All Chapters of My Step Daddy’s Holimate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

WREN’S POV I roll onto my back, maneuvering so I’m sprawled across Ronan’s foot, one of my legs stretched lazily over his lap. My toes brush against the bulge straining his sweatpants, a deliberate, teasing movement. Ronan growls low in his throat, a sound more wolf than man and shoves my foot away carelessly, like swatting at an irritating pup. The dismissive gesture should sting but it doesn’t especially not when I see the way his cock swells harder despite himself. Instead of retreating, I shift to the couch, flopping down directly on his scattered papers. The crisp sheets crumple beneath me and I arch my back making a show of wrinkling them even more. I don’t care if this is the alliance he has been working on. Ronan doesn’t even flinch. He just places a broad, heavy hand on my back and presses down firmly, pinning me in place. His dominance is effortless, instinctive and it sends a thrill racing through me. I love when he does this. He looks so much younger with th

WREN’S POV It’s hard to piece together how I ended up here. I woke to a haze of warmth and tangled limbs and sheets that smelled faintly of musk and something clean, like the pine after the rain. I should smell the ocean outside though. Maybe I’m still dreaming or something. My body felt languid and pleasantly sore and humming with memories of pleasure so intense they felt like an out of body experience. I stretched under the duvet, groaning softly as the soreness in my thighs reminded me just how many times he had wrung me out like a washcloth. Ronan. My heart stuttered at the memory of his hands on me, relentless and skilled and so wicked, pulling me apart again and again until the world went dark and I didn’t even realize I’d passed out. I will never forget yesterday in my life. It was so dirty. So erotic and so fucking sinful. Had he not been my mate, I would have said we were going straight to hell from here. It doesn’t make it better that he is still my ste

WREN’S POV The sun was already blazing when I stood in front of my mirror contemplating what to wear. Beach party or not, I wasn’t about to show up looking anything less than stunning AND not when I knew Ronan would be there, watching even if he pretended not to care. I picked out a bikini that complimented my auburn hair perfectly. It is a deep emerald green with delicate gold accents that shimmered faintly in the light. The color made my hair look like it was aflame, glowig like the embers of a dying fire. Over it, i slipped on a sheer white sarong that tied at my waist, teasing just enough to be alluring without overdoing it. I debated putting on makeup but eventually, I decided against it. The natural flush of my cheeks, the freckles dusting my nose and the bright gleam in my eyes would do just fine. It was a beach party, after all. Who needed layers of concealer when the salty air and ocean breeze would ruin it within minutes? Not tha I’m perfect with makeup anyway.

WREN’S POV I woke up to an ache behind my eyes, a dull and throbbing weight pressing down on my skull that made it feel twice as heavy. My face felt stiff, my skin tight and when I rubbed a hand over my cheek, I realized it was swollen. Puffy. I blinked against the morning light with confusion curling through me. Had I been… crying? Why was I even crying in the first place? I’m not usually a cryer like this. What on earth is happening to me? I didn’t remember doing it. I didn’t remember the tears or the sobs but it was obvious I had spent a great deal of time breaking apart in my sleep. Maybe I should stop getting drunk because it is a bad image of me. I hope I didn’t do it in front of Alpha Ronan. A bitter scoff left my lips as I sat up. Pathetic. Dragging myself out of bed, I shuffled toward the bathroom with my body still weighed down with exhaustion. The reflection staring back at me was worse than I expected. My eyes were slightly red and puffy and my lips were ch

WREN’S POV The needle buzzed against my skin in sharp and steay move, the pain more of a sting than anything unbearable. It was almost grounding me. A welcome distraction from the storm brewing inside me. “I still can’t believe you’re actually doing this” Camille sat beside me, her chin propped up on her palm as she watched with an amused expression. “What, you thought I was bluffing?” I smirked through the pain. Ever since I had Ashley, my pain tolerance has been high. “I don’t know. You’ve been acting kind of reckless lately” She sheugged I scoffed at that. I don’t know why Camille feels like an old friend. “Lately?” Camille’s eyes flickered with something unreadable. “You’re really upset about Alpha Ronan, huh?” The name hit me like a slap. I hadn’t said it out loud all morning. Hadn’t let myself think about him the way I really wanted to. But here Camille was, laying it all out in front of me. “I’m fine” I muttered, eyes fixed on the artist’s hands i