Pursuing My Rejected Alpha

83 You Can Only Say The Right Thing

Lucien swallowed hard. Ronan pinned him with a sharp gaze. If Lucien dared to say something wrong, that gaze might just cut him into pieces. And yet, Lucien still had to say it. Even if it was a lie, even if it hurt him to even say it out loud, he had to say it.

“I don’t...”

Swift like a predator, Ronan got to his feet, pulled Lucien toward himself, and planted a kiss against Lucien’s lips. The latter gaped at the former in disbelief. He rubbed at his lips and tried again.

“Ronan, I...”

Ronan kissed him again, this time it took longer for him to release Lucien. The redhead had to literally claw at Ronan’s back and smack hard at his chest to get away from him.

“...”

Ronan raised an eyebrow at Lucien, smiling innocently as if he did not just silence the other man twice in a row.

“Yes? What did you want to say?”

Lucien stepped away from Ronan, his face sour with indignation.

.....

“I... Mmphh!”

BANG!

Ronan slammed Lucien against a nearby wall. He pressed their lips together for another long, suffocating kiss. By the time Ronan released him, Lucien was panting and red in the face.

Ronan turned Lucien around and hugged the man from behind. Lucien was pressed between the wall and Ronan’s body. He looked so pitiful. And so captivating. The man planted small kisses along Lucien’s fair neck and settled at his nape.

The danger was imminent. Lucien let out a gasp, and then a plea.

“Ronan, don’t.”

Something wild flickered in Ronan’s eyes. Lucien’s scent tickled his heart, clouding his senses. How he wanted to just sink his fangs into Lucien’s nape and claimed the man in his arms as his.

It did not matter if Lucien never bit him in return.

If the half-bond mark disappeared, he just had to bite him again and again.

Until the mark carved itself on Lucien’s neck, leaving a scar that would never disappear.

Until Lucien understood that he would never be able to get away from Ronan in this life.

Until the man was his. Body, heart, and soul.

Ronan’s tongue brushed against Lucien’s nape, causing the latter to shudder and unwittingly moaned out his name.

“Ronan... ah...”

If Lucien was trying to curb Ronan’s desire, he was doing a very poor job at it. Save for the two men’s heavy breathing sound and rapid heartbeat, the room was very quiet.

In Ronan’s head, Beowulf was constantly howling for him to do it.

‘Mark him.’

‘Do it already, Ronan. Do it!’

The man in front of him did not resist. It was almost as if he was waiting for Ronan to do what he wanted to do. It was as if he also wanted it.

Ronan’s hunting breath lingered against Lucien’s neck long enough before he finally decided to forsake his animalistic desire and released Lucien from his embrace.

The warmth at his back suddenly disappeared, and Lucien was left in a daze for some time. For once, he wanted Ronan to do it. He wanted Ronan to mark him, to show everyone in the werewolf community that he still desired Lucien.

What if Lucien marked him as well?

Would that have changed anything?

Lucien’s hand reached after Ronan’s neck. The latter was rather startled, but he did not utter any word of objection. Lucien’s fingers caressed the spot at Ronan’s neck. He stared at the man’s nape.

Despite the rejection, they were still fated mates. It only took two bites during sex to forever bind them together as mates. Lucien knew that Ronan desired him. If Lucien wanted to, he could do it... Lure Ronan into his bed, let the man fuck him until he forgot his own name, and then...

Ronan hoisted Lucien’s body with both hands under his buttocks, and the latter obediently wrapped his legs around Ronan’s waist. Their mixed scent permeated the room, the combined fragrance acted like a special aphrodisiac that only applied to the couple.

Ronan carried Lucien to a nearby patient bed and lowered him on top of it.

Lucien was so beautiful.

His cheeks were like blooming pink roses. His eyes were glassy from pent-up desire. His body was slender and alluring...

Ronan climbed on top of the bed and pressed their bodies together.

“Ah... Ahh...”

Eyes closed, Lucien’s moans reverberated throughout the room. It was the most beautiful music that Ronan had ever heard, more pleasing than the choir of a thousand angels. It awakened his bestial side.

Ronan supported his upper body with both arms while he rammed his lower body against Lucien’s, mimicking the act of copulation. He wanted to rip both of their clothes so bad. In his head, he saw himself doing exactly that, tearing every piece of clothing away from Lucien, and exposing him to Ronan’s hungry eyes.

“Ronan...”

Lucien was calling for him.

Oh, his beloved Lucien...

Ronan covered the man’s seductive lips with his own while he continued to thrust rapidly against Lucien’s body.

It was so hot down there.

It was as if someone set them both on fire.

Ronan was aching for release.

He wanted to rip Lucien’s pants off and shoved his engorged organ rudely into the man. He wanted to climb the peak of pleasure together with his lover, moaning and groaning their way to the top, only to plunge together into the sea of bliss. To drown in the afterglow of their union.

“Mmmhh...!!!”

Lucien furrowed his brows in pain when Ronan bit into his lip. The latter thrust violently against him, causing the whole bed to rattle like insane. The uncontrolled moans only added more decadence to the atmosphere.

“Lulu...”

“Ronan...”

“Lulu, I love you... I love you! Ahh...!!!”

“AHHH!!!”

Both of them screamed in unison. Not because they just climaxed. It was because they were falling. Unable to support the two men and the strenuous exercise that went on, the poor bed finally gave up and crumbled under the weight of the two lovebirds.

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