Chapter 221

221 The Alpha’s Mate Needed An Excuse (NSFW)

Noah was terrified of a lot of things.

Right now, what terrified him the most was the man who sat in the backseat and remained silent during the entire trip.

Noah tried hard to engage Lucien in a cheering conversation, but all he got from the man was occasional hums.

After a while, Noah hung his head and let Lucien dwell in his own thoughts.

As soon they arrived at the pack house, Lucien stepped off the car and marched to the apartment that he shared with Ronan. Once he went inside, he refused to open the door to anyone. Not even to a Healer who came to check on him.

At the end of their wits, they had to rely on the Alpha to come and drag Lucien out.

Thankfully, Ronan arrived not long after.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

He was not at all surprised to hear that Lucien locked himself in their apartment.

“Leave us,” Ronan said before he went into his apartment.

.....

“Lulu...?”

The living room was empty, and so was the kitchen. Ronan went into the bedroom. It was dark inside. The bed was made, no trace of the man that he was looking for.

‘Lulu? Where are you?’

‘...’

‘Lulu...? Answer me, please.’

‘The second bedroom.’

He referred to it as the second bedroom, but it was clearly more like a storage room for Lucien’s stuff.

The door to the room was slightly ajar. On the wooden floor, Lucien sat cross-legged and pored through his sketchbooks. He did not look up when Ronan entered. His eyes were locked on the book on his lap, but Ronan could see that his eyes were unfocused.

Ronan sat next to his mate and put an arm around him. The sight of white bandages wrapped around Lucien’s head gave him heartache.

“Hey,” he kissed Lucien’s cheek.

“Mm,” Lucien hummed in reply.

“What are you doing?”

“Just... Looking through my past sketches.”

“They look really, uh, nice.”

“...”

To be frank, the sketches were not even half-done. What Ronan saw was a bunch of scratches across the sketchbook. The Alpha was not sure what Lucien planned to draw with the chaotic lines.

It didn’t matter. He was not there to talk about art, anyway.

“Lulu, it’s fine to be upset,” he carefully said.

He promptly shut up when Lucien squared his shoulders and disentangled himself from Ronan’s embrace.

“Baby...?”

Ronan hugged Lucien from behind and kissed the small spot on his back. “I am here for you. Just tell me how I can help.”

Lucien turned his head slightly in Ronan’s direction.

“Then sleep with me.”

“...”

Ronan stared at Lucien.

“What is it? Didn’t you want to help?”

Any other day, Ronan would have tackled Lucien into bed and fucked him all night long when he was provoked in a similar manner.

Just not today.

“Lulu, you... You are hurt. Should we not wait?”

He was not referring to the wound on Lucien’s head but the one in his heart.

“I don’t want to,” Lucien insisted. There was an indescribable fierceness in his usually gentle eyes. “I want you to fuck me, now.”

Lucien undid Ronan’s pants and squeezed his manhood through his underpants.

Ronan groaned.

“Lucien...”

Ronan did not want to do it, but he was still a man after all. When his lover teased him like that, he was naturally unable to refuse his advances.

Kissing wildly, they tumbled into their bedroom and landed on the bed.

Ronan stripped Lucien layer after layer, opening him up like a present. When he wanted to go down on Lucien, though, the latter stopped him.

“Don’t. I want you to go inside me.”

“...”

Again, Ronan was stunned.

“I don’t think you are ready,” he said.

“I am,” Lucien insisted. “I need you inside me.”

“...”

Inside his heart, Ronan cursed at himself. How could he get turned on by Lucien’s words?

The Alpha opened the side drawer and grabbed some lubricant. After coating his massive tool, he poured some on his fingers and squeezed them into Lucien’s entry hole.

“Ahh...”

Lucien arched his back, not bothering to stifle his moans at all.

Ronan swallowed hard. It was too much provocation. More than what he could bear. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he spread his lover’s legs and gently nudged his way inside.

Today, Lucien was impatient.

He hooked his legs around Ronan’s waist and drew him closer. Deeper.

Ronan tried to resist, but it felt so good inside his mate. Too good. So warm and moist. He eventually gave in to the temptation and let Lucien swallow him whole, enveloping his rockhard erection and taking it into his deepest recess.

They made love almost every day, so Lucien’s body was used to accepting Ronan’s cock. Almost as if it had been molded to fit Ronan’s length and girth. Still, the first thrusts were painful for Lucien.

Not wanting to hurt his mate, Ronan eased himself slowly in and out of Lucien’s sweet clutches, thrusting only shallowly in and out. He wanted Lucien to feel good.

The man beneath him wanted the exact opposite.

“Harder,” he ordered.

“...”

“Faster.”

“...”

“Deeper.”

“Lucien, does it not hurt?”

“No.”

“...”

Lucien grabbed Ronan’s face with both hands and kissed him with a fiery passion.

The bed rocked violently as the two men slammed into each other. Lucien broke the kiss and pulled Ronan into a tight embrace. The latter buried his face into Lucien’s neck while he pounded into him. Harder, faster, and deeper, just like what Lucien demanded.

“Ahh... Aaah...!!!”

His moans spilled incessantly from his lips.

“Lulu, my baby... My mate... I love you, I love you so much,” Ronan rambled on. “It feels so good inside you...”

Lucien bit into his lower lip. His grip on Ronan was so hard that it hurt. Ronan was stunned when the moaning stopped and the body under him trembled.

Lucien was crying.

“Lulu, I’m sorry,” Ronan said abruptly. He must have hurt his mate with his frantic thrusting. The Alpha wanted to withdraw from Lucien’s body, but the latter clamped hard around him.

“No,” he sobbed. “Continue.”

“... Lulu, I don’t want to.”

.....

“You said that you wanted to help,” Lucien sobbed. “Help me. I need it.”

Ronan gritted his teeth. He railed Lucien hard, stabbing into his insides again and again to give Lucien an excuse to cry his eyes out.