Chapter 292

292 The Blissful Period (NSFW)

It took a whole day for the Werewolf Council to announce the number of casualties that resulted from Lucrethia’s last act of defiance.

Other than Lucrethia herself, two werewolves died on the spot because they failed to escape the crumbling building.

The first one was Conrad Woodland who did not at all transform because he was not in the right state of mind. The second one was Elijah Summertide who could not escape because he was chained in his cell prison.

The others thankfully got away with their lives, although some were quite badly wounded that they had to stay in St. Clarence hospital for weeks.

Kieran Locksworth, for example, barely made it because he had to search for Lillian before rushing outside.

Due to her pregnancy, Lillian was unable to transform. If Kieran had not saved her, she would surely be buried under the wreckage and perish on spot.

Both mother and child were safe, but the hospital decided to keep Lillian at the hospital for the time being until she gave birth.

This was a welcome arrangement for both of them, as they had a lot to talk about; such as their decision to stay together, what to do with the Ironclad Claws, and the poor legacy that Lucrethia Woodland left behind.

As soon as Ronan and Lucien returned to their shared apartment, Ronan threw away his phone, shut off his Mind Link, and proceeded to drag his mate to the bedroom.

.....

For once, Lucien did not resist Ronan’s advances. It had been a while since they were entangled intimately with each other.

Encouraged by Lucien’s lack of usual protests, Ronan did not bother holding back. He literally soiled Lucien in every way possible.

He took Lucien on the bed, in the shower room, in the bathtub, on the prized carpet, on the couch, and even pinned him against the window wall.

By the end of it, Lucien regretted it a little. Sore and full of Ronan’s essence, the Luna of the Infinite Eclipse Pack thought that he saw light at the end of the tunnel. It turned out to be the morning sun that peeked from behind the curtains.

They literally fucked all night.

Lucien assumed that he passed out in the middle of it, maybe an hour ago or a few hours ago.

The sunlight stung his eyes, but not as bad as the spot between his buttcheeks.

Lucien pressed a hand against his lower stomach. He suspected that Ronan ruptured one or more of his organs. He should go back to St. Clarence hospital to check for any internal bleeding.

The man suppressed a groan when he pushed himself off the bed to a sitting position.

His entire body was sticky with their combined body fluids, and Ronan’s arms and legs were wrapped tightly around his frame like a four-legged octopus.

A slight movement was all it took to wake Ronan up. The Alpha dragged Lucien back into the bed when the latter tried to go into the bathroom to clean up.

“No,” Ronan breathed against Lucien’s forehead. “We are not going out today.”

Lucien patted Ronan’s cheek fondly. “Even if we are not going out, we still have to clean up.”

“Hmm.”

Ronan stuck out his tongue and licked Lucien’s lips in response.

“If you need to clean up, why don’t I clean you up right now.”

“...”

Apparently, the Alpha took his silence as “yes” because he then started licking Lucien all over.

“Ronan! It tickles!!!” Lucien laughed when Ronan’s tongue danced around the side of his neck.

As a response, Ronan groped Lucien’s waist and butt. One of his fingers slyly made its way inside the man’s soft entrance while his mouth closed around one of Lucien’s swollen nipples.

“Hss...”

Lucien arched his back and winced from the pain. His fingers clawed into Ronan’s shoulders, adding more fingernail marks to the ones from the previous night.

Ronan lifted their bodies into a sitting position and pulled Lucien to his lap. As he sealed his mate’s lips with a passionate kiss, he pushed his erect shaft inside Lucien again.

“Mmm!!!”

Lucien widened his eyes in surprise. He broke their kiss and cried like a tormented prisoner.

“Ronan... Ahh... Stop... Aaahhh I can’t take it...!!!”

Ronan chuckled.

Of course he could. He did many, many times before.

Having slept with him countless times, who knew better than Ronan what Lucien could and could not take inside his mesmerizing body?

“I love you,” the Alpha whispered before he grabbed the back of Lucien’s neck and locked their lips together again.

Lucien’s protests were drowned by Ronan’s domineering kiss, his resistance morphing into acquiescence when Ronan plunged into his deepest recess again and again.

The long and thick rod kept grazing the pleasure spot inside his body. Shuddering from the incomparable sensation, Lucien subconsciously tried to get away. Unfortunately, it only made the Alpha tighten his grip around him.

Ronan held on to Lucien’s waist and drove in and out of him with unrivaled vivacity.

Even an ice statue had to melt when coming face-to-face with Ronan’s scorching heat. Including Lucien.

The red-blonde man spasmed violently when he gave in to his lust. His sight went dark for a split second before stars burst into his sight and made him forget everything else, including his name.

A hoarse moan escaped Lucien’s lips when the wave of pleasure washed over him. Guided by his instinct, he bared his fangs and bit into Ronan’s nape, claiming the Alpha as his own.

Ronan was more than happy to comply.

His lips curling up into a devious smile, he pumped hard into his mate a few more times before he too reached his climax and marked his mate. In his arms, Lucien trembled from being pumped by both his seeds and pheromones.

“Ah... Ahh...”

Tears trickled down the tail of Lucien’s eyes. Ronan released Lucien’s nape and kissed them away.

“Sssh... Baby, it’s alright...”

Lucien opened his eyes and gave Ronan an aggrieved look. The ends of his eyes were reddened. Ronan peppered tiny kisses on Lucien’s face.

“Does it hurt a lot?”

Lucien glared at him.

“When does it not?” he asked with a scowl.