Chapter 347 - 347 The Endless Joyrides (NSFW)

347 The Endless Joyrides (NSFW)

When all three of them returned, the atmosphere between the birthday boy and girl was extremely awkward.

To prevent Annalynne from launching into another “don’t kill the baby” meltdown, Lucien opted to drink fruit punch instead.

Cold drinks were supposedly not good for him, so not a single ice cube was put inside the glass.

Whenever Lucien took a sip from his child-friendly drink, he could not help but pin his sister with a scorching glare.

Annalynne did feel apologetic, but not enough to grant Lucien a drink.

Or the smoked salmon in the smoked salmon pasta with cream cheese that came during the main course.

Or the coffee in the delectable milk coffee pudding with vanilla sauce that came as dessert.

In the end, Lucien had to be content with eating a bowl of fish congee and vegetable and chicken soup to accommodate his delicate digestive system.

For some reason, Annalynne’s love for her brother had shifted to her dearest nieces and nephews in supposedly Lucien’s belly.

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Aunt Annalynne was so obsessed with the “unborn babies”. She kept staring at Lucien’s stomach, as if expecting the babies to magically appear any time soon.

Lucien did not know whether he should laugh or cry.

On one hand, he was happy that Annalynne was this supportive of his “pregnancy”.

On the other hand, he was uncomfortable with Annalynne’s overbearing care.

To add fuel to the fire, Ronan Silverback, his own mate, decided to play the best accomplice.

He followed Annalynne’s example and took all the good food away before Lucien even sank a fork into the plate.

Lucien went amok and cursed at his mate via Mind Link, but Ronan did not even bother to respond. He was too immersed in his role as a concerned father-to-be.

For once, Annalynne approved of Ronan’s existence in Lucien’s life.

For once, Lucien disapproved of their cooperative behavior.

Thanks to Ronan’s good performance, he managed to convince Annalynne that he was not going to engage in any heavy exercise that might endanger the babies.

The two couples parted ways some distance away from the restaurant.

“Take care of my brother and your children, Alpha Ronan,” Annalynne spoke to Ronan solemnly before she left, as if Ronan and Lucien were about to embark on a dangerous adventure.

Lucien almost flipped out.

Ronan literally turned blue from suppressing his laughter.

As soon as Annalynne and Lowell disappeared around the corner, Ronan roared with laughter.

Slamming his hand against a huge rock outside the restaurant, the Alpha amused himself immensely at Lucien’s expense.

“You asshole,” Lucien smacked Ronan’s arm in fury. “Are you having enough fun, Alpha Ronan? Do you need more entertainment for the night?” he asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

“I don’t know,” Ronan said.

He grabbed his mate and pinned him against the huge rock before he proceeded to kiss the breath out of his mate.

Soft moans escaped Lucien’s lips between kisses. Ronan’s fingers moved into Lucien’s hair, carding down the soft red-golden curls before his hands slid down and started kneading down his mate’s body.

“Ah... Ronan... Ahh...”

Ronan sucked at Lucien’s lips hungrily before he whispered into the latter’s ear with a seductive, magnetic voice, “Does the Luna wish to entertain me further?”

His words reverberated in Lucien’s heart and his hunting breath blew against Lucien’s earlobe. The Alpha’s aggressive love lit a fire in Lucien’s belly, burning him from the inside.

When Lucien’s legs gave out under his weight, Ronan swooped Lucien up in his arms with a chuckle.

“Sorry, Lulu. I don’t think that you will get to sleep tonight.”

Before Lucien could say anything to ruin the mood, Ronan sealed his lips with a kiss and carried him back to their shared suite.

The Alpha always kept his promises especially when it came down to promiscuous activities.

As soon as they got inside their suite, alone at last, Ronan put Lucien down and started stripping him of his shirt and pants.

Without a single thread covering his body, Lucien stood naked in front of his mate. The fair skin carried red and purple blemishes, the result of Ronan’s aggressive lovemaking in the morning.

He was so beautiful.

Ronan tugged at his tie nervously, trying hard to suppress the carnal desire that threatened to engulf his senses.

Luckily for Ronan, he was not the only one in this predicament.

Lucien too was unable to contain his unbridled lust.

He stepped out of the pool of clothes at his feet and brushed against Ronan’s shoulder and chest with his hands.

While their noses and lips brushed against each other, Lucien proceeded to take Ronan’s clothes off.

Only without the same degree of courtesy.

Instead of unbuttoning Ronan’s shirt one by one, Lucien ripped the shirt off Ronan’s body with both hands and exposed the sexy ripples on the latter’s torso to the cold air.

He then proceeded to kiss along Ronan’s collarbone, down to the deep lines along his chest that led to the bulge in his pants.

Ronan was positively shocked at the wonderful development.

If the fish congee and vegetable chicken soup turned Lucien into a sex maniac, maybe Ronan was interested to hire the chef to cook personally for him and Lucien at the Infinite Alpha Pack House.

“Looks like my Luna is rather impatient,” Ronan remarked with a suggestive smile

Lucien ignored the other man’s comment. Kneeling in front of Ronan, he put his hands at the man’s pants and gave them a light tug.

“Are you taking these off or should I?”

Ronan giggled.

As an answer, he ripped his pants into two himself. Once he was free from his clothing, he tackled Lucien against the wall from behind.

“Spread your legs for me, you sexy Luna,” Ronan whispered.

Lucien spread his legs to grant Ronan entry. When the hot flesh rod pressed against his buttcheeks, he suddenly remembered something else.

“Ronan, the lubricant... Arghhh!!!”

“Don’t worry about that,” Ronan whispered as he pushed deep into Lucien’s body.

The latter’s hole was still soft from their lovemaking in the morning. Ronan could go in easily just by using his saliva.

“Sorry,” Ronan sighed from bliss when his erect organ was enveloped in Lucien’s sweet, velvety folds.

“You look so good tonight. I can’t take it anymore.”