Pursuing My Rejected Alpha
Chapter 7

Lucien thrashed around in pain when he struggled to take the three fingers in. It hurt so much that his knot quickly deflated in Ronan's hand. "Not enough," he choked out. "Not enough lubrication. Ronan, it hurts..."

Ronan withdrew his fingers and patted Lucien's cheek. "Relax, baby. I will replace something."

Lucien's eyes widened in horror. This... this l**t monster! How on earth was he going to replace any lubrication inside his office? Lucien was a serious artist. Why would he keep a tube of lube ready? It's not like he anticipated any f*****g session in between classes! "There is none!" Lucien snapped, his cheeks were red from a mix of embarrassment and rage. "If you want to do it, you just have to go out and buy some!" Ronan gave Lucien a stare.

Go out? While pitching a tent? Alone the imagination was enough to make his dick deflate.

No, he could not do that. He just had to replace something. Ronan's eyes wandered around the room. The first thing he saw was the color tubes that were neatly stacked next to an unfinished painting.

"Don't you dare slick me up using paint!" Lucien howled in exasperation. Ronan this madman would do anything when he's horny. Thankfully, Ronan's eyes shifted to other places. Lucien heaved a sigh of relief. Until he heard Ronan's amused tone.

.....

"Ooh, what do we have here?"

Ronan flashed Lucien a sweet smile. In his hand, he was holding the cake box containing the strawberry cream cheese cake.

"Good thing that I brought the cake here. I did not expect to eat something else instead."

Lucien smacked at Ronan's chest. "Maya bought it for me! Don't you dare ruin it!"

Ronan chuckled. "Who is ruining what? I am just trying to feed Mr. Clearwater the cake that he likes so much."

To Ronan's delight, the cake came with a thick layer of cream cheese frosting.

Ronan picked the strawberry off the cake and pushed it into Lucien's mouth.

"How is it? Delicious?"

Lucien's scowling face made Ronan laugh. He scooped two fingers full of cream from the cake and brought it toward Lucien's lower mouth. “Ngh...!”

Lucien flinched from having two raw fingers enter him again, but he felt no pain at all. The cream cheese frosting worked perfectly to lubricate Lucien's intestinal corridor.

He closed his eyes and bit his lower lip in consternation as he enjoyed Ronan's fingers pistoning in and out of his depth.

The man on the desk was showing Ronan an erotic expression. His mouth was slightly open, the seductive pair of lips was like a venus trap, inviting its prey to draw close and be swallowed whole. His chest heaved up and down rhythmically, the two rosebuds at his chest looked like two ripe fruits, ready for picking.

Ronan withdrew his fingers, scooped up more frosting, and shoved three fingers into Lucien's body. The latter gave a small grunt when his hole was expanded more and more by Ronan's relentless attack.

A deep crease appeared between his brows when Ronan touched upon a certain spot inside him. He grabbed Ronan's wrist to stop him. "Don't. Not there."

Ronan raised his eyebrow. "Why not?" "Ahh!!"

The Alpha had just stumbled upon a precious beehive that was overflowing with precious, sweet honey. Being an animal that he was, how could he hold back? He could only pounce harder and harder into it to get more honey out. The same went with Lucien. Ronan drilled harder and faster into the direction that Lucien didn't want him to, bullying Lucien endlessly. The slicked-up tunnel and the three fingers made obscene water sounds that made even ice statues like Lucien blush.

After a rigorous effort on Ronan's side, Lucien's love hole soon turned soft and pliant. It was time.

Ronan pushed Lucien on his back and spread his legs apart to grant himself more access to the man's body. When Lucien realized what was happening, he could not help but tense up. Like Ronan said, his tool was bigger than his three fingers. At that moment, the angry p***s was standing to attention and pointing at him menacingly.

"Wait!" Lucien shouted. "Use some protection!"

Ronan gave the man on the desk a lazy look. "It feels better without."

Of course it did, but that was beyond the point. Though his brain was addled with l**t, he still could not stomach the thought of having Ronan inside him without any barrier. He after all slept with so many people previously!

"No! Who knows who you have been dipping it inside!"

Ronan grabbed the back of Lucien's neck and pressed a kiss on his protesting mouth before telling him, "You are the only person I do it with without using protection."

Lucien did not believe Ronan, but his remaining protests died out in his throat when Ronan pushed his swollen tip into Lucien's body.

"Aaah... Ahnnn... No, too big... take it out..."

But how could Ronan take it out? Letting Lucien slowly adapt to his size was the best he could do when what he really wanted to do was push his whole length inside Lucien and let the latter's inner muscles clench and massage the rude intruder. Large beads of crystal-like sweat dropped from Lucien's forehead down his cheek. It almost looked as if Lucien was crying. Ronan tried to pull out a little, but was ecstatic to replace that Lucien's tight hole was biting into his d**k persistently.

"Are you hungry, Lucien? Look at how hard you are biting me down there. I can't even move."

"Shut up," Lucien snapped, his eyes flew open in embarrassment.

Ronan grabbed Lucien's waist and gave it a massage.

"Come now, let me in. Don't clench so hard."

Lucien averted his gaze wordlessly. Ronan's eyes wandered from Lucien's face to Lucien's chest. His heart was burning with lust, and the two tantalizing fruits on Lucien's chest only made it worse. Ronan lowered his head and pressed his wet tongue against one of the blooming buds.

"Stop it! Stop it!" Lucien shouted. How embarrassing. He was not a woman. Why would Ronan even lick him there!

Unfortunately, Ronan did not want to stop. His tongue expertly moved up and down and moistened the little red bean. Then he kissed and sucked it into his warm mouth.

"Uhh...!!"

Lucien pressed a hand across his mouth to prevent any sound from escaping his throat. He could not do this. It was too embarrassing. He pushed at Ronan's head with extreme urgency.

"Ronan! You are not going to get milk out of it!"

The Alpha perked up and said, "Why, if we don't try we won't know."

Then he went back at it. Lucien was close to losing it.

"YOU...!!!"

"Um... Mr. Clearwater?" Hayley's hesitant voice was heard outside of the door, followed by an equally hesitant knock on the door.

Both of their heads snapped up instantly. Lucien and Ronan stared at the door for a while before they exchanged glances with each other. A mischievous smile spread on Ronan's face when he saw Lucien's horrified face. Lucien narrowed his eyes at Ronan. He had a feeling that the man in front of him was up to no good.

Indeed he was.

Ronan went back to licking and sucking Lucien's nipple while gently nudging his p***s deeper inside Lucien. The latter kept pushing at Ronan desperately while at the same time struggling to not let any sound escape from his throat. "Um... Mr. Clearwater, are you not there? The afternoon course is starting soon. All the students are already waiting in the classroom."

Lucien grabbed Ronan's hair and forced him to look up at him. Flashing his tormentor a dangerous look, he hissed in a whisper, "Let me go, you mad wolf. My students are waiting for me!"

Ronan chuckled and whispered back, "You don't even have proper clothes to wear. Unless you want to be a nude model for your students? How unsightly."

His one hand was pinching Lucien's waist while the other played with Lucien's other n****e.

If not for Hayley who was still waiting outside, Lucien would have given Ronan another slap across his cheek for his insolence. Instead, he was forced to be quiet while the mad Alpha worked on him.

Ronan was going mad with his rut and pent-up desire. His lust was like hot blood dripping into a pool of clear water, coloring it red. He carelessly grabbed a handful of whatever remained from the cake and smeared it all over his thick flesh rod.

And then he pushed harder into Lucien's tight hole. He got half of his shaft inside with a single thrust. Lucien arched his back and threw his head backward. Although he tried so hard to keep quiet, he still ended up screaming from the overwhelming pressure. Outside of the door, Hayley thought that Lucien was having a seizure. It was not the first time since she became Lucien's teaching assistant. Intent on helping, she thus turned the door handle to open it. The door had only opened to reveal a two-centimeter gap before it was slammed close again violently.

Hayley gaped at the door dumbly. It seemed that Lucien was not having a seizure? And what was he doing? Why did he skip class? Too many questions emerged in Hayley's mind.

Inside the room, Ronan had his back against the door. He could not believe that they did not lock the door before they got at it. It was a close call.

"H-Hayley..."

Having been given a chance to speak, Lucien naturally wouldn't waste it. Was he going to tell Hayley that a big bad wolf had been harassing him inside his office? Ronan shot Lucien a burning glare.

"Please teach the afternoon class in my stead. I am sorry. I will explain myself better tomorrow."

Ronan closed his eyes and sighed softly out of relief.

"Oh... okay."

Ronan waited until Hayley's hesitant footsteps went away before he locked the door with one click and went back to Lucien.

Truthfully, Lucien was not doing too good at all. His rut had never been this strong. Adding to that the bonding mark that Ronan left on him and also Ronan's strong pheromones in the air, Lucien could barely control himself.

The nipples that Ronan played with were raw and red. His lips were bleeding from their ferocious kisses, stinging painfully. But the most embarrassing thing was that he actually wanted Ronan to get back inside of him. That was the easiest thing to achieve. Lucien spread his legs on the desk, granting Ronan's dark eyes sight of white cream dribbling softly out of his expanded hole to the desk. Posted by Ebookex.com; visit us for more free novels. "Come here, you crazy Alpha. Let's finish this."

No man would be able to withstand the temptation. Ronan moved like a brainless undead, controlled completely by lust. He carried Lucien off the desk and lay him on top of their shredded clothes. Then, he pushed back inside Lucien's warm, wet tunnel. Lucien put his arms around Ronan's neck and wrapped his legs around Ronan's waist. He then looked at Ronan's beautiful greenish-blue eyes and gave him a kick with his heel. "Kiss me," he ordered.

The Alpha complied and started to ravage the man beneath him with kisses. Lucien's eyes slowly fluttered shut as he fought to stifle the moans that kept bubbling up treacherously.

Ronan's kisses moved from Lucien's lips to his cheek, his neck, then his shoulder. Lucien opened his eyes slightly. He knew very well what Ronan was doing. He had always been fixated on marking Lucien, all the while knowing that the bond was temporary until Lucien agreed to mark him as well. Ronan did not care. And this time, Lucien also did not care. He buried his fingers into Ronan's black hair and guided him toward his nape.

Ronan bared his fangs and took a bite. At the same time, Lucien stopped clenching. The tight ring that limited Ronan's intrusion slackened and Ronan's flesh rod slid right in until he was completely sheathed inside Lucien's body. Lucien sucked in a deep breath and tensed up right away from being pierced by the enormous meat blade.

Ronan closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh. He stayed still for a while to let Lucien get used to his size and at the same time revel in the nostalgic warmth that he once had been privileged enough to be engulfed in.

Lucien was the love of his life, the fated mate that the Moon Goddess blessed him with. As frivolous as Ronan might be, his heart never once wavered. Lucien Clearwater would always be his sun and moon, the only shining star in his sky. Lucien knitted his brows from the sharp pain in his stomach. The arms that wrapped around Ronan's body were restless. His body was trembling slightly. Judging by what he saw between Ronan's legs, Lucien knew that it would hurt. He didn't even think that it could fit inside him. And then it did, and now Lucien was worried that that one final thrust had pierced through several of his internal organs and caused internal bleeding. "Lulu...?"

"Hm? What?"

Ronan caressed Lucien's pale cheek.

"Are you okay?"

.....

Lucien scowled at him and slapped the hand away. "Don't coddle me like one of your whores."

Ronan kissed the side of Lucien's neck and breathed in a lungful of Lucien's delightful scent. "Then, can I move?"

"W-Wait!!!"

Ronan complied and continued kissing and sucking at Lucien's neck instead. Lucien loosened the knits on his brows and then said with a hoarse voice, "Okay. Move now, but slowly."

Lucien did not see the smile spreading on Ronan's face after he gave the Alpha the green light to proceed. He had his eyes closed tightly as if not seeing was equal to no pain. "Don't worry, Lulu... I will be gentle."

Ronan had one hand at the back of Lucien's neck while the other slipped under Lucien's b**t as if securing the man in place. He withdrew from the sweetness of Lucien's embrace only to slam right back inside viciously. Lucien's eyes flew open in disbelief. It hurt. It hurt too much.

"Ronan, it hurts..." Lucien choked out.

"Bear with it," Ronan said while kneading at the back of his neck. "It will feel better soon."

Ronan kissed the tears away from Lucien's eyelashes and moved in a slower tempo.

Lucien tried hard to focus on his breathing. He tried to recall the first time they did it. Was it also this painful when he accepted the young man inside him? He couldn't remember.

What he knew was that it was the highlight of his youth. Tumbling around with Ronan under the moonlight, caring about nothing but the passion that coursed within their young hot blood. In all these seven years, Lucien had never once stopped loving Ronan. The man was now inside him, having grown into a magnificent specimen of alpha and taken his rightful position of Alpha in his pack.

This would be the last time, Lucien told himself. So why not make the best out of it? Lucien spread his legs wider to allow Ronan deeper access to his body. He had buried his left hand into Ronan's hair and his right hand traced the powerful lines of Ronan's back. Taken by the sudden change, Ronan could not help but lift his head and frown a little at Lucien.

"F**k me, Alpha," Lucien provoked Ronan with a smirk. Ronan was not one to turn down any challenge. Especially not if the challenge involved plundering Lucien's body.

The room that Lucien once dedicated for the creation of masterpieces completely lost its grandeur at the moment. The paintings and sculptures became silent witnesses as their creator was pinned on the floor with only the remains of their clothing serving as a bedsheet and being thrust into within an inch of his life.

By that time none of them cared about the outside world anymore.

Forget about the rejection from seven years ago.

Forget about the rejection from a few days ago.

Forget about Kinnon Youngshaper and Dane Silverback.

Forget about the packs.

Nothing else mattered but the present time. Lucien bit and clawed at Ronan's shoulder from the mix of pain and pleasure that the latter gave him, while Ronan kept lapping up the blood from the bite wound he left on Lucien's nape. They were both drunk in each other's pheromones and submerged in the sea of their carnal desires.

After what felt like hours of wild coupling, Ronan squeezed at Lucien's p***s.

"Nghh..."

The stimulus was too much. He soon popped a second knot in Ronan's hand and started shooting out his essence at their upper bodies. The embarrassing liquid dripped down their chests and stained the scattered clothing under their sweaty bodies. Lucien's body was tinted soft pink all over as if he was simmering in a pot of fragrant, orange wine. Ronan could not have enough of him. Desire burned away all his rationality. All he wanted to do at that time was stay inside Lucien for the longest time. He would not mind if they were unable to part after this crazy s*x. Maybe that was for the best, then Lucien would not be able to leave him.

While Lucien was still ejaculating in spurts, the p***s inside his body started to pulsate in a terrifying way. Ronan was starting to knot inside him. The Alpha let out an animalistic grunt. He pistoned in and out of Lucien's body with abandon before pushing in one last time and locking their bodies together.

Sounds of wet moans emanated from both of them when ropes and ropes of Ronan's scalding hot seed shot out and hit Lucien's sensitive spot. The added stimulus while he was still coming down from the peak of a strong o****m was too much for Lucien. He soon passed out in Ronan's arms while the latter was still ejaculating inside of him.

Ronan pressed a kiss on Lucien's lips and whispered into his lips passionately, "I love you, Lucien. I love you."

Tick, tack, tick, tack...

The only sound that echoed in the room came from the hanging clock on the wall. It showed six o'clock in the evening. The room was flooded with warm golden light from the setting sun. Ronan opened his eyes and immediately close them again. No, he was not ready to wake up yet.

He did not want to.

He wanted to stay like this forever, lying on the floor with Lucien in his arms and inside him. He couldn't care less about anything else.

Ronan pressed his lips against the mark he left on Lucien's nape while inhaling his sweet scent. His nose caught the man's usual scent with a slightly bitter tang. A slight disappointment made his heart go heavy. The rut was officially over. "Mm..."

Lucien stirred not long after. When he opened his eyes, what he saw was a bunch of sculptures looking down at him, their cold expression bore judgment on his wanton behavior. And then his eyes too wandered to the clock on the wall. Six thirty. It was getting dark. The man cursed under his breath.

Lucien propped himself up from Ronan's body in an attempt to sit up, but he was unable to. He was sore all over and his waist was weak. On top of that, Ronan was still shamelessly stuck inside him. Lucien pressed against his stomach. He felt so full inside.

.....

"Awake?"

Ronan's hand slid toward Lucien's stomach and covered Lucien's hand. "Don't move yet. Stay like this a bit longer."

"Ronan, if you are awake then pull out," Lucien said, furrowing his brows in disple asure. It was common courtesy. There should be no need for Lucien to even say it out loud.

Ronan did not look like he planned to get up anytime soon, so Lucien forcefully got up on his shaky legs. The former's p***s slid out with a soft popping sound, and a thin trail of whitish translucent c*m ran down Lucien's legs. The sight was rather breathtaking. Ronan had never seen a sight that was more erotic than the one Lucien showed him right now.

Eyes dark with desire, the Alpha got on his feet rapidly and tackled Lucien off his feet.

"What are you doing!" Lucien shouted when Ronan pinned him down on the floor, making him lie on his stomach. He then spread Lucien's buttcheeks apart and pushed his hardened p***s back inside Lucien's stretched and well-coated hole. "Ronan!!!" Lucien gritted his teeth. "Was it not enough? Let me go!"

"Not enough," Ronan answered, his breath heavy with longing. He lay on top of Lucien and started thrusting inside him rapidly while intertwining their fingers.

"F**k you!" Lucien shouted. He elbowed Ronan viciously, flipped on his back, and then landed a strong kick at Ronan's stomach.

"Uff..."

Ronan landed with a loud thud on the floor. He held his stomach while shooting Lucien a glare. The kick just now was hard enough to break a regular man's ribs.

"That's enough," Lucien declared. "Don't think you can do me as many times as you want. I am not your whore."

Lucien picked what remained of their clothes off the floor and scowled when he discovered that only their pants were still intact, albeit smeared with cum and cream. Even his underpants were ripped into pieces. Lucien threw Ronan's pants at the latter's head. "Get dressed already!"

Ronan wrinkled his nose.

"I don't want to wear these. They are soiled."

Lucien raised an eyebrow. "And would the Alpha like to walk home naked?"

Ronan smirked. There was a slight distortion in the air when he transformed into a huge dark-haired wolf who shared his greenish-blue eyes. Licking his lips, he looked at Lucien as if pondering whether the latter would make a great dinner or not. Show-off.

"Do you want to go through the door or the window?" Lucien asked in a mocking tone. Ronan of course could not talk in his wolf form. He gestured toward the door as an answer. Lucien opened the door wordlessly to let him out.

When he turned around, he was attacked by Ronan.

"What the...!!!"

Ronan bumped hard against Lucien's stomach.

"Uff...!!!"

Lucien bent over, his fingers brushing against Ronan's velvety fur when he realized what was happening. Ronan's head went between his legs and he heaved Lucien's body to his back without much effort. And then he ran out of Lucien's office and out of the South Bedford Art College.

"You crazy wolf, where are you taking me???" Lucien demanded to know. If not for his unsightly appearance and the fear of being left in the middle of nowhere with no phone and no money, Lucien would have jumped off Ronan's body and escaped. Unfazed, Ronan continued running.

Lucien was overcome with relief when he recognized the path that Ronan was taking. The Alpha was taking him back to his own home. For once, Lucien was grateful and did not resist.

"Thanks," he said once they arrived in front of his porch.

Ronan licked some cream off Lucien's naked upper body before he dashed off into the night.

Lucien left his house keys in his bag, but thankfully he had a spare key under a flowerpot. Right after he got inside, he marched to the bathroom to take a shower.

Ronan's cum was trickling down his hole the whole time and soiling his pants, but a large part of it was deposited deep inside his stomach. He groaned as he pushed his fingers in to clean himself.

The cum dribbled out obscenely and fell down his shapely legs together with the warm water. It was impossible to reach as deep as Ronan did with just his fingers. Part of his seeds was trapped inside his body, unable to come out.

After the shower, Lucien stood in front of the long mirror in his bathroom and stared at his own form. He pressed at his lower stomach and thought about Ronan's words.

"You are the only person I do it with without using protection."

A giant black wolf ran among the trees of the nearby forest under the moonlight that night. He climbed up a steep cliff and howled to his heart's content at the shining moon above his head.

Ronan smirked in his heart.

'Happy now?' he nudged Beowulf.

'Happier', Beowulf pointed out. 'It took you too long a time to convince Lucien. Look at how great you two were!'

Ronan scoffed. 'Great? He only agreed to have s*x with me because he was having his rut as well. Have you not seen the way he kicked me when I mounted him just now?'

Beowulf was clearly in denial. 'He is just shy! And probably sore from the first round. You should be more sensible!

... B, he is not a woman. I have had virgins who were more than happy to let me in the second time.

'I don't want to talk about your whores. Let's talk about Lucien instead!

Ronan rolled with his eyes. Beowulf had even started to refer to the women he slept with as "whores".

.....

'I wonder how our ruts fell in sync again. We already severed our fated mate connection years ago and we stopped sleeping with each other after that first time.

Technically we should not share the same rutting period. Or is that all just a coincidence?'

'There is no coincidence. This is the will of the Moon Goddess. We have to get back together with Lucien and Landon!

'Ah, it turns out that you still remember Landon.'

Beowulf growled in displeasure. 'Of course I do. For as long as we are unable to win back Lucien's heart, Landon will never come back!

After running around for a few more hours to cool himself off, Ronan felt a lot more refreshed. He decided to go back to his private suite at Carlton Bay Hotel.

Owing to the many werewolves that frequented the hotel especially but not exclusively the ones from the Infinite Eclipse Pack, the hotel had a special emergency check-in counter for werewolves only.

Other than the nervous receptionist who was fidgeting in her seat behind the counter, there was only one other woman who was sitting with a long beautiful leg crossed over the other.

Lillian Woodland's long blonde hair fell down her back like a cascade of molten gold, beautiful against the red velvet sofa that she sat on. She had a classy short-sleeved black-and-white top coupled with a classic tight-fit skirt and a pair of high-end, very rare collection of black boots that were the price of a luxury car. She looked a lot like an heiress who was waiting for her latest boyfriend to come and pick her up.

The notion about her being an heiress might not be too far from the truth, but the one who showed up at the automatic swing door was less a boyfriend more a giant black wolf who narrowed his eyes at her as soon as he caught sight of her. Lillian Woodland rose from her seat with a sweet smile.

"I thought I had to wait until morning. It is good to see the Alpha back so early."

Ronan growled in amusement.

Other werewolves had to climb up a steep path to go to their rooms and have their rooms opened by the receptionist, but Ronan had a special elevator built for him that led directly into his VIP suite. Lillian conveniently waited in the lavish living room while Ronan went inside the bathroom to take a shower.

He could not help but smile when he rubbed traces of Lucien's dried cum off his torso. He could still feel Lucien's heat engulfing his p***s, the warmth of his slender body inside his arms. Ronan had the plan to revel in the beautiful memories a little more, privately. That plan was off the table now that Lillian Woodland was there.

Although Lillian was only one of the many Alpha's daughters that Dane Silverback pushed into Ronan's arms, she came from the renowned Ironclad Claws Pack that was established for hundreds of years. That alone resulted in her status being higher than the average Alpha's daughters. Not to mention that not many of Alpha's daughters were blessed with both excellent family background, beauty, and wits at the same time.

There was a saying that strong alpha women produced strong alpha sons.

Lillian Woodland had no less than a long line of suitors, even a longer line of admirers who did not even have the privilege to kiss the heels of her boots. The fact that she was waiting for Ronan to come back late at night in a hotel room was something to die for. Most Alpha's sons who had the least bit of gratitude would most likely go to the closest diamond shop and buy Ms. Woodland at least a diamond necklace to soothe her mood. If that was not enough, other gifts would follow. Anything just so that she would not lose interest.

And there she was, her arms draped so sweetly on a loveseat, her legs were shyly tucked together to one side, the very picture of dignity but full of female charm. Although she looked vulnerable and enchanting, her pair of brown eyes were nothing but limpid pools of desire that threatened to drown anyone who dared to come close.

And yet the lady was the one who had to hold her breath when Ronan showed up wearing nothing but a bathrobe that was too small to cover his broad upper body, resulting in a wide expanse of toned, muscular chest.

Drops of water as clear as crystal fell from Ronan's wet hair on said chest and ran down the tight lines and disappeared behind the bathrobe. The pair of sturdy legs looked like they could break through anything with one kick.

Ronan gave Lillian a sweet, indulgent smile as he leaned against the archway like the king of the night.

"I am sorry for appearing before Ms. Woodland this way, but I don't usually sleep with any clothes on at night."