191 Fighting The Rut (NSFW)
A werewolf’s rut happened one to two times a year. It was mostly affected by the moon’s movement, but also by a lot of other aspects such as the mental stability and physical condition of the said werewolf.
When the werewolf in question was heavily agitated or was experiencing extreme grief, the rut often came early. When it came, the werewolf went through intense pain. It was almost as if the pain in the heart manifested itself into a pain in the body and condemned the werewolf to endless torture.
Unless the werewolf got to unburden himself, he was going to suffer until his rut period was over. It usually took from three days to a week.
In such cases, the only person who could provide any sort of relief was the mate.
Judging from Ronan’s condition, his rut must have started as soon as he returned home.
Lucien closed his eyes and hooked his arms around Ronan’s neck, accepting Ronan’s forceful kisses willingly. He could taste blood in the kisses because Ronan’s fang scraped against his lip and tore it open.
Without a single thread covering his body, Lucien was lifted easily and thrown into the bed. Another ripping sound told Lucien that Ronan had also gotten rid of his remaining clothes.
It did not take long for the Alpha to come pouncing at him again.
His beastly instincts told him to intrude into Lucien’s body right away and feed into his carnal desire.
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Unfortunately, Lucien’s body was too tight. The flower hole between his legs had shrunk to its original size again after days of no penetration. It was not suitable for entry.
Ronan roared in frustration as he kept trying to push his engorged organ into Lucien.
“Ronan.”
Lucien’s cold hands pressed against Ronan’s feverish cheeks. The cool sensation made Ronan gasp but also provided him some heat relief.
“Get us some lube. This is going nowhere.”
Wordlessly, Ronan grabbed Lucien’s arms and started peppering his colder body with kisses.
“Ronan.”
Lucien bit into his lower lip to stifle a moan when Ronan started sucking on one of his nipples.
He buried one of his hands into Ronan’s hair while the other brushed against the bedsheet and the nightstand.
He was looking for some remote control to turn off the heater, but said remote control was nowhere to find.
“What are you thinking about?” Ronan growled in displeasure and bit into the swollen nipple. His action prompted Lucien to scream in pain.
“Ahhhh!!! No, it’s just... Too hot. Ronan, turn off the heater.”
Again, Ronan did not answer.
He was too busy attacking Lucien on his chest. When he was done with one blooming bud, he went to pamper the other.
Furious with the lack of response, Lucien grabbed a handful of Ronan’s hair and tugged it backward.
“I said, turn off the heater and get us some lube,” he repeated angrily.
Ronan stared at Lucien.
In a daze, he eventually climbed off Lucien’s body and went to press a button on the headboard.
A beeping sound was heard, and the gently buzzing sound that the heater generated was gone.
Ronan rummaged into the nightstand’s drawer, but he could not find what he wanted.
“Fuck!” He cursed loudly, his mind drowned in a flood of emotions.
“You don’t have any?”
Ronan did not answer. He merely turned away from Lucien and sat at the edge of the bed, rocking back and forth with his head buried in his palms.
Lucien put his arms around Ronan from behind. He gently kissed the latter’s neck and shoulder.
“I am sure we can find something useful in this apartment. Some oil? Cream?”
Ronan’s body tensed up somehow when he heard Lucien’s last words.
“What is it?” Lucien queried. “Do you have something in mind?”
Ronan pressed a hand against his eyes. The minute trembling of his body told Lucien that he was crying. He was grieving for his mother.
Lucien pulled Ronan back into the bed. He let the Alpha lay on top of him and wrapped him in a tight embrace.
“Don’t keep it inside,” he softly whispered. “Let it all out.”
Ronan buried his face into the pillow above Lucien’s shoulder and cried silently. Lucien kept his mouth shut, pretending not to be there while Ronan drowned himself in sorrow. It was probably the best thing to do in this situation.
Ronan was not only an alpha werewolf but also the Alpha of his pack. He had his pride. Despite the immense pain that he was going through, he knew that he could not afford to appear weak in front of anyone, not even in front of Jake.
But who could do that? Alphas were living beings, their bodies were made of flesh. Blood flowed through their vessels just like everyone else’s.
Joy and sorrow, happiness and sadness, all of these were part of life.
No one was constantly happy, as no one was constantly sad.
The huge pressure that Alphas had to endure was brutal.
Lucien gently pressed a kiss against Ronan’s neck.
“I love you,” he whispered. “I am here for you.”
That was all he could say. Anything else would be insensitive.
“It’s okay” was not okay.
“Everything will be fine” was not going to make anything fine.
“Calm down” would only flare Ronan up.
They were, after all, talking about his mother here.
Above him, Ronan shifted and rubbed his forehead against Lucien’s neck. The other man’s lower body temperature felt good against his skin, but it was unable to quench the fire inside Ronan’s body.
The fire raged like an untamed beast, demanding him to devour everything and anything, including the naked fated mate on his bed.
“Lulu, I am so uncomfortable,” he said with a muffled sound.
“I know,” Lucien replied. He reached downward and seized Ronan’s rock-hard erection. “Do you want to cum first? Then we can use your semen as lubricant...”
Ronan shook his head.
“No need,” he said. “I have something else.”
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