, and I have to claw their eyes from their sockets,” Aric orders inside my head.

He has a point. I may be okay with the pack knowing I found my mate, but I'll murder any one of them if they ever set eyes on her naked.

“Come, mate, let's head back now while everyone is still distracted.” My now full hard-on will have to wait until we are locked safely behind the door of the Alpha suite. I lean back on my knees, push myself back to my feet, and hold a hand out for her. I helped her to her feet before plucking our now very wrinkled clothing from the forest floor.

I shake out her black shirt, making sure that there is no debris still clinging to the fabric. She takes it and slips it over her head before pulling her jeans back on. The whole time, I try my damnedest to do the same without staring the entire time.

The thought of leaving her alone even for a moment made my chest tighten and my wolf rage. Once we were adequately clothed, I led the way back towards the packhouse. Weaving back through the forest until the soft glow from the lanterns seeped into the darkness, casting soft, golden glows through three leaves, and the sounds of music and laughter grew even louder.

“Ronan, I don't live here,” she whispered as we neared the edge of the tree line. The packhouse is only a few yards away. “Omegas and warriors aren't permitted to live within the packhouse.”

I grind my teeth because I know she doesn't mean anything by that statement. It's true my father and mother did not allow those they thought of as beneath them to live within the main pack house. But she isn't just an Omega or warrior now. She is my mate.

“You’re not an Omega anymore, Ivy. You’re my mate. My Luna. And you belong in this house, with me,” I grind out.

Whatever protest he was about to say died on her lips. Either she realized the weight of what we had just done, or she must have noticed Aric barging his way to the barrier and to the surface, or maybe her own wolf had convinced her to accept that she is more important than she was before.

I slip her hand into mine and tug her forward. I keep my steps quick enough to keep from being noticed, but not too quick that it causes Ivy to trip and fall. When we reached the front door, I pressed her against the wall beside it, our foreheads touching as I leaned in. I breathed in her scent while memorizing the curve of her lips and the shimmer in her eyes.

“Ready?”

She doesn't speak, just nods. The motion is barely perceptible. But it is enough. I slipped the key from my pocket, and the door opened silently.

Inside, the house was quiet, with only a couple of lights on now and the majority of light coming from the moon's slanting rays through the windows. I guided her through the house, carefully, every step was a silent prayer that no one would see us yet. Her fingers lingered along my arm, squeezing softly, and I caught her gaze in the mirror across the room — wide, vulnerable, and utterly breathtaking.

She was captivating before. But now, after being claimed—after giving herself to me—she’s radiant. Untouchable. Mine. She catches her own reflection in the same mirror—hair tousled, lips swollen, eyes wide with something between awe and disbelief.

I led the way up the grand staircase to the second floor. The soft carpet that lines the center of the stairs muffles our footsteps. As we moved deeper down the hall, I stopped and peered out of one of the windows that overlooked the party. I caught a glimpse of my parents in a heated discussion in the far corner of the party.

“That doesn’t bode well,” Aric mutters. "I wonder what they are fighting about now?"

“Their marriage problems are their own and no concern to us. Ivy is all that matters now.”

I closed the curtain and led the way to the Alpha suite. The space had already been arranged for me before I arrived home from university. I spent four years there being told how you are supposed to run a pack. All the bullsh*t that doesn't even matter that much. All they can do is tell you what worked in the past when they were running things. Times change rapidly, and so should your methods of running a pack.

I open one of the massive oak doors and push Ivy inside. The door clicked shut behind us, the lock sliding into place with a quiet finality. Ivy is pressed against my back instinctively, her warmth a tether to the moment we’d just shared. I spun around and pinned her to the door.

Aric purrs at the gasp that comes from her.

I lean in and nuzzle her neck, and tentatively press my lips to that spot where her throat and shoulder meet. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” I murmured into her neck, causing her to shiver.

I guided her toward the en-suite shower. The overhead lights came on once they sensed us. With rapid strides, I cross the room to start the shower while she undresses. Steam begins to rise from the water as it warms. It curls around us like a private fog. I make quick work of stripping off my clothes and tossing them aside.

When I turn back around, there is a small smile playing at the corner of her lips as she steps into the water. She tilts her head back, letting her hair fall loose, the warm spray running over her shoulders and down her curves.

My mouth goes dry like the Sahara Desert.

“You’re.. Breathtaking,” I whisper, Aric growling low in agreement at the sight of her. Naked and wet.

She crooks her finger at me, motioning for me to join her, that smile still on her lips. Sh*t, she doesn't have to tell me twice. I'm in the shower pressing her against the far wall within seconds. She hisses as the cool tiles contrast with her heated skin.

My lips find her neck first, my teeth grazing over the soft skin, marking her in little love bites and nips. I want to have her covered in my marks. She shivers under my touch, one hand threading into my hair as her other curls against the wall behind her, looking for support.

My lips make their way back to hers, and she sighs slightly, her lips parting, permitting me entry. My tongue dances with hers, hungry, insistent, every kiss pulling a moan from her throat that sends a lightning bolt down my spine.

The water streams over us, running down her body, and I press myself even closer, feeling the hard press of my erection against her thigh. My hands roam her back as she arches into me, over her hips, and around the curve of her ass.

The bite of her nails as she digs them into my shoulders elicits a snarl from Aric. She tugs me closer, guiding me to her most sensitive spots. I let my lips trail down her collarbone, over her chest, teasing her, tasting her, every gasp and whimper from her fueling the fire building low in my belly.

I squeeze her rounded cheeks, and she tilts her head back to expose her neck. It drives my wolf wild with the need to mark her. He is banging against the barrier so hard that it takes everything I have to hold him back. I press my mouth against her shoulder, letting my teeth graze the soft skin, my tongue tracing teasing lines down to the base of her throat.

“You feel like fire, Ivy,” I murmured against her skin, my voice ragged with need. “And I’m going to burn with you. You’re mine… all mine.”

Her breath hitches, and a shiver ripples through her as I lift her against the wall, the heat of the shower mingling with the heat of our bodies. Her legs coil instinctively around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer until I am sinking into her wet heat with ease. I groan as her walls clamp and flutter around me, a grip so tight it makes me lose all sense of control.

“Ronan…” she gasps, her voice breathless. She drags her nails down my wet shoulders, leaving tiny whelps in their wake. “F*ck… you feel so good.”

I grip her hips harder as I roll my hips against hers while the water runs in rivulets over her back, over my hands, all the while my c*ck slides in and out of her with slow, torturous precision. “That's it, baby. You take me so well already. Your p*ssy is already so greedy, pulling me back inside.”

She moans, tilting her head to the side. “Ronan… please… don't stop.”

I bite down gently on the curve of her shoulder, and her gasp sends a thrill shooting through me. It's not enough to actually mark her yet, but it's still enough to cause my muscles to lock up as pleasure courses through my veins like lava.

My hands trail over her body, over her ass, up her sides, cupping and squeezing her breasts, teasing her pert n*****s between my fingers, claiming every inch of her body as Mine. “You’re driving me insane, Ivy,” I groan. “So tight, so hot… You feel so f*cking perfect wrapped around me.”

Her hands tug at my hair, pulling me closer, urging me faster as her hips roll to meet my thrust. “Ronan… harder.”

I give her just what she asks for. My hips snap against hers at a bruising pace, enticing a delightful set of moans to spill past her lips.

“Oh god… yes!” Her cries spill out, loud, breathless, urgent, mixing with the hiss of the shower and the echo of our wet, slick skin sliding together.

I thrust upward into her, each motion deliberate, punishing, and perfect. Her hips rock against mine, instinctively matching my rhythm, nails digging into my scalp, the sharp sting as she grips my hair is intoxicating.

I can feel her walls as they start to flutter and clench around me again, her grip on me tightening as a delicious shiver rolls through her. “F*ck, Ivy… yes…” I groan, snapping my hips forward, letting the friction of our bodies send her over the edge in a shattering wave of heat.

She cries out my name, her thighs squeezing me hard, pulling me deeper into her, and I feel her core pulse, her every shiver, syncing with my own desperate rhythm. Her moans echo off the shower walls, hot, wild, unrestrained like music to my ears, and my wolf is screaming in triumph. I groan, teeth grazing her collarbone, tongue-tracing teasing circles as I keep moving, rolling my hips until I finally follow her into the abyss.

I roar as ropes and ropes of c*m fill her until it has nowhere else left to go.

The water is still cascading over us, the steam thick and heady with the scent of s*x, and the world is reduced to the sounds of our ragged breathing and the water splashing against the tiles as we both try to catch our breath.