Pursuing My Rejected Alpha-Chapter 309 - 309 The Alpha Was Checking His Performance (NSFW)
309 The Alpha Was Checking His Performance (NSFW)
The room had no windows, and the air conditioning system did not seem to be functioning.
The air was hot and sticky, permeated with the thick scents of their mixed pheromones. fr𝚎e𝙬𝚎𝚋𝚗૦ν𝚎𝒍.c૦m
Lucien thought that he must have fainted as soon as Ronan entered him. Or maybe he just went into a daze.
All he could register when he came back to his senses was the scorching flesh rod that rearranged his internal organs to make space for itself. It was still at first, but then it started moving.
“Ahhh...”
Lucien moaned.
He was burning down there.
It was too hot.
Maybe he chose the wrong lubricant.
.....
Or was it just Ronan?
Lucien didn’t know.
He sank his fingers inside Ronan’s hair, hugging the man’s neck while the man plundered his body and left kiss marks all over his neck and chest.
Lucien closed his eyes and listened to Ronan’s beating heart. Inside his belly, Ronan’s engorged organ was also beating furiously.
Every time the terrifying weapon pushed in, it scraped against all the pleasure points in Lucien’s love tunnel.
“Ah...”
It felt so good.
But it also felt so wrong.
Lucien just didn’t know why.
Where were they and what time was it? 𝗳𝗿𝐞ℯ𝙬𝗲𝗯n𝗼νel.𝒄𝑜𝘮
He couldn’t remember at all...
“How is it, Lulu?” Ronan’s deep, alluring voice was heard asking. “Do you still want me to stop?”
“No,” Lucien struggled to free himself from the leather band again.
“Yes, he then said helplessly.
Ronan chuckled.
“Which one now? You are so contradictory.”
“Shut up and kiss me,” Lucien hissed.
Of course the Alpha complied.
He then railed Lucien so hard that Lucien barely remembered his own name. Endless moans spilled from his lips, in rhythm with the wet squelching sounds of two bodies slamming into each other.
Ronan’s favorite musical instrument was Lucien. Every sound that the man produced was heavenly music in his ears.
Every lovemaking session was no different from an exhilarating and marvelous concert.
Just when Ronan thought that Lucien could not make him happier, he did.
“I love you,” Lucien whispered. “I love you, Ronan.”
Astounded, the Alpha ceased his onslaught and gaped at his mate.
Lucien lay on the table, his chest rising and falling with haggard breathing. Bite- and kiss marks covered his sweaty body like red flower petals.
He was so beautiful.
Ronan knew that Lucien loved him, of course, but Lucien rarely said it out loud. Especially during sex. His Luna’s facial skin was too thin.
Grinning with delight, Ronan kissed Lucien’s trembling lips.
“I love you more,” he said.
He then wrapped his arms around Lucien’s waist and butt.
“Hold on tight,” he said.
“What... what...?”
Lucien did not catch it at all.
He gasped from shock when Ronan lifted him from the table. Lucien wrapped his legs hurriedly around Ronan in order to not fall down.
Meanwhile, Ronan almost chuckled when he saw their combined body fluids drenching the surface. Lucien was going to flip out for sure if he caught sight of it.
Lucien Clearwater, the man that Ronan Silverback loved, had the habit of putting pleasure aside to care about trivial things. Anything to distract him from their sensuous lovemaking.
He cared too much about people who might hear them.
Or furniture that would be ruined from their wild coupling.
Or that the sun had not set yet.
This was the main reason why Ronan covered Lucien’s eyes. He was not going to let Lucian fuss about those inconsequential matters this time around.
All Lucien had to focus on was how much they loved each other.
Ronan pressed his mate against the wall and took his hands away from under Lucien’s buttcheeks. Prompted by gravity, Lucien’s body inadvertently slid downward.
“Arghhhh!!! Ahhh...!!!!”
Lucien screamed from mixed pain and pleasure when Ronan thrust upward rapidly, impaling his mate on his shaft.
The vicious Alpha kept drilling his penis in the same direction over and over again.
“No, too deep... Ronan, it hurts...”
It hurt, but at the same time, it also lighted a fire inside Lucien’s belly. The flame ran amok within him, begging for a release.
Ronan was not in a better situation.
He pushed one, two, three times inside Lucien before he buried himself deep into his mate’s spasming body.
“Give yourself to me, Lulu,” he whispered. “Give me a baby.”
“Ah... Ahh...”
Lucien arched his back and cried. His orgasm came like a hurricane, lifting everything off the ground and sending them swirling in the sky.
At the same time he poured his seeds into the sperm container that was attached to his penis, he had to accommodate Ronan, who knotted deep inside him. The Alpha made his mate take his entire length and then shot his scalding essence into Lucien’s deepest recess.
“That’s it, very good, my Lulu,” Ronan crooned.
Lucien felt so hot and dizzy. He barely registered the kisses that Ronan peppered him with before his eyes fluttered shut and he passed out from the intense lovemaking.
Ronan caught him just in time before he fell to the ground.
Grinning like a little boy on Christmas morning, Ronan carefully moved his mate to the bed. He lay Lucien on his right side while he himself lay on his left side. They still had to wait for their knots to deflate.
Ronan took off Lucien’s blindfold and released his wrists. He then pressed a kiss on Lucien’s eyes.
“You are so beautiful, my Lulu,” Ronan whispered although Lucien was out cold and could not hear him.
“My perfect Luna. What would I do without you?”
The dark-haired man supported his upper body with one arm while the other kept running up and down Lucien’s body, tracing every up and down, every nook and cranny that made up his beloved mate.
A few minutes later, the latter’s eyes quivered open.
“Mmm...”
Lucien gazed into Ronan’s handsome face, with the unbearable shameless grin on it.
“Soooo, Luna,” he drawled, rubbing Lucien’s lower stomach lasciviously, “are you satisfied with my performance? Or should I go and consult a doctor for my erectile dysfunction problem?”
“...”
Lucien wanted to smack Ronan’s face real hard and wipe the smug grin off it completely.
