For the first time in his life, Alpha Ronan Silverback cursed his maid's habit to take out everything from his old pants and stuff it into his new pants. Thanks to her, Ronan stood there like deer in the headlights -- the headlights being Lucien's merciless stare.
Ronan dropped the underwear on the floor and grabbed Lucien's arms. "It is not what you think!"
It was a cliche statement spoken by numerous cheating husbands to their betrayed wives upon discovery of their debauched nature.
Even lovers with good temperaments would frown upon the sinners, let alone someone with a temperament as volatile as Lucien. The latter shoved Ronan hard one more time. "Stay away from me," he hissed. "And take that love token with you."
Lucien's eyes were full of disgust when he saw the item that Ronan dropped on the floor. One would think that Ronan just dumped a pail of slime all over Lucien's impeccable floor.
Lucien's rejection only served to pour oil over the flame in Ronan's heart. The Alpha grabbed Lucien by his waist again and wiped away the bloodstain left by another Alpha by using his cuff. Even after rubbing hard against the man's chin and getting rid of the other werewolf's blood, Ronan was still dissatisfied.
He wanted more.
He wanted to mark Lucien so deep that no one else could lay claim on him.
He wanted to devour Lucien with hair and bones and prevent anyone from even looking at his remains. His obsession ran deep, coursing in his blood like a potent poison. Seven years of separation did nothing but amplify his desire for the fated mate that he rejected.
Panting from unvented desire, Ronan captured Lucien's lips and pried open the latter's mouth.
"Mmmh... Nggghh...!!!"
Lucien bit down in resentment. Blood quickly flowed from Ronan's torn lips but he could not care less. He bit back and tore a wound at Lucien's lips.
"!!!"
Lucien clearly did not expect that. The kiss became deeper and wilder, their counterpart's blood flowed down their throats as they sucked on each other's lips without restraint.
Lucien was thoroughly confused.
One second he was pushing at Ronan's chest, and the other second he was grabbing Ronan's hair to deepen the kiss. The nature of Ronan's tyrannical kiss robbed the breath out of Lucien's lungs, plundering the inside of his mouth ravenously.
Lucien could hardly keep up. His knees went weak and he hung limply from Ronan's strong arms like a doll with broken strings.
Ronan gathered the half-conscious Lucien in his arms and went in the direction of the bedroom. He kicked open the door in a brutish manner and threw Lucien on the bed.
Lucien groaned while rolling to his side. His mind was hazy. For a split second, he was not sure where he was or what time it was. He was not even sure what he was doing on the bed. Not until the Alpha mounted him, pulled his legs apart, and settled in-between. There was something big that was pulsating against Lucien's own hardened sexual organ. Something that threatened to take his life away.
Soft moans emanated from Lucien's throat as Ronan's lips moved to the side of his neck and peppered it with tiny, greedy kisses. Lucien's fingernails clawed into Ronan's shoulder and scalp, but Ronan could not care less. He had one hand clawing the back of Lucien's neck while his other hand snaked at the back of the man underneath him, locking him in position.
Lucien parted his lips in consternation. He pushed and kicked at the werewolf on top of him desperately but it was sheer impossible to escape the steely grip of Ronan's limbs.
"Ah... Ronan, don't...!!!"
The werewolf in question might or might not hear what Lucien was shouting. Before Lucien knew it, Ronan already sank his fangs into his nape, biting directly into his scent gland, marking him.
Lucien's scream of pain failed to leave his throat. His warm blood flowed like a tiny stream and Ronan drank it all like a gluttonous beast.
As his blood slowly drained from his nape to Ronan's throat, exhaustion crept into Lucien's body and numbed him. He stopped resisting Ronan and his limbs fell from the Alpha's body. Tears started to fall from his eyes as he drifted into a daze.
Ronan froze when he felt the body under him go slack. He lifted his eyes and saw tears dripping from the end of Lucien's eyes.
"Lucien...?"
Ronan wiped the tears away from Lucien's face but they kept falling.
"Hey..."
Ronan sighed. He pulled Lucien into his arms and pressed a kiss against his eyes. "Don't cry, Lulu. I am sorry."
Lucien broke into a sob but he still said nothing in response. Ronan sighed. His warm breath blew against Lucien's face. Ronan sat up and pulled Lucien to sit on his lap. He rocked the trembling man in his arms gently, trying to coax him like he would a child.
"Lulu, don't cry alright? I am sorry for hurting you. It didn't count just now. It is only half a bond... It will disappear within days."
Ronan kissed the spot where he marked Lucien. It might only be for several days, but during these several days, Lucien was his and his only. He would respond to his pheromones only and no one else's.
Ronan's hand slid to Lucien's slim waist and held him tight. His lips trailed the path from Lucien's nape and ended at Lucien's torn lips. Lucien's eyes fluttered open. Tears glistened at the bottom of his eyes. He let himself be kissed again and again, but there was no energy left in his body.
"Ronan," Lucien called in a hoarse voice. "you have to let me go. Let me go, okay?"
Ronan shook his head stubbornly. "I can't. I don't want to. Lucien, it has been seven years."
Lucien broke into another sob. "It has been seven years. So let's stop this madness. Let this be the last time. Let's never meet again."