Pursuing My Rejected Alpha
Chapter 6

Ronan Silverback sat on his throne with one leg crossed over the other as he waited for Gavin to be brought into the audience hall. All Elders as well as Maya and her family were present for his trial.

The prospect of meeting Gavin again filled Maya with trepidation. Her complexion was especially pale and she kept twitching in her seat whenever someone spoke to her.

Quinn escorted Gavin to the audience hall herself. The young man had both of his arms and legs chained together. The chains were only long enough to allow him to do some basic movements such as walking and eating.

Maya's father growled violently when he saw the young werewolf who almost tainted his daughter. If he had not spared everyone in the room any thought, he would have lunged forward and ripped this insolent young man into pieces.

After getting caught and dragged back to the Pack House, Gavin no longer denied his sins. He admitted that he lusted for Maya and intended to take her against her will. If not for Lucien Clearwater who protected Maya for days, Gavin would have succeeded in his endeavor.

Gavin confessed to everything, admitting to all accusations on the list.

"You son of a bitch!" Maya's father roared. He had to be restrained by his fellow pack members in order to not attack Gavin. "You f*****g a*****e!"

.....

'Silence.

One word from the Alpha sufficed to put a stop to Maya's father. The latter slumped to the ground and said nothing else. Only a low whimper was heard as he tried hard to suppress his unvented anger. Ronan turned his attention to Gavin and spoke with an icy expression.

"This crime is unpardonable. You have used your gift to prey on your fellow werewolf, a member of your own pack to be precise. In accordance with the regulation set by the Werewolf Council, I herewith decide to send you to the prison on Black Reef Island. You shall serve a five-year-imprisonment there, and then you will be released. The Werewolf Council will keep an eye on you for your whole life. The next offense merits no less than a death penalty."

Black Reef Island was a lone island that served as a correctional institute for werewolves. It was strictly managed by the Werewolf Council. No visitors were allowed on the island. Werewolves were only allowed to leave after they finished serving their sentence period.

Most of them were branded as criminals upon leaving the island. These werewolves would never again be able to rely on the pack's protection. They would henceforth live on as rogue werewolves unless a pack decided to adopt them.

The branding mark led to almost zero chance of adoption. Their best chance at life was living their life as a normal human being and forgetting their identity as werewolves.

Gavin's lips trembled when he heard about the imprisonment sentence. He sneaked a furtive glance at Maya who kept her eyes downcast, her shoulders shaking with fear. It almost looked as if Gavin wanted to say something, but then he decided not to. Gavin was sent back to his bedroom where he was to spend one last night in the Infinite Eclipse Pack House before he was forever banished from the pack.

As his caretaker, Quinn was deeply ashamed of her failure to raise Gavin into an honorable werewolf. To atone for it, Quinn was going to deliver Gavin to the Black Reef Island herself.

Meanwhile, Jake had a problem on his own. He held in his hand a parchment roll that was no different from a roll of dynamites. He, the Beta, had the honor to deliver it to Ronan because no one in their sane mind wanted to be in the room when the Alpha went berserk.

After everyone poured out of the audience hall, Jake confronted Ronan.

"Ronan, the answer from the Silent Walkers Pack just came."

Ronan's eyes drifted to the parchment roll in Jake's hands. Wordlessly, he extended his hand to receive said roll.

He did not open the letter right away. Instead, he went to his study with Jake in tow. After they arrived at the study and Jake closed the door behind him, Ronan unrolled the letter and read the content. Jake followed Ronan's eyes as they flew from top to bottom of the letter, going from line to line. After Ronan finished, he kept staring at the letter without saying anything.

Jake was burning with curiosity. He wanted to ask what the letter said, but he did not want to offend Ronan. He just stood there and waited. Until Ronan turned to him with annoyance and threw the parchment roll at his feet. Jake closed his eyes and sighed in his heart.

Oh, no.

Jake picked up the letter and read it. It was a formal rejection letter, expressing a great deal of gratitude toward Infinite Eclipse Pack's offer of joining hands in marriage. Unfortunately, the Night Prowler Pack was the first one to make the offer. In order to prevent offending the latter, the Silent Walkers Pack thus regretfully had to decline the offer from the Infinite Eclipse Pack.

Jake forced himself to smile. "They are not wrong. The Night Prowler Pack did submit their proposal earlier than us."

Ronan's face was distorted into an ugly sneer. It did not work like that. Lucien simply chose to reject him. Again and again.

"Lucien," Ronan growled between gritted teeth.

Against better judgment, Jake spoke up again.

"Alpha, you should not take it personally. The Silent Walkers Pack has..."

...a right to decide which offer they would like to accept.

That was what Jake wanted to say, but he never managed to finish his sentence because Ronan silenced him with a sharp glare. The Beta of the Infinite Eclipse Pack could only purse his lips and kept quiet. Ronan stepped behind the desk, crossing one leg over another as he sat on his comfortable leather seat. He put the tips of his fingers together and gazed at Jake over his steepled hands.

"Do you want me to do anything?" Jake asked, hopeful that Ronan would say no and kick him out of the room. The atmosphere was too stifling with Ronan's pheromones, threatening to suffocate him. "No," Ronan calmly said. "I will."

Annalynne made it back safely with two bags full of groceries. She and Gordon helped with the cooking preparation while Lucien stood in the kitchen to cook them a marvelous dinner. By the time they were done, it was already quite late at night. Thankfully, Gordon's couch could be expanded into an extra bed. Annalynne and Lucien thus slept on the extra bed for the night.

Lucien and Annalynne went back to Blue Hill City the next morning. Back at the Silent Walkers Pack House, Alice Clearwater had been waiting for her two children to come back, particularly for Lucien.

When the Night Prowler Pack came with the first marriage proposal, everyone and his mother hoped that Lucien would say yes and saved the entire Silent Walkers Pack. But then when the Infinite Eclipse Pack came with a second, better proposal, everyone and his mother were burning with the desire to have Lucien agree to say yes to the latter pack instead.

The Silent Walkers Pack did not know much about what happened between Lucien Clearwater and Ronan Silverback seven years ago, but they knew that the two men used to be fated mates. Although Ronan Silverback rejected Lucien Clearwater, he was clearly still enamored with the latter. Else, why would he propose? This undisputed fact gave the Silent Walkers pack members a lot of hope.

Until Lucien wrote the rejection letter and Alice Clearwater sent it out on his behalf to the Infinite Eclipse Pack. There was no answer for the Night Prowler Pack yet. The Elders approached Alice with questions regarding Lucien's decision, but Alice merely told them that Lucien had already decided and the Silent Walkers Pack did not have the right to force him to do anything.

"That is very correct," an Elder said in a placating tone. "But then this still involves everyone in the Silent Walkers Pack. Should we not know what he is planning to do?"

"Naturally it is Lucien's prerogative to accept or reject any proposal. We just want to know what he plans to do. Everyone is harboring a lot of hope."

.....

"To be honest, I was hoping that he would accept Ronan Silverback's proposal. I cannot imagine having to bend my knee in front of the Night Prowler Pack."

"I believe Lucien would be a lot happier with Ronan Silverback. Despite the rejection, there is still a chance for reconciliation. The fated mate connection is sacred and blessed by the Moon Goddess herself..."

The last Elder who spoke shut up immediately when he saw the look on Alice's face.

A murmur of agreement went through the Elders who failed to notice.

Alice snorted in annoyance. She herself had to admit that the Night Prowler Pack was not her first choice at all. But then what did these Elders know about Lucien and Ronan? Not enough to claim that they were a better fit!

Lucien was packing up to leave for the South Bedford City when Alice entered his bedroom with a tray of tea and freshly baked almond cookies.

Lucien looked up and gave his mom a soft smile.

"Thanks, Mom."

"Hmmm. How was the night with Dad?"

"Good. Too bad you couldn't come."

Alice set the tray on a table and sat at the bedside.

"I promise to be there the next time."

They had not spent time together as a family for years.

Alice went to visit Gordon every week, but she never visited at the same time her children did. The reason was both simple and ridiculous. The couple tended to burst into tears when they met, and while Gordon opened up completely in front of Alice, he refused to do so in front of even his children.

If Alice had come with Annalynne and Lucien, Gordon would have forced himself to act like the strong dependable Alpha that he used to be instead of letting the loving father meet with the children he had not seen for a long time.

Lucien put the last piece of clothing into his luggage and shut it with a click. Then he turned around and sat next to his mother.

"What is it, Mom?"

Alice gave him an uneasy smile. She herself told everyone to never mention anything regarding the wedding proposals to Lucien and here she was, trying to talk about exactly the same thing.

No, no, no, she kept telling herself.

It was not the same. She merely wanted to know what Lucien wanted to do regarding the proposal from the Night Prowler Pack. A mother should know this. Should Lucien agree to marry Kinnon Youngshaper, Alice naturally had to be involved in the wedding planning.

"So..." Alice coughed a little. "Are you all set for your trip tomorrow?"

"Yes, Mom."

Lucien raised an eyebrow at Alice. Alice stared at her son for a while before she sighed and gave in. "Fine. Mom wants to ask you about the, uh, the proposal."

Lucien cracked a smile. "Which one?"

"Both."

Alice was the type of person who either did nothing or went all out. If she happened to step into a mud pond with one foot, she would enter with the second foot and enjoy the mudball war.

Lucien sighed.

Alice put an arm around her son's shoulder and pressed a kiss on his cheek.

"Mom is not forcing you to do anything. You know that. It's just that..."

Nervous laughter escaped the elder woman. "You two were very young back then. Mom thought that maybe this time, things would be different."

Lucien shook his head gently. He put his hand on top of Alice's and rubbed it fondly.

"Mom, he and I are over. I do not plan to stir the pot once again."

Alice's lips parted slightly but she quickly pressed them together. Lucien no longer wished to be associated with Ronan. That was the reason for the rejection. Although Ronan's heart was still burning with desire, Lucien's heart already cooled down. It was unfortunate, but it was unavoidable.

Then, only one more question was left. Alice swallowed hard. She could not help but lower her voice in a conspiratorial tone, "Then, are you going to say yes to Kinnon Youngshaper's proposal?"

"Not unless necessary, Mom. I have been assessing the pack's current condition. Maybe I can talk Kinnon into agreeing to let the pack off while we pay our debts bit by bit."

"Oh."

Alice was not sure that Kinnon Youngshaper would let himself be coerced into letting Lucien off the hook. Whatever the reason behind the proposal was, the look that Kinnon gave Lucien had always been warm and indulgent.

Alice would not be surprised if Kinnon proposed out of love. Her son was just too good-looking that two Alphas asked for his hand in marriage at the same time. If only Lucien were a girl. Sigh. Lucien kissed his mom on the cheek.

"Don't worry, Mom. Let me handle it. Even if I end up marrying Kinnon, it will not be the end of the world."

Alice gave her son a pitiful look. "Lulu, do you... Do you like Kinnon? Even a little bit?"

"I do not dislike him," Lucien pointed out. "That should be enough."

Alice cringed on the inside. That was not exactly the foundation for a strong, happy marriage. Nevertheless, she was unable to dissuade her son.

With four days left to answer the Night Prowler Pack, Lucien went back to South Bedford City. Both his colleagues and his students were delighted to see him back in the college the next morning.

The students were especially happy to see him because the renowned Annual Art Exhibition of the South Bedford City was drawing near and they were far from being done with their submissions.

The painters could not get the colors right and kept scrapping one work after another. The sculptors were lacking inspiration. Their works were neither brimming with life nor eye-catching. Lucien's teaching assistant, Hayley, was frantic day in and day out. Black circles surrounded her eyes, making her look like a panda. She literally burst into tears when she saw Lucien walking into the classroom.

"Praised be the Lord, Mr. Clearwater! You are finally here!!!" she exclaimed while rushing toward Lucien to take his bag off his shoulder. Strangers would think that she was just being a helpful little assistant. Those who were acquainted with them closely knew that Hayley was just holding Lucien's bag hostage.

Lucien flashed her a smile. "Why do you look so disheveled? Have you not had your morning coffee?"

Hayley tilted her head to Lucien's table where three tall coffee paper cups stood, two empty and one half-full. Lucien raised his eyebrow. "Aha."

"Mis... Mr. Clearwater..."

Lucien turned around and looked at the nervous young woman who stood in front of him with a box in her hands. Maya Greenwood had returned to the college as well. "How are you doing now, Ms. Greenwood?"

Maya burst into tears.

"Mr. Clearwater, I am so sorry for bothering you. Also... Also... I wonder if we can have lunch together today? I would love to treat you to a meal."

Lucien rubbed at his temple. He did not feel like eating anything. He still had to contact Kinnon and ask whether he could offer them something else beyond marriage...

"I... I brought a strawberry cream cheese layered cake for dessert!"

Never someone who could resist the temptation of desserts, Lucien simply had to agree to the young woman's request.

"How lovely," a cold voice commented from the side. "Can I also join you for lunch?"

Ronan Silverback crossed his arms and cut Lucien a scary smile. "I would love to have a piece of that cake."

The Alpha wore a baby blue shirt with white horizontal stripes that extended from top to bottom and a pair of beige pants. Together with the clear-rimmed glasses that he pushed up from his nose, he looked a lot like a handsome, mature college student. Only that he wasn't.

"Al...! I mean... yes, of course, Mr..." the flustered Maya Greenwood looked around her, afraid that someone heard her misspeech. "Mr. Silverback," she ended with a low voice.

"Why are you here?" Lucien asked with a frown. "You are not even one of the students."

Ronan flashed him an ID card. Lucien was speechless. Ronan Silverback actually managed to smuggle himself as an art student into the South Bedford Art College within days.

He extended his hand at Lucien with a playful smirk. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Clearwater."

Lucien squeezed Ronan's hand. "Don't you have better things to do, Mr. Silverback?"

Ronan's smile only grew brighter. "No, my biggest wish right now is to display my painting at the art exhibition."

Lucien scoffed. The Ronan Silverback that he knew back from the Alpha Camp never touched a painting brush in his whole life.

"Really. And have you decided what to draw?"

Ronan's eyelashes fluttered slightly, making him look like a shy man in love when he answered, "The person who I love."

Unbeknownst to Lucien, the whole class had been listening to their conversation. They quickly fell into a choir of "Ooooooohhh!!!" as they looked at Ronan with nothing short of admiration in their eyes. Only his first day at the art college and he was already distracting his students? How was that supposed to help with getting his students ready for the art exhibition???

Lucien was determined to kick this ruffian out of his class. And then a female student spoke up.

"Mr. Clearwater, I have decided on who to draw."

"Wonderful. Who?"

The female student blushed profusely as she blinked a few times at Ronan. "The person I love."

""

A male student raised his hand.

"Mr. Clearwater, I know what to sculpt now."

Lucien covered half of his face to prevent his exasperation from showing. "Great. Who to sculpt?"

He winked at Ronan while biting the handle of his sculpting knife. "The person I love."

44"

Ronan beamed like a prom king that he never was and never would be. "I am glad that my fellow students and I share the same inspiration. Good luck to all of us with the art exhibition!" Ronan's words received round applause from the whole class. The shameless Alpha turned to face the scowling Lucien. "Well then, Mr. Clearwater, please proceed with instructing the class."

Poor Maya lost her cake to Ronan. It sat on the table, bearing witness as Lucien was cornered against the wall by Ronan inside the empty classroom.

"What do you want?" Lucien shot him a glare.

"What do you think I want? I want to know why you rejected my proposal."

Lucien pushed Ronan away. "I never promised to marry you. Stop making demands as if you own me. I am a free person, Ronan."

Ronan licked his teeth while staring at Lucien. "Your pack is ruined. It is up for sale to the highest bidder. How was my offer inferior to Kinnon's?"

A crisp sound whipped through the air when Lucien landed a vicious slap across Ronan's cheek. The latter merely smirked in return.

Lucien narrowed his eyes at Ronan. "My pack lost the war but we are NOT for sale. I am NOT for sale. Watch your mouth, Ronan Silverback."

.....

Ronan tossed out cruel laughter before he pinned Lucien with a scorching glare. "You are marrying Kinnon Youngshaper to retain your pack's resources! How is that not selling yourself??? I don't give a shit what you call it. I just want to know why you pick Kinnon over me!"

It was not about Kinnon. It was about everyone else who Lucien let into his life while he kicked Ronan out ruthlessly without looking back. Hate glinted in Ronan's eyes.

He was the famous Alpha of the Infinite Eclipse Pack.

His whole life long he was surrounded by men and women alike who threw themselves at him without a single care. Some women who he bedded even asked him to give them his seed, to let them carry his babies. They did not even care about becoming his Luna. That was how desirable he was.

But then there was Lucien who not only was his fated mate, but also the person who kept rejecting him again and again. Ronan could not accept this humiliation. He was going to pry the answer from between Lucien's teeth if need be. Lucien, unfortunately, did not plan to enlighten Ronan anytime soon. He turned around and left the classroom without giving Ronan so much as a look.

"Wait...!!!"

Ronan shouted after Lucien angrily. The box with the strawberry cheesecake was still sitting on the desk inconspicuously. Ronan grabbed it and rushed out of the classroom to go after Lucien.

If he was not teaching, Lucien spent the majority of his time in his office, which was also his art studio. Three sides of the room were full of finished paintings with tags that contained information about the painting.

There were a few sculptures that lay around the room like silent, cold guardians. The fourth side of the room was a huge window that extended from top to bottom. At noon, the sun's rays came in and bathed the whole room in golden light.

Watched by the many cold clay, marble, and wooden sculptures, two men were intimately pressed against each other at the nearest wall. They gasped for breath like fishes out of the water while their bodies rolled gently together like sea waves hitting the beach. The atmosphere inside the room quickly became dubious as both men released their pheromones against each other. While the initial goal was to declare sovereignty, the scents ended up evoking completely different reactions from both men.

A strong scent of orange and honey tickled Ronan's nose. He buried his nose in the crook of Lucien's neck and inhaled a lungful of his intoxicating scent. The bitter undertaste was gone. It was sweet. So sweet. Ronan could not help but s**k at the side of Lucien's neck.

"You... stop right now," Lucien said, his voice trembling with a mix of unmistakable longing and desire. He told Ronan to stop, but his hands were snaking up Ronan's back, tracing the powerful curves of his body with the tips of his fingers. Ronan was unable to stop. He pulled Lucien into an intimate embrace and continued sucking at the man's neck.

"Why are you so sweet today? Lucien, your scent is driving me crazy."

Lucien had no answer for that. He was too confused by the strong salty sandalwood scent that invaded his nose.

He did not want to inhale it, but his body craved it.

His self-restraint quickly crumbled like a butter cookie under a hammer and he succumbed to Ronan Silverback's strong pheromones.

And then it hit him like a boulder. His rut! He was having his rut! By the looks of it, Ronan was also experiencing his rut!

The rutting period of two werewolves fell in sync after they mated with each other for the first time and fell out of sync when the couple separated.

Ronan and Lucien had their first time during the Alpha Camp, but then they underwent a seven-year separation. Ronan went on to have s****l intercourse with many other werewolves, so why were their rutting periods still in sync with each other??? Ronan did not try to hold back at all. His hands traveled all around Lucien's body, pinching and kneading any body part he could reach. His touches left burning spots on Lucien's skin, threatening to engulf him alive and burn him into a pile of ash. "No, let me go... No..."

Lucien's pleas turned into an unbridled moan when Ronan grabbed the twin mounds at his backside and pressed their lower regions together.

"Ah... mmm... ahh..."

Lucien's knees went weak as his body sagged against Ronan's. The latter pulled Lucien up and carried him to the nearest wall. Then he pushed the man against the wall and propped his b**t up. Not wanting to fall down, Lucien wrapped his legs around Ronan's waist automatically. He was at the end of his limit. Breathing hard against Ronan's shoulder, Lucien fought to maintain the last bit of sanity in his head. "Ronan, don't. We should not."

Ronan pressed a wet kiss on Ronan's lips and muttered heatedly, "Your lips say one thing but your body another. Which one is true?"

"My... lips... ahhh...!!!"

Ronan grabbed Lucien's m*****d through the fabric and squeezed it.

Lucien's scream was effectively muffled when Ronan's lips closed over his own.

"What's this? Your mouth says no but you are hard," Ronan chuckled and gave Lucien another squeeze.

“Ngh...”

Lucien clawed into Ronan's back. "God damn it, stop squeezing!"

Ronan carried Lucien to the desk and lowered him on top of it.

"You can also squeeze mine," Ronan said teasingly. He led one of Lucien's hands to touch between his own legs. Lucien widened his eyes when his hand was pressed against a certain erect organ.

It was huge. Bigger than what he remembered. How could he grow so much within seven years? Lucien had not discovered similar growth with his own, if anything.

Preposterous.

Lucien scoffed.

.....

He averted his gaze and withdrew his hand quickly as if he just touched a scalding pot containing boiling water and balled it into a fist.

"Don't avert your eyes. Take a look."

Ronan unzipped his pants and a long, thick p***s sprang free. Purple veins protruded from the dark red rod, looking more like a weapon of mass destruction than a s****l organ.

Lucien's eyes started burning. He turned away but his chin was quickly captured by Ronan again. They soon fell back into deep kissing.

Ronan's kissing skills advanced by leaps and bounds from the time he was eighteen years old. Lucien was seething inside. He should congratulate this player on the remarkable progress. The Ronan that Lucien knew was a clumsy alpha who never even held hands with a girl.

Even their first time was awkward.

But Lucien was happy during the short time they spent with each other in the Alpha Camp. He willingly gave his first time to Ronan, and he was glad to be Ronan's first as well.

"Hmm..."

Lucien's Adam's apple bobbed up and down in pleasure as he drowned more and more in Ronan's kisses. The latter plundered the inside of his mouth with vigor, pouring in it every inch of his ferocious passion for Lucien.

This possessiveness was new to Lucien.

Ronan used to be meek and compliant when he was in love.

When did he become tyrannical and forceful? When he became an Alpha? The thought caused Lucien to bite into Ronan's bottom lip resentfully. Ronan responded with another bite. He lowered Lucien to the desk and pressed his hands against Lucien's, intertwining their fingers intimately.

That one bite was Lucien's last act of resistance. His rut was clouding his brain in a lusty haze, as it did Ronan's.

"F**k," Ronan cursed under his breath after he broke the kiss. Both of them were panting hard after such intensive and long kisses.

"I never thought I would fall into a rut here and now. Lulu, let me f**k you, okay? We both need the release."

Lucien did not answer. He turned his expressionless face to the side but he did not say no. Encouraged by the absence of Lucien's usual protests, Ronan did not waste any time and got to work.

The Alpha unbuttoned Lucien's pants and stripped them off in an instant. He did not have enough patience to take off Lucien's underpants. They were ripped into two and tossed aside crudely. After he kicked off his own pants and underpants, he started to take off both of their shirts. Or better said ripped them off their bodies.

Lucien sucked in a deep breath when Ronan took hold of his p***s and gave it a squeeze. Fueled by a vengeful spirit, Lucien propped himself up from the desk and grabbed Ronan's none-too-gently. They stared at each other with eyes that were drunk on passion and lust, holding each other hostage with their hands.

Ronan gently massaged Lucien's p***s, going slowly from the base to the tip in an attempt to milk the man. Lucien gritted his teeth. He did the same to Ronan and elicit the same reaction from him. Their expressions probably reflected each other's. A look of great consternation coupled with an unrelenting urge to win this competition.

The one to submit to the pleasure first was the loser.

The last man standing was the winner. A competition that was only possible between two alpha males who were born and raised with only one thing nailed into their skulls: pride.

The pain was too great.

Ronan grabbed a handful of Lucien's hair and forced both of them to indulge in another sinful round of kisses. Lucien found himself rocking on the desk, moving against Ronan's hand in an upward thrusting motion.

The corner of Ronan's mouth ticked up when he noticed that Lucien was enjoying his touch. He expertly applied pressure using his thumb, drawing whimpers from the man he was kissing.

The sensitive glans was flicked a few times by Ronan until Lucien could not take it anymore. He was aching for sweet release. He started f*****g Ronan's hand savagely, climbing the peak of pleasure without a single ounce of care toward anything else. The p***s in Ronan's hand started to swell and then spewed out turbid liquid at Ronan's chest.

"Aaahhh... Ahhhhhh...!!!"

Lucien broke the kiss and arched his back. He released Ronan's p***s and supported himself with both arms at the desk to prevent himself from falling. His whole frame was trembling violently as his essence shot out violently. Without letting go of Lucien's p***s, Ronan calmly scooped the c*m off his chest and rubbed an index finger at Lucien's opening. The latter flushed in an instant.

"Wait, I am still...!!! Ahh...!!!"

Lucien's protests were drowned in moans when the single finger pushed into his moist tunnel, using his own cum as lubrication. The knot on Lucien's p***s was yet to subside, but he was already under attack by Ronan's ruthless finger.

"So tight," Ronan commented, but he was more than pleased to feel the man's inner muscles clamping on his finger like that. Either Lucien had not been active sexually, or he had been sleeping with men with tiny dicks.

The first finger was quickly joined by another. Together they were stabbing into Lucien's belly while he was still shooting cum from his knot. When Ronan pressed a third finger in, Lucien's eyes widened in terror.

"It will never fit!" he exclaimed, grabbing Ronan's wrist to stop him.

"It has to," Ronan growled. "My p***s is thicker than my three fingers together."