Fancy Meeting You Here
Chapter 3
Hope woke up the following morning to screaming coming from across the way. Typical Mikaelson fashion. Not caring about the fact that everyone else was trying to sleep, just about whatever slight conceived grievance was made. With a groan, Hope threw the covers off of her body and got out of bed. Ryan's side of the bed was empty, so she simply grabbed one of his shirts and went looking for him. When she found him, he was leaning against the doorframe to the balcony, sipping something that Hope thought might be tea, his legs crossed at the ankles, watching her family argue.
"I see your feistiness is an inherited trait." Ryan commented.
"That it is. But isn't it rude to be spying on your future in laws?" Hope asked as she wrapped her arms around Ryan's waist and pressed a kiss to his back.
"If they weren't being loud enough for the whole block to hear them, yes." Ryan replied as he pulled Hope around in front of him and leaned down to press his lips to hers. "Good morning, beautiful." He murmured against her lips. "How are you feeling?"
"Like last night was the most intense first night of my heat I've ever experienced. Usually it builds up to that in the nights before the full moon." Hope replied with a sigh.
"I'm here for you, Sweetheart. You say the word and I'll take you straight to bed so that you can get your fix in." Ryan said as he nuzzled Hope's neck.
"You say that like I'm an addict, baby." Hope moaned.
"I'm wounded. I thought you were addicted to me."
Hope took the mug from Ryan's hand and set it on the small table next to the balcony doors and wrapped her arms around Ryan's neck to pull him in for a deep kiss. Grasping her hips, Ryan pulled Hope as flush to his body as he could while being a foot taller than her.
"Excuse me! Do you two mind taking that inside? We have an infant over here that does not need to be seeing that."
Hope broke the kiss with a gasp but didn't turn around to face her aunt. Instead she buried her face in Ryan's chest as he held her close.
"I'm sorry. We just got engaged yesterday, so we're having problems with keeping our hands to ourselves. We'll try to be more mindful going forward." Ryan said as his hands inched down towards Hope's ass.
"Thank you. And congratulations on your engagement." Freya said with a nod.
The second Hope heard the balcony doors across the way close, she spun around to face her family's home. She should have turned around when Freya caught them. Surely her family still had pictures of her, even if they didn't remember her. Freya would have recognized her, and maybe she would have helped. Gripping the railing, Hope's vision started to blur as her eyes filled up with tears and a soft sob fell from her lips. Ryan was wrapping himself around Hope the second he heard Hope sobbing.
"What do you need from me, Sweetheart?" Ryan asked as he trailed kisses along Hope's neck.
"To find a way to bring back everyone's memories. It hurts Ryan. I know Freya would recognize me, but she wouldn't know who I am." Hope replied as she angrily wiped her tears away.
"I will do everything that I can to bring back your family's memories. And while I know it hurts, you have to know it might take some time." Ryan replied as his hands slid under the shirt and up to Hope's breasts. "What do you need from me today?" He asked in a low voice as he rocked his hips against her ass and pinched her nipples.
"Marry me." Hope moaned.
"Really? We haven't even been engaged for a full 24 hours."
"7 months has been long enough. I want to be married to you as soon as possible. Let's get dressed, go down to City Hall, and get married."
Ryan spun Hope around in his embrace and lifted her into his arms. The second her feet left the floor; Hope wrapped her legs tightly around Ryan's waist as he carried her inside. Even as their lips moved against each other, Ryan expertly maneuvered his way around the furniture on the way to the bedroom. Laying Hope down in the middle of the bed, Ryan climbed on top of her and ripped the shirt open to expose her heaving breasts to him.
"This isn't getting dressed, baby. In fact this is the exact opposite of getting dressed." Hope commented with a smirk.
"We were interrupted by your aunt before I could wish you a proper good morning. So I plan to finish what we started on the balcony before taking you as my bride." Ryan replied as his fingers ran over Hope's folds.
"At least you've learned to finish what you start." Hope moaned as her hips bucked up towards Ryan's hand.
"I promise you, Sweetheart, whenever I purposefully deny you a release, or delay one, it's as much for your benefit as it is for mine." Ryan said. "Now, how would my beautiful fiancée like her morning orgasm? Fingers, mouth or dick?"
"All of the above." Hope groaned, causing Ryan to smirk.
"So possessive. But I will happily oblige."
"I love you, baby, I love hearing your voice, but stop talking."
Ryan raised an eyebrow at Hope as he grasped her hips and lined himself up with her pussy. Instead of slamming into her like he had been doing, Ryan pushed his dick in slowly, enjoying the moans that were falling from Hope's lips, until he reached her hymen.
"OH GOD, BABY!" Hope cried out. "Why the fuck did you stop?" She asked, her eyes wide with wanting.
"I'm prolonging your pleasure, Sweetheart. And technically, I haven't stopped; I'm just moving incredibly slow." Ryan replied.
"Well, go faster." Hope demanded.
"Ah, ah, ah. I gave you the choice of what you wanted used to bring you to your orgasm, I decide everything else." Ryan said as he leaned forward to rub the exposed part of his dick against Hope's clit.
"FUCK RYAN!"
"You did so all day yesterday, and I appreciate that."
"Stop being an ass or I'll get myself off."
Ryan's gaze turned to a light glare as he grabbed Hope's wrists and pinned them above her head. The action had him leaning over Hope, and unintentionally pushing the rest of his dick into her pussy. Hope smirked up at him, and Ryan growled before biting her neck.
"I already told you, Hope, I am the only one that gets to pleasure you. Not sex toys, not yourself. Me." Ryan said as he snapped his hips forward. "So no more empty threats of pleasuring yourself to manipulate me into doing what you want me to do. I'm in charge in the bedroom, unless I expressly give you permission to take control. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand." Hope moaned. "That's a very Alpha attitude you have. And I fucking love it." She added.
"Do you now?" Ryan asked with a smirk.
"Yes… which is surprising, given that both of my parents were Alphas, making me an Alpha by birth. I shouldn't like it when… holy crap." Hope said, trailing off so the last two words were whispered.
"What?"
"Ryan… you're my Mate."
Ryan simply stared down at the woman beneath him like she was crazy. Sure, he loved her, and would do anything for her, and to her, that she would allow, but there was absolutely no way that a wolf of Alpha status would mate with a non-wolf. Was there?
"Explain."
"It's the only thing that makes sense. In the bedroom, you've taken on Alpha characteristics. Your dick getting bigger every time we had sex yesterday; me liking, and being okay, with you being in charge. You are my wolf's Alpha, and she's submitted to you. The only way a female Alpha will submit to a male one is if the male is her mate." Hope explained. "It doesn't matter that you aren't a wolf yourself, Ryan. You've taken on the characteristics of an Alpha Wolf, especially with me being in heat, because you're my Mate. You want to get me pregnant as much as my heat makes me need and want to get pregnant."
Ryan didn't need to hear any more of what Hope was saying. Lifting her into his arms, Ryan spun them around so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed and Hope was on his lap, straddling his waist. Gripping her hips tightly, Ryan started bouncing Hope on his dick as he moved his mouth back to her neck and bit her again. Hope wrapped her arms tightly around Ryan's neck and threw her head back to give him more access to hers.
Hope was cumming hard and fast a lot sooner than either of them anticipated, and in doing so, she pulled Ryan over the edge with her. Once he had finished emptying his load into her womb, Ryan moved quickly to lay Hope back down on the bed before pulling his dick out and replacing it with his fingers and mouth. The prolonged stimulation had Hope thrashing about on the bed as her second orgasm of the morning hit before the first one had died out. Ryan draped Hope's legs over his shoulders as he pressed his mouth harder against her pussy, sending her into her third orgasm. Only when she came down from her high, did Hope realize that Ryan was back to filling her pussy with his dick.
"Is that how we're going to spend every morning?" Hope asked as she reached for Ryan's hands.
"Sweetheart, if we were able to survive without food and water, I would stay buried inside you all day, every day, bringing you as much pleasure as I possibly can." Ryan replied.
"Yep, definitely taking on Alpha characteristics." Hope commented with a smirk.
"Hmm." Ryan hummed as he leaned down to place a kiss on Hope's lips. "How open are you to trying a different position?" He muttered against her lips.
"It depends on what you have in mind."
"Male Alpha wolves take their females from behind, right? If you're open to it, I'd like to try that with you."
Hope let out a moan and moved out from under Ryan, effectively removing his dick from her pussy. Rolling over, Hope got onto her hands and knees and wiggled her ass a little at Ryan before glancing over her shoulder at him.
"Definitely open to it." She smirked.
"I'm keeping you in this bed all week. We can get married after your heat is over." Ryan said as he climbed up behind Hope and worked his way into her ass. "And it'll give us a bit more time to figure out how we're going to explain to the judge how an unknown Mikaelson is getting married at City Hall."
"Fuck, baby. This is what you wished you could have been doing after I broke the mimic spell while we were in Malivore, isn't it?" Hope moaned as she pressed back against Ryan's hips.
"This and so much more, Sweetheart."
Hope moaned as Ryan started pounding into her ass. She couldn't fully explain what she was feeling in that moment, just that it felt amazing having Ryan filling her ass so completely. Ryan was in the process of reaching around Hope to play with her clit when he stilled altogether. Hope glanced over her shoulder at her fiancé, but Ryan had a look of complete and utter terror written across his face. When she opened her mouth to ask him what was wrong, Ryan brought a shaky hand to his lips and hushed her. Climbing off of Hope, Ryan pulled on his lounge pants and silently moved out of the bedroom. It didn't take long for his voice to ring out through the apartment.
"Can I help you with something? Because you're trespassing on private property."
Hope quickly scrambled off the bed and just managed to pull Ryan's shirt on before she rounded the corner, only to come face to face with her aunt.
"Trespassing, huh? That's rich, coming from someone who did just that." Freya snarled.
"I have never set foot in your home." Ryan replied as he folded his arms across his chest.
Seeing this movement now while he was shirtless had Hope even more weak in the knees than she had been in Maple Hollows when they had locked eyes. God, now she was imagining what would have happened if Ryan had fucked her then and there, the Mummy and Landon be damned.
"If it wasn't you, then it was your…" Freya trailed off as her eyes moved over to Hope. "You."
"I promise you; my fiancée has not stepped foot into your home, either." Ryan said a bit more coldly than he intended as he moved to stand between Hope and Freya.
"We have pictures of you in our home, and at Rousseau's but we don't know you. So who the hell are you?" Freya asked, ignoring Ryan as if he hadn't even spoken.
"I- I'm…" Hope tried. "I'm your niece." She said in a whisper as her eyes fell to the floor.
"I don't have a niece." Freya said. "None of my siblings are able to have children." She added.
"I'm Klaus and Hayley's daughter."
"That's not… that can't be possible. We would remember Klaus fathering a child before…"
"Before he sacrificed himself to save me from the Hollow almost 3 years ago. Not too long after my mo- after Hayley was killed."
"Sweetheart…" Ryan finally spoke up as Hope started shaking and he caught her in his arms. "I think you should go now." He added to Freya.
"What is your name?" Freya demanded, ignoring Ryan once again.
"I can't do this." Hope whispered as her eyes sought out Ryan's.
"It's okay Sweetheart. You don't have to." Ryan said as he lifted Hope into his arms. "If you aren't gone by the time I come back, I will have you arrested for trespassing." He warned Freya before carrying Hope to the bedroom.
"I've never seen her look so angry and unloving towards me." Hope whispered as Ryan laid her down on the bed.
"She thinks we broke into your family's home. They must have noticed some of your clothes were missing." Ryan commented while brushing some of Hope's hair out of her face.
Hope nodded silently before grabbing Ryan's hand and pressing a kiss to his wrist. After pressing a kiss to Hope's forehead, Ryan headed back out into the living room to find Freya still standing there, as if rooted to the spot. Closing the bedroom door behind him, he folded his arms across his chest again.
"I told you to leave or I would call the cops."
"If she is who she says she is, then why can't anyone remember her?" Freya demanded.
"She did for her friends and family what her parents did for her: she sacrificed herself to stop a greater evil." Ryan replied. "And I am slowly losing my patience. I do not want to cause the woman I love any more pain by taking someone else away from her when she has already lost so much. So I am giving you one last chance to leave our home of your own volition or I'm calling NOPD."
To prove his point, Ryan moved to grab the phone and punched in 911. Freya stared him down, as if not fully believing he would go through with calling the cops on her, but after her eyes darted briefly to the closed bedroom door before settling back on Ryan, she sighed and turned to leave.
"When she's ready, I want to talk to her. Maybe figure out a way to retrieve memories that have been lost." Freya said and then she was gone.
The second she was gone, Ryan was back in the bedroom, pulling Hope into his lap and simply holding her and rubbing her back as she cried. He had wished that they would have more time to formulate some kind of believable falsehood, a near or almost truth, just something to put the Mikaelsons off while he and Hope searched for a way to bring her loved ones' memories back, but that clearly wasn't in the cards. Now his fiancée was full on sobbing in his arms and her aunt was suspicious of them both.
"What can I do, Hope? Please, I hate seeing you cry, and I hate feeling helpless." Ryan whispered into Hope's hair.
Hope just shook her head against his chest as she clung to him. With nothing else to do, Ryan just wrapped his arms around Hope's body a little bit tighter and continued to hold her. When her sobs resided and her breathing evened out indicating she was asleep, Ryan shifted Hope off of his lap and onto the bed, pulling the covers up over her body. Pressing a kiss to her temple, Ryan moved out of the bedroom and into the living room towards the kitchen. He wasn't the best cook in the world, but he was able to whip up some scrambled eggs and toast to give to Hope.
"Ryan!"
Hearing Hope yell his name so frantically had Ryan rushing to the bedroom to see if she was okay. Hope was sitting in the middle of the bed, her legs pulled up to her chest with her arms wrapped around her knees and she was rocking back and forth. Closing the distance between the door and the bed in two strides, Ryan was once again pulling Hope into his arms.
"I'm right here, Sweetheart." Ryan whispered as he helped Hope settle back against his chest, between his legs.
"Can we- can we go somewhere for the rest of the week?" Hope asked in a shaky voice.
"Anywhere you want to go, Sweetheart, we'll go." Ryan replied.
"I just need to get away from here for a few days. Maybe a cabin in the middle of the woods? I can finish out my heat and we can truly be alone." Hope murmured.
"A week alone in a secluded cabin with the woman I love. Absolutely."
Hope turned in Ryan's embrace and moved to straddle his lap. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Hope pressed her lips to Ryan's in a slow kiss. One of Ryan's arms came up to wrap around her waist while the other hand tangled itself into the hair on the back of her head, holding her firmly against him.
"I love you, Ryan. Always and Forever."
"I love you too, Hope."