Pursuing My Rejected Alpha

Ronan was not sure whether he was in heaven or hell. At a glance, there was Lucien who willingly came into his room to seduce him and be seduced. After a closer and more thorough look, he found out that Lucien was there for the sake of training and not to have sex.

In fact, Lucien Clearwater was not at all interested in having sex. He just wanted to use Ronan as a trainer slash stimulator so that the former could hide his scent from the latter.

It was the first time ever that Ronan wanted to throw Lucien out of his bedroom. But how could he?

Lucien was dressed in a white shirt and white short pants. He looked so pure. So innocent. So captivating. He was basically asking to be touched and pampered.

“It is too late for this kind of training,” Ronan tried to get out of this dire situation. He did not have the confidence to control his urge.

“Oh? Then what time is good for you?”

Lucien was unwilling to give in.

Ronan crossed his arms before his chest to steel his mind.

.....

“I don’t know, we will see,” the Alpha said with a shaky voice.

“Ah.”

Lucien narrowed his beautiful eyes at Ronan. He then scratched the floor with his toes slowly, forming invisible circles on the floor.

“I thought that you are the only one who can help me in this regard. Are you telling me that I should practice with someone else?”

Ronan furrowed his brows, his face darkened in an instant.

“Which ‘someone else’ do you have in mind?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Lucien trailed. “A lot of alpha wolves outside. And more coming,” he added.

Ronan’s lips parted in bewilderment. He would rather die than send Lucien out there to get stimulated by random alphas! How many of them could resist Lucien’s temptation? What if they ended up bedding him instead?

“Come here,” the Alpha growled in displeasure. He extended his hand after Lucien, who took it despite his growing hesitation.

He spouted big words, but he was also aware that he put himself in a dangerous situation. He might not make it out of Ronan’s bed safely that night.

Ronan tugged at Lucien’s hand, pulling him toward the bed.

Lucien fell like a block of wood. Ronan raised an eyebrow. Lucien had both his eyes closed and his brows furrowed in concentration. It did not require a genius to guess what Lucien was concentrating on.

So the challenge was to seduce this block of ice and melt the cage that prevented the sweet orange scent from leaking out.

Ronan licked his lips in anticipation.

Interesting.

Since Lucien was being such a hardworking student, he as the teacher should be generous and give him a very good lesson.

Ronan slid a naughty hand under Lucien’s shirt. He planned to play with Lucien’s nipples, but his hand was quickly caught by the latter.

“Wait!” He shouted. “Not that far yet. Let’s start with kisses and caresses through clothes. You can’t touch my skin.”

“...”

What kind of rules were those?

Whatever.

Ronan pulled Lucien’s legs apart and positioned himself in-between. Then he lay on top of Lucien and bumped their lower regions against each other.

“Mmmf...!”

Lucien put both hands against his mouth, his brows were scrunched up in painful endurance and sweat started to form on his forehead.

But there was no scent yet.

Lucien was doing so well.

Ronan’s lips curled up in a wicked smile. He lowered his head and bit into Lucien’s earlobe. Sucking on it, pulling at it, bullying the tender flower petal like a maniac.

Lucien gasped a few times. He instinctively moved around to free himself from Ronan’s onslaught, but the man refused to let go.

In the end, Lucien grabbed Ronan’s face with both hands and pulled him for a kiss instead.

Hahaha, so cute.

Lucien’s limbs were wrapped around Ronan’s body, locking him in a sweet trap that Ronan did not wish to escape from.

Just as Lucien wished, Ronan obediently kissed him while rubbing their bodies together with the annoying clothes in between. An evil thought formed in Ronan’s lust-addled mind. He could rip both their clothes open before Lucien even knew it. And then he could slide inside Lucien’s body. The latter was so busy trying to suppress his scent that he might not even notice it.

Ronan laughed at himself.

Look at him. He was dying to fuck Lucien. He slept with so many women before, but he was never this thirsty for a single person. Only Lucien was able to make Ronan constantly horny, constantly thirsty for him.

Ronan’s breathing grew heavy with unvented desire.

No, he could not do it.

He should not do it after all. They were so close to the war. He should focus on winning the war instead. Only six more days... No, five. Then he would have Lucien in his bed. Day and night, he would make Lucien fulfill his promise again and again.

“Ah... Stop... Stop!!!”

Lucien pushed Ronan away and rolled off the bed.

He was all hot and sweaty.

“Sorry, that’s all for the night,” he said before he rushed out of Ronan’s room.

Ronan stared at the bedroom door in disbelief. Did Lucien just give him blue balls and escape like a cunning thief?

The Alpha groaned into the pillow.

He did not think that he could stand more of this kind of training session.

The dejected Alpha dragged himself into the bathroom. He pulled his zipper down and his erect penis sprang free.

Ronan sighed and let go of his suppressed pheromones. They flowed out like crazy.

“Oh, Lucien. You will be the death of me,” the Alpha mumbled in consternation.

It only took a few strokes until Ronan came with a loud groan. His essence splattered against the toilet bowl, the thick whitish liquid coming out in form of intermittent, violent spurts.