Cursed Lycan's Scarred Mate
Chapter 101: I want you to be rough [18+]

Chapter 101: I want you to be rough [18+]

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Vivian didn’t argue any further with Ronan. Instead, she resigned her mind and body to whatever pleasures the Lycan Alpha had in store for her. And he was absolutely right.

Any intimacy or sexual acts that occurred between them shouldn’t have been out of servitude to each other, but rather because of their desires.

Ronan Wolfsbane was not like other Alphas, nor would he ever be.

"Do I make myself clear, little wolf?" Ronan’s eyes flashed more intensely as he gripped Vivian’s chin, forcing her to look up at him. "You do not serve me. You belong to me as my mate to possess and that is the difference."

His mate to possess.

Ronan’s charming words and sensual voice always did wondrous things to Vivian.

It was enough to make heat pool in the pit of her stomach and press her thighs tightly together in delight.

And Ronan could very well scent her heedy and honeyed arousal, as well as the pheromones her body released that warped around his mind and beckoned him to her.

"Yes," Vivian murmured, licking her lips invitingly. "I understand, my Lord."

My Lord.

"What a little vixen," Ronan remarked with a groan, his eyes darkening with lust. "Keep saying that and I won’t be able to hold back."

Vivian wrapped her arms around his neck, deliberately pressing her bosom against his hard chest. He could feel the hardening buds of her breasts graze against his shirt since her nightgown was rather thin and silky, making it more alluring that he could feel the suppleness of her body so easily.

"I want you to be rough," she whispered in a sultry voice, sensually dragging her tongue over the shell of his ear and making him hiss, his jaw going taut. "I want to see how far you can go in punishing me when I become bad, my Lord."

Vivian herself didn’t understand what spurred on her sudden desire and decision to reflect a bratty attitude with Ronan. As far as she was concerned with herself, she was never audacious enough to experiment with an Alpha’s temperament or their level of restraint.

She never spoke so boldly either, but with Ronan she was overcome with a feline curiosity to irk him as much as possible and be punished in bed in any way he deemed fit.

"Whatever princess wants, princess will get." Ronan rumbled in her ear and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, bending down to connect his lips with hers again.

If Vivian wanted to experience the beast in him, who was he to refuse? He now trusted himself enough not to harm her.

His Lycan wouldn’t dare.

The kiss between them this time was filled with aching desperation and passion; the both of them were completely content in the moment with the simple connection of their lips, too starved and hungry for the taste of each other to care to proceed further.

Vivian felt Ronan’s hand perch on her hip, coming to rest there. He began drawing random patterns on her hipbone with his thumb, and Vivian felt the tension there alleviate from her body. When Ronan broke contact with the kiss, he pulled away and peppered her with kisses to her cheeks, eyelids, and nose, everywhere and anywhere he could reach.

The sweetness made Vivian giggle.

"Your giggles are cute and tempting, princess." Ronan husked out and Vivian felt his foot slide between hers with agonising slowness, spreading them apart.

Then, she felt the hand that was on her hip migrating south as it willed. Her body seemed to freeze in anticipation, awaiting his touch, his kiss—anything.

Anything that would get rid of the tension coiled up in the pit of her stomach like a snake poised to strike.

Ronan captured her lips in another hot, demanding kiss when his hand reached all the way to her inner thigh, his thumb imprinting on the junction where Vivian’s thigh and hipbone were joined.

The unusual touch set sparks off Vivian’s body, pleasurable shivers running up her spine. She titled her head back and groaned, desiring and wishing so much that Ronan would roughly push her up against the door and make her scream his name until the entire estate of Sabre Coven could hear her.

However, she knew she had to be patient and savour every bit of what Ronan rewarded her with.

The Lycan Alpha’s thumb kept gently rubbing and pressing over the junction on Vivian’s thigh, tracing small circles. He started to leave a trail of possessive and rough bites on her neck, abusing the skin with his tongue and teeth, travelling down to her collarbones, each new bite followed by his tongue soothing the little irritated patch of skin.

Ronan’s large, calloused hand snaked up her throat in a claiming, owning grip that wasn’t too harsh or tight, but just enough to declare that she belonged to him. Vivian swallowed against his grip, her head automatically arching back for him as his teeth continued to leave fresh bites next to the ones he left in the morning.

Vivian was a panting and moaning mess, her knees giving away from how much her body went limp under his touch.

He was devouring her in every way possible.

And in an attempt to ground herself from the cloud of bliss she was floating on, Vivian started unbuttoning Ronan’s undershirt after he shucked off his tunic, wanting to feel his skin on hers. She managed to slop the undershirt off his broad shoulders, abandoning all sense of decorum and gentleness as she raked her nails down his strong biceps, drawing a grunt from him.

Vivian felt his body react with a subtle shiver, goosebumps pebbling his skin.

As a response to her wild feline touch, Ronan gripped the undersides of her thighs in one strong haul, hoisting her up against the door. Vivian instinctively wrapped her legs around his sturdy waist, crossing them behind him.

Ronan didn’t cease from sucking and biting her neck, eliciting a stray moan her whimper out of Vivian whenever he found a particular soft spot or bit harder than before. She held onto his shoulders, both to stay up and to remain grounded.

Ronan’s hand started hiking up her revealing nightgown, the night’s cold air breezing over the embarrassingly wet patch of her underwear. His iron body was enough to keep her hoisted up and pressed against the door; thus his hand left her hip and moved slowly to trace along the top of her underwear.

"Now look who’s soaking wet for me," Ronan teased, his lips brushing over the inside of her ear. "So wet and sweet I could devour it all day."

Vivian resisted the urge to scream because Ronan’s soft touches on all the spots besides the ones she desired the most were extremely torturous.

Slowly, his hand withdrew and travelled to feel along the wet patch down below, and Vivian moaned out loud at the sudden contact to her weak spot. Her dripping wet core clenched as Ronan licked a stripe up her throat before pulling away slightly to savour the sight of her flushed appearance.

"You’re even more dripping wet for me now, princess. Am I taking too long?" Ronan asked cockily, pressing harder against her underwear. She whimpered, nodding her head.

"Words, sweetheart." Ronan grinned. "Use your words."

"Yes..." Vivian practically begged. In all her life, she never would have imagined that she would be begging so shamelessly for an Alpha to take her hard. "You’re taking too long. Please, I... I want you so bad." She confessed, her words coming out with breathy pants.

"Don’t worry, princess. We’ll get to that soon," Ronan promised. "For now, you just need to focus on relaxing and letting me pamper you," he whispered right next to her ear again, his teeth grazing the outside of her ear as he spoke, making her shiver.

How was she supposed to relax when he was taking his damn sweet time?

Ronan hooked the top of Vivian’s underwear with his finger, slipping his fingers past it and gradually touching further and further down, but never descending exactly where she needed him most.

Vivian moaned and she could practically feel him smirk devilishly as he watched her squirm with delight and exasperation from his deliberately out of bounds touches.

"Where do you want me to touch you, princess?" Ronan breathed hotly into her ear. "Where do you need me most? Beg for it and I may just reward you."