Cursed Lycan's Scarred Mate
Chapter 100: Pleasure from the princess [semi 18+]

Chapter 100: Pleasure from the princess [semi 18+]

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Twice in one day.

Vivian had never once desired an Alpha, nor could she tolerate being bedded by them for more than five minutes.

Yet with Ronan, that was not the case.

Her body had been moulded for him so well already, even though they had just mated that morning. She could feel every fiery nerve and every lonely inch of her body aching for him in every possible way.

Vivian’s body, although devoid of her inner wolf’s instances, craved intimacy with Ronan and his Lycan half.

Her body lusted for pleasure more than it had ever before.

As usual, Ronan spoke so shamelessly and lewdly that she couldn’t even come up with a witty retort. This time, she wanted the one to tease him and make him feel flustered, but how did one make a man as dashing and dominating as Ronan Wolfsbane embarrassed?

Vivian didn’t have much of an opportunity to speak since Ronan’s lips were practically everywhere at once. His lips left a trace of fire in its wake on her neck, her exposed shoulders, and her collarbones. She absolutely loved the way his kisses seemed to burn into her skin, a pleasurable kind of burn that extinguished the fire of the Wickan symbols on her body.

Each hungry touch of Ronan’s lips drew breathy gasps from Vivian’s mouth. It was a simple and soft action but it was enough to awaken her dormant Omega instincts and induce a state of arousal.

When he finally lifted his head, leaving Vivian wishing for more, she met his desire-filled eyes with a sultry gaze. Her chest heaved steadily and her lips parted.

"What’s wrong, princess?" Ronan questioned with a smug smile, his voice huskier than usual. "Can’t think straight? You were the one who looked at me like you were begging for it." His eyes flashed with a mix of amber and red, signifying the joint appearance of him and his Lycan half.

They were one and the same again.

It seemed that the only time the two convened with each other was when it involved giving her mind-blowing pleasure that would forever be etched into her mind.

"No!" Vivian protested shyly, shaking her head. "I didn’t-"

Ronan cut off her breathy rant by pressing his lips to hers again.

Vivian grabbed onto the collar of his shirt, drawing her as close as he possibly could against himself. He didn’t shy away from expressing his desperation in wanting her pressed up against him, her soft and sweet body to be moulded into his.

Vivian’s heart raced and her breath came in short pants between his hungry, rough kisses. Ronan disconnected their lips for a moment, dragging his warm wet tongue along her bottom lip all the while maintaining lustful eye contact with her before kissing her again, his tongue slowly parting Vivian’s lips and making its way into her mouth.

Vivian moaned softly at the familiar feeling, her body heating up from Ronan’s intoxicating contact. He pressed into her further, and Vivian felt the door give slightly underneath the added pressure. She gently placed her hand on Ronan’s hard chest, and he immediately understood the implication to pull away.

"Are you alright, princess? Ronan asked softly, his thumb brushing over her cheek. "Do you want me to stop? You know you have full control here, don’t you?"

Vivian knew very well that she was at free reign to accept or reject any of his advances, but rejection was the furthest thing from her mind.

"I’m fine," Vivian replied with a reassuring smile. "We didn’t close the door properly so I didn’t want to accidentally break through it and fall into the hallway while you’re..." The last of her words went unspoken when a blush crept onto her cheeks.

Ronan smirked knowingly, reaching his hand around her to latch the door and bending down to whisper in her ear.

"Well, well, well now, I don’t mind putting on a show for anyone walking by but I’d kill them the moment they lay their unwanted gaze on your beautiful nakedness," Ronan murmured darkly, playfully biting the shell of Vivian’s ear to earn a sweet groan.

Without any warning, Vivian crashed her lips onto Ronan’s, effectively switching their positions and backing him up, only stopping once his back was pressed against the door. She pulled the threads on his tunic loose, using it to draw him closer.

Then she threw the threads to the side, forgetting their existence in an instant. Moving her kisses down to his cheek, standing on the tips of her toes as she struggled to reach him, Ronan chuckled. He wrapped an arm around her waist to assist her, feeling her soft and tender lips dance demandingly across his jawline.

Surprised by Vivian’s sudden desire to take initiative, Ronan’s eyes widened. Vivian didn’t shy away from handling him roughly, taking control of him in the way she desired. And normally, the Lycan Alpha wouldn’t allow anyone to dare reign over him, even if it was his mate, yet Vivian as his mate seemed to be a special case.

Vivian’s hand slowly trailed its way up into the thick, coarse hair, her fingers tangling in the soft curly strands and gently pulling on them to get him to arch his head back. Ronan complied, finding that she forced him to bare his neck and throat to her and a groan emanated from his throat as his sun-kissed skin was exposed.

Vivian started pressing soft kisses to his throat, paying special attention to the supple skin right below his jaw.

As she preoccupied herself with the task, Vivian’s free hand travelled its way to the bottom of Ronan’s undershirt, slowly tugging at it to untuck it from his trousers. Once accomplished, she shifted her hand underneath the shirt, softly pressing her fingers to his iron-toned abdomen.

Vivian could feel the way the Lycan Alpha swallowed against her mouth, making her lips hook into a pleased smirk against his skin. He could feel the heat of her hand and how it made him suck in a sharp breath, causing his abdomen to slightly cave in from the strained breath.

Vivian liked the way he responded to her just as eagerly as she did to him, her fingers tracing the ridges of his rock-hard abs and chest, his skin almost feverish underneath her fingertips. Her hand gradually made its way down to his belt buckle and as soon as she touched it, Ronan grunted against her lips.

It was such a deep and guttural intoxicating sound that Vivian didn’t know she could have desired to hear more of it.

His member hardened painfully and rose to a throbbing bulge restrained behind his trousers.

Why was Vivian the one granting him such unbound pleasure? Shouldn’t it have been the other way around?

"Are you enjoying this? Is your princess doing a good job?" Vivian cooed, still pressing kisses to his neck.

"A very good job, princess," Ronan groaned, his throat vibrating against her lips as she spoke.

Vivian’s lips didn’t just drag across the skin on his neck; her teeth left dark bites in their wake and Ronan fought against every need to pin her to the door and have his way with her. Vivian ended her marking assault with a gentle kiss to his cheek before sensually lowering herself to her knees just when she had taken hold of his belt.

Ronan immediately pulled her back to her feet and she gave him a confused look.

"Did I do something wrong?" Vivian asked, afraid that she may have overstepped her bounds.

With Dane and previous Alphas, she was forced to be diligent and mindful of what they desired and what they abhorred. On many occasions, she incurred their wrath for assuming what pleasures they would have enjoyed from her and now that she’d become too lax with Ronan, she didn’t consider that she was being too audacious and doing as she pleased.

Ronan, on the other hand, noticed that Vivian had an awful habit of putting her needs secondary to his. Even in the morning when they mated, she seemed very determined to ensure that she was the first to please and seduce him in a satisfactory way.

While he enjoyed her initiatives, he needed her to understand that an omega’s pleasure was the priority in a mated relationship. It was his duty; rather, more than duty, it was what he wanted. Ronan wanted to bring her to the heightened peaks of pleasure without her feeling the obligated need to return the favour.

"Not at all, princess," Ronan said, bringing her wrist to his lips to kiss it. "As much as I enjoy that you want to please me, that is not your purpose and role here. I want you to understand that pleasure between us does not imply that you need to serve me."

Vivian’s eyes expanded with realisation in surprise.

How did he know that she was trying to seduce him and serve him like an Omega should submit in servitude to their Alpha?

Was she such an easy and open book to read?