The beast that hid between Ronan's legs quickly reared its ugly head. The Alpha licked his lips lasciviously. He sank his middle finger deep into Lucien's mouth before withdrawing half of it and thrusting it inside again.
The act was very similar to sexual intercourse.
Lucien's warm mouth made wet, sucking noises as it spat and swallowed Ronan's finger.
The jut on the Alpha's throat moved up and down from lust. He grabbed Lucien's hand and pressed it against his breeches.
Lucien blushed immediately.
Ronan was rock hard.
"We should stop," Ronan whispered with a hoarse voice. "Otherwise don't blame me if I shove my burrito into your other mouth."
Lucien smirked.
He squeezed at Ronan's manhood through the fabric, extracting a moan from the Alpha.
"You are such a horndog," Lucien scolded him. "You get excited too quickly."
