Loving The Cursed Werewolf King-Chapter 546: I’ll Be Your Support

Ronan touched the girl’s cheek with his index finger.

"You are very beautiful. I think I fell in love with you again," Ronan said, making Arielle smile.

The girl lifted her body slightly. Her face was flushed because of Ronan’s praise just now.

"Ronan, isn’t now the time to have a celebration?" Arielle asked, making the man frown again.

Arielle touched the wound on Ronan’s face that wasn’t healed even by the elixir from the unicorn clan. She kissed him briefly and caressed her husband’s face again.

"You are not bound by Amadea’s curse anymore. Don’t you want to take off your mask?"

Ronan didn’t use his mask because Arielle pulled him hurriedly. The rule not to look at the king’s face still applied except for those closest to him. Besides, the palace guards, as well as the maids and servants all always looked down when they found the king leaving his room without wearing a mask.

"I’m... not sure," Ronan replied in a whisper.

"What makes you unsure?"

"Isn’t this wound scary? What if—"

CUP!

Arielle kissed Ronan’s lips briefly. "If that’s scary, shouldn’t I run away long ago?" she asked, making Ronan smile.

"But..."

Arielle pushed Ronan so she could sit up straight. She took her husband’s hand and held it gently

"I will always be by your side, Ronan. I learned a lot from you. I become braver now because I know that you will always support me, and I want to do the same for you. I also want to support you so that you can stand up bravely to face your past. Isn’t that our promise at the altar?"

Ronan just nodded. He was at a loss for words because Arielle was right.

The image of his past where his mother scarred deep wounds on his face still haunted him, making him afraid to have children of his own. Ronan was afraid that his children would have to go through the same thing as him.

In the past, he feared that one of his children would transform into a wolf like him, and he would punish his son the same way as his father, confining and torturing them. Then, what if the child lost control and Arielle hated him for passing this curse on their child?

"Ronan, the curse is gone. What you’re worried about will never happen."

"Yes, I know. We had agreed to have children back then," Ronan replied, referring to their conversation at Birwick last month.

"And now with your mask on, is there anything else you want to hide from people?"

Ronan shook his head, making Arielle smile.

"I’ll take it off."

"When?" asked Arielle, teasing her husband who suddenly looked awkward

"I... don’t know. I haven’t found the exact time in my head yet."

"It’s fine. I will never force you to do it right away. I know you also need to prepare yourself."

Ronan wanted to laugh happily because he felt so happy to have Arielle in his arms again. This girl was growing really fast. Even the way she calmed him reminded Ronan of himself. He also said the same thing when Arielle got her power as the child of the Moon Goddess.

"Thanks for understanding me, but Arielle..."

"Yes?"

"There are other things that need to be done urgently."

"What is it?"

Ronan put on a pitiful face. It made Arielle can’t refuse him. He bent his body slightly then kissed Arielle again. His hands lifted her skirt until it reached the girl’s thighs.

***

Ronan took off Arielle’s corset, making the girl’s back exposed to the cold, hard surface of the desk. He also pulled the other side of Arielle’s dress then kissed her white shoulder lightly. His kisses went down to his wife’s collarbone.

Ronan glanced at Arielle who was holding back her moans as he squeezed one of the girl’s breasts against the dress. He then leaned closer and put Arielle’s hardened nipple into his mouth.

"Hm..."

The fine hairs on Ronan’s face made Arielle’s skin very sensitive. Every time the man’s beard grazed against her skin, it would leave a faint red line. It was really ticklish.

Ronan still sucked Arielle’s nipple gently and played with it with his tongue. As he made circular movements around the nipple, he could feel Arielle’s body trembling. Ronan closed his eyes when he smelled the sweet scent of Arielle’s body pampering his nose.

Arielle held Ronan’s other hand as the man’s hand to touch her underwear. However, her defense wasn’t as strong as Ronan’s current determination. The man then touched Arielle’s vagina from the outside. He pressed his thumb on it until Arielle squirmed on his desk.

"Ronan... can we... go back... to our room?" Arielle asked while holding her moan. Her breath hitched as Ronan kept touching her down there.

Ronan shook his head. "No, let’s do it here first," he replied, burying his face in Arielle’s warm breasts again.

Ronan then pulled down the rest of Arielle’s dress to her stomach. Now both of the girl’s breasts were exposed in front of him. He swallowed his saliva with difficulty. However, Arielle covered her breasts with her arms after remembering the glass wall behind Ronan was wide open, making her feel exposed. Her face was really red because of embarrassment.

It only made Ronan want to mess her up. Seeing Arielle who was shyly glancing at him from under those curly eyelashes, he really wanted to make his wife moan his name again and again.

Ronan could feel his pants starting to feel tight.

"Arielle, can I ask you something?" he asked.

Arielle’s face was as red as the flames that she often released. She knew what the man was about to ask. She glanced at her legs that were spread wide by Ronan’s hands. Arielle could see a bulge in the man’s pants. She bit her lower lip then nodded shyly.

Ronan then pulled out his work chair and sat there. Arielle tilted her head in confusion. ’Should she come down and give him head?’ Arielle asked inside her head.

Ronan chuckled because he could hear his wife’s mind again just now.

"Good idea, but later. I want to see you satisfy yourself?"

"Huh?"