With one swift movement, Ronan reversed their position. Lucien was pinned on the bed and his mate loomed over him with a scary glint in his eyes. One of Lucien's legs was hanging from the bigger man's shoulder.
"I don't know what I would do," Ronan whispered.
He ran his hands down from Lucien's blushing cheeks to his flat stomach and supple waist.
"Maybe I will fuck you again and again, until your body forgets how the other man feels like and succumbs to me completely."
It didn't matter whether Lucien had been tainted by someone else before him.
Ronan was going to eliminate the traces of the other man from Lucien's body. Mold him to his liking. His Luna was going to moan to his touches, lose his mind from his thrusts, and reach the climax when Ronan knotted inside him and shot his seed deep inside his body.
