Cursed Lycan's Scarred Mate
Chapter 102: Drawn out pleasure [18+]

Chapter 102: Drawn out pleasure [18+]

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Vivian’s core clenched again at the sheer authority in Ronan’s tone.

She was never one who enjoyed submitting to Alphas or being dominated by them, but when a beastly Alpha like Ronan Wolfsbane spoke commandingly, it automatically urged her to obey.

But of course, there was still the streak of rebellion from her end that would be thrilling as well.

"Please, my Lord," Vivian begged fervently, wrapping her legs tighter around his waist than before. "Please...it’s aching so much for your hand." Vivian hissed in discomfort, desperate to feel Ronan’s long and thick fingers bruising the pleasure spot inside her.

Why was he torturing her like this?

"Where do you want my hand, little Wolf?" Ronan rasped, deliberately dragging out the moment of her pleasure, determined to make her beg for where she wanted him.

"That’s embarrassing!" Vivian exclaimed, gripping onto his shoulders firmly, her fingers digging into his shoulder blades. "I can’t say it." A tear rolled down her cheek from the agony, threatening to overflow when the throbbing became overwhelming for her to control.

Ronan grinned unapologetically, licking away the teardroplet as it rolled down her cheek. As much as he enjoyed edging Vivian on, watching her squirm and writhe for him, he didn’t wish for her to shed tears, unless she was crying and screaming for more.

The bridge of Ronan’s nose slowly brushed along Vivian’s jaw, leaving a long, soft kiss just below her ear as he took hold of the top of her underwear.

In the next instant, he ripped them off without hesitation or regret.

Vivian gasped in surprise, watching him shamelessly toss the tattered material to a corner of the chambers where it would be forgotten. She felt the icy night air rustle through her wet folds, making her suck in a sharp breath.

It wasn’t long before Ronan roughly shoved two fingers into her wetness. Her folds were so slick and oozing enough that his fingers slid right through into the depths of her core without any resistance.

A long, breathy moan released from Vivian when Ronan’s fingers made contact with her core, slowly exploring every inch and part of her. When his fingers found her little bundle of nerves, a tremble shot through her back, making her head drop back against the door.

Ronan slowly pushed his two fingers further, forcing Vivian to buck her hips at the delicious stretch. At first, he didn’t move his fingers much and her hips continuously bucked against his hand to receive any sort of relief. He finally leaned down to her ear, his other hand tightening on her waist almost painfully.

"Buck your hips once more and I won’t allow you to come. At all." He growled out the warning in a husky breath, but Vivian was determined to disobey him.

The Lycan Alpha was in full control of her pleasure.

His command instantly made Vivian go still, although she thought she could disobey, or at least until he began his brutal pace.

Ronan angled his hand to thrust upwards, brushing past but never quite touching that one aching spot that would make Vivian unravel completely. She tried her best to remain still, biting her lip.

When Ronan noticed she was muffling her moans by biting her lip, he suddenly ground the palm of his hand against her swollen bundle of nerves, making Vivian nearly choke on her breath from the explicit pleasure.

She arched her head back against the door again, nails digging into his bare biceps while his fingers worked on setting a brutal pace to repeatedly abuse the sweet pleasure spot inside her. She couldn’t describe the raw feeling of his calloused fingers grazing against her melting walls and the way the tips of his fingers rubbed her in all the deliciously right ways.

"You love that, don’t you?" Ronan groaned in her ear, bucking his hips in time with his fingers, assaulting her in the way she needed. He could feel her core oozing with slick, soaking his entire hand until it was warm and sticky. "You’re so tight for me, princess, even though I was just inside you this morning."

Vivian was much too delirious from mind-blowing pleasure to understand any words coming from him coherently. She fought hard to ensure that her legs remained wrapped around his waist, reminding herself not to loosen her latch on him every second that his fingers plunged into her wetness and sent sparks flying through her veins.

Ronan relished in the way she became a scattered and incoherent bundle of mess and it only made his member strain harder against his trousers. However, this moment was all about Vivian and what she needed from him.

And he was more than satisfied with the way she reacted to him.

That was all he needed.

"Good girl, you’re taking my fingers so well." Ronan complimented, his hand entangling in her damp hair as his mouth found hers in a demanding, devouring kiss.

A shiver ran through Vivian at his praise.

With each thrust from his fingers, she found herself using her legs to pull him closer, bucking into his fingers and demanding they explore deeper. She barely could have maintained her mass in the air against the wall if not for Ronan’s sturdy body keeping her hoisted up so strongly.

Even if her knees buckled in submission to the pleasure, no doubt she would be safe from falling.

Vivian was a complete mess already, mentally begging Ronan to allow her to come undone, but she knew he wouldn’t grant her pleas so easily.

She asked for this.

And he would deliver.

When Vivian was just moments away from falling apart and coming crashing down in waves, Ronan’s fingers ceased inside her and he kissed her hard to muffle her protests.

"I need you to count how many times you come close, little wolf," Ronan said, his voice thick with arousal. "Can you be a good girl and do that for me?" He asked as he slowly lowered her onto her feet, ensuring to hold her hips so that she didn’t sway and lose balance before dropping to his knees.

Vivian nodded, gazing down at him through half-lidded eyes and trying her best to clear the fuzz from her brain enough to remember to count.

’One,’

Ronan spread her legs as he kneeled before her, grabbing her left leg and hoisting it over his shoulder to prevent her from closing her legs.

Vivian was barely able to prepare herself before his lips captured her aching bundle of nerves, making her roll her head back again. She nearly lost her footing if it wasn’t for the fact that the Lycan Alpha held onto her leg over his shoulder and her back being pressed against the door.

Her knees would have given out.

But it was far from over.

Ronan’s tongue drew slow circles around her bundle of nerves, forcing out breathy pants from Vivian. And out of nowhere, without warning, his tongue slipped inside her sweet wetness, making her legs quiver and her breath shudder.

"You’re always so delicious down here, little wolf," his deep, aroused voice sent sparking vibrations through her core and his direct eye contact made her all the more susceptible to his will. "I must have a taste of you every morning to start the day."

Oh, she would definitely enjoy and love that.

No protests on her part.

Who was she to refuse if her Alpha wanted to eat her out to his heart’s content?

Like any omega, she was a slave to the pleasure her Alpha rewarded her with.

Ronan’s tongue didn’t quite reach as far and deeply as his fingers could, but the warm, wet feeling made Vivian see stars. Again, as she was on the edge and her body started to tremble, her hand grabbing handfuls of his hair and pulling slightly, Ronan pulled his head back.

Vivian whined loudly, her body shaking from another denied release.

’Two,’ she counted again.

Ronan gently lowered her leg and stood up again, taking Vivian by the shoulders and turning her around to face the door. She groaned when she realised she wouldn’t be able to see his face or touch him, but fell silent and closed her eyes when he breathed against the back of her neck.

"How many, sweetheart?" He asked, his lips brushing and grazing over her skin.

"Two," Vivian managed to choke out.

"Good girl," he praised and pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder. "Keep counting and don’t worry, I’m right here."