Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife

Chapter 339: Reluctant to go

Chapter 339: Reluctant to goA ray of sunlight fell across Lucian’s face. Sunlight didn’t filter into the windows of his penthouse in the skyscraper because the curtains were always drawn, so for a moment, he wasn’t sure where he was or why he was feeling so damn good and happy.

He opened one eye, saw the room decor, and smelled the rose petals, suddenly remembering why he should be feeling like the king of the world today. His wife had remembered their life together, and they’d had a wonderful night together. She had agreed to go back with him—well, she hadn’t said it with her words, but her body and kiss had given him the answers he needed.

Wearing only a happy smile, he rolled to his other side, eager to pull her sweet body against his for another round of lovemaking before they would go and meet their son, who he was eager to tell and hold as a father, and try to make up for all the time he had not been there for him. But then...

The other side of the bed was empty!

Alarmed, he threw off the sheet and flung himself off the bed in such a hurry that he almost fell face-first. He called her name, but it echoed off the walls of the empty house. He stumbled to the large open window on the left side of the bed. He moved aside the soft, sheer curtains and

Against his lips, she murmured, "Would you mind if I—"

He didn’t let her finish because he understood what she meant. "No, not at all. Do whatever you want."

Her hand disappeared beneath her skirt, which was bunched around her waist. When her fingertips brushed him, he moaned. When her hand cupped his testicles, he muttered a mix of surprised curses. And when she lifted his cock out of his pants, he kissed her hard.

She guided it into her body and took all of it, slowly sheathing every hard inch.

Lucian nudged the ground with his heel, and the swing moved forward, driving him even higher into her. The pleasure was immense. Then the swing arced back, and Ave was pressed down on him. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close.

"Don’t let me hurt you, my love," he whispered.

"It doesn’t hurt. But I can feel more of you than usual."

"I’m in deeper."

"Yes..." she moaned.

The swing continued to rock. Each time it started to slow down or stop altogether, Lucian would give them a gentle push. He was ready to come before she was, but he held back. Dipping his head low, he whisked his tongue across her nipple, then rapidly fanned it until he felt her body begin to close around his like a velvet fist.

She gave a series of choppy, breathy cries as her body milked from his a long climax.

They clung to each other, damp with sweat and sticky with lovemaking and plum juice. After a slumberous time, he raised his head and gazed into her face. He brushed damp tendrils of hair off her cheeks.

"I woke up this morning," he began softly, "and before I even realized where I was, I wondered why I felt so good and happy. I still can’t believe you are back." He kissed her forehead.

She smiled, a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. "I feel good, too, but..."

Her "but" made his smile begin to slowly fall as he noticed something in her expression. He cupped her face and made her look at him.

"You will go back to Pendragon with me, won’t you?" he asked, holding his breath. That was the only thing that mattered to him. When she hesitated, his breath caught in his lungs, and his chest tightened.

"Why?" he asked, his voice that had been filled with happiness a moment ago beginning to waver.

"I didn’t say I won’t go, but..."

"But what, my love? What are you so afraid of that would make you hesitate?" he groaned in hurt frustration.

She looked past him, her eyes slowly filling with tears, and her lips trembled as she spoke, "Ian... our son. We can’t go back with him. If I go back with you, time will continue with me still pregnant—he won’t be there. And what if I give birth to a child that’s not him, and what if..." She couldn’t finish her words as she began to cry and dropped her head against his chest.

She wanted to go back with Lucian because now that she had her memories, she could not imagine her life here without him. But what she could not think about was parting with her son. She had watched him grow into who he was now, and apart from the fact that she feared she might not have him again, she remembered that her first son would carry her husband’s curse.

She could live with that because she knew that with Lucian and her, they would help their child overcome many things Lucian had no one to help him with. She knew more about her powers, and she could help him every full moon, but what she was finding hard to do was part with Ian.

Would he still be the same if she gave birth to him again in Pendragon? Or would she give birth to another child that wasn’t him?

Lucian held her to him without saying anything because he was also at a loss. Before he came here, Rylan had told him that the Goddess had laid a curse—that if Ave were to return, their first child would be cursed like him. He knew about that, but then what he had also learned from his life was that a curse could be a blessing in some cases if one accepted it.

His curse had saved him in many ways. He’d made peace with his beast and accepted him as himself, and he’d been granted fast healing that he’d taken for granted—until now, in this mere human body, where even a little hit hurt. If his son was cursed like him, he would train him to not fight it and become one with it, and when he suffered under the red moon, his mother would always be there to help.

With both of them there, their son would not suffer as Lucian had. But at the same time, he couldn’t help but fall into despair at the thought that if they let Ian go now, he might never come back to them again. He had liked that boy even before knowing he was his son.

But then, as he thought about it, he realized there was no way Ian wouldn’t return to them. He would still be the same child growing in her womb in Pendragon.

"I can’t leave my son... and I can’t lose you as well," she cried quietly in his arms.

"Aveline?" he whispered, tilting her chin up so she would look at him. When her teary blue eyes met his, he said, "Nothing will change about your pregnancy. You will still have the same son—you’ll just have to bring him up all over again. Ian will always be ours. And from what I’ve noticed, he struggles to fit into this time. His soul belongs in Pendragon. He likes the name even without knowing he was meant to be there. Our son will still be ours, but this time, I will be in his life as he grows. We will be a family."

Though his words brought some peace to her restless mind, she still couldn’t shake the feeling that she was abandoning her son. Any mother in her place would feel the same, and that was what broke her heart the most—the fact that she would have to say goodbye to him here.

"Can we spend some more days with him here?" she asked hopefully.

Lucian’s eyes delved into hers as a bitter smile graced his lips. "That will be prolonging the inevitable. The more you spend here, the more we prolong the time we are to expect having him in Pendragon."

Her lips trembled uncontrollably as she hiccupped. "Then can we at least be with him for the whole of today? I need to apologize to him for so many things and make it up to him. He needs to know that he has a father and you are him. Lucian, I don’t think I will ever forgive myself if we return to Pendragon and I don’t have Ian again..."

Lucian’s arms tightened around her, and he stroked her hair while he fought his own emotions. He might not have known Ian for as long as his wife did, but his heart was dreading going back without him and then having another baby instead of him.

"That won’t happen. We will have Ian again..." he assured with false certainty just so she would stop crying. She believed him and wiped her tears, and he felt bad because he was not certain.

On a catchy little breath, she said, "We should go and spend the rest of the day with him." She softly kissed his lips before getting down from his lap and the swing and rearranging her skirt. She ran back into the house to get ready, and Lucian watched her retreating back with a lump raising in his throat.

He had never thought anything would make it hard for him to go back to Pendragon, but now he had a son he wasn’t certain would come again to them in Pendragon.