Cursed Lycan's Scarred Mate
Chapter 103: Lesson Learnt [18+]

Chapter 103: Lesson Learnt [18+]

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Vivian didn’t quite understand what she was getting herself into when she demanded Ronan be rough with her.

The Lycan Alpha sought her confirmation before he began the whole torturous affair and she was quite adamant that she wanted to experience his beastly side.

However, could she actually handle the Lycan Alpha’s roughness?

There wasn’t much of an opportunity for her mind to question further since Ronan squeezed both her thighs before his fingers dipped into her core for the second time.

Vivian pressed her forehead to the door, her lips parted as she panted for dear life and the only thing keeping her grounded upright was Ronan’s large and strong hand on her hip.

She silently begged for him to allow her to turn around and see him directly, but Ronan was not sweet enough to oblige in the moment. As his right hand occupied itself with thoroughly pleasuring her, his left hand slowly dragged up her spine, making her quiver, before his hand delved into the thick locks of her silvery white hair.

Gently, he grabbed a handful of locks at the roots and slowly tugged on them to make her head arch back. Then he nudged her head to the side with the bridge of his nose, teeth latching onto the supple skin just above her shoulder.

Vivian released a sweet cry, his teeth sending sparks throughout her body in tandem with his expert fingers working her core without mercy. Ronan bit and sucked on the skin until he deemed himself satisfied with the deep purple mark he designed onto her skin before moving over to the nape of her neck, continuing the same torture.

This was what it meant to be under the dark pleasure of a Lycan Alpha.

Vivian could feel the wild and heated pheromones releasing from him and the way they wound around her body and mind, beckoning her to his will.

Certainly, Ronan would grant her what she wished and desired for, but he made it quite clear that he would do it on his terms.

Essentially, he allowed her control, but only if he commanded it.

A true Lycan Alpha’s nature.

Ronan’s antics had Vivian’s chest heaving against the cold metal of the designs on the door, her fingers gripping onto them for dear life and trying to gather any sense of realist she could find in the depths of her clouded mind.

Vivian’s core clenched tightly around Ronan’s fingers as she drew closer to her blank high, her legs trembling under the force of his fingers, but once again, right before she came crashing down to her desired release, Ronan abruptly extracted his fingers.

Her knees buckled underneath her and if it wasn’t for his supportive hands on her wait, she reckoned she would have crumbled into a mess on the floor in an instant.

Ronan was teaching her what it meant to be his omega.

How dangerous it was if she urged and edged him to have his way with her without restraint.

However, in the same breath, Ronan awakened a dormant feline curiosity within Vivian.

As torturous as the pleasure was and as badly as she ached for her release, a reckless part of her was stubborn enough that she wanted to cross the boundaries and test the extent of the Lycan Alpha’s limits.

How far could she edge him until he lost every ounce of control and dominated her completely?

’Crazy little wolf,’ Ronan’s Lycan remarked in their shared mind. ’She doesn’t know what she’s getting into. Don’t you dare hurt her, Ronan. I’ll eat you alive from the inside if you do.’ The Lycan issued a grave warning that held a dark pledge.

’I would never hurt her,’

Coming to an agreement, the two settled it peacefully.

"How many, sweetheart?" Ronan asked, not forgetting about his little request for her to count how many times she would come close to her desired release but be denied.

"I...three," Vivian gasped out, her mind whirling on the edge as the heat and blood rushed to her brain.

Again, Ronan turned her around, hoisting her up against the door once more and prompting her to wrap her legs around his waist. Without any warning, he plunged his fingers back into her core, drawing a shuddering cry from Vivian’s mouth as his thumb mercilessly abused her bundle of nerves.

She cried out again from the overwhelming pleasure, a string of curses leaving her mouth one after the other.

"Didn’t know my innocent-looking princess could have such a dirty mouth," Ronan rumbled, his brows taut with concentration as he smirked. "I may have to discipline you for cursing with that pretty little mouth."

Before Vivian could get out a single word, Ronan’s fingers curled in the perfect angle, striking that one spot that had Vivian moaning and screaming his name like a sinful prayer and as if it were the only thing she knew to say.

His name on her lips made all the more difference in the pace of his fingers.

"That’s right, sweetheart," Ronan crooned gruffly in her ear. "My name is the only thing that should be coming out of that mouth."

"Yes, my Lord..." Vivian answered weakly, boneless and panting.

And as soon as Ronan gauged the reaction he craved, he targeted her pleasure spot again, thrusting his fingers against it repeatedly, over and over until Vivian was practically writhing against the wall. For the fourth time, he removed his fingers right when she was on the edge, and a needy sob escaped Vivian.

"How many?" Ronan asked more insistently this time.

"Please, I-" Vivian began to beg but Ronan cut her off curtly.

"How many?" His voice dropped and his soft demeanour disappeared just as quickly.

"Four."

"Good girl," Ronan praised, caressing her cheek. "Just a few more, princess."

Before Vivian could even protest or beg for mercy, Ronan’s fingers returned in an instant to right back where they were before, the number of digits increasing from two to three, giving her a more delicious stretch than before. She cried out, tightening around him as tightly as she could to try and slow his pace.

"Still so tight for me, princess, aren’t you?" Ronan chuckled darkly. "You’re doing such a good job."

Was she? Was she really doing a good job?

Ronan’s praise did little to soothe and alleviate the pressure of no release from Vivian. Before, his sweet praises usually got her to relax completely, but now it simply drew her more on the edge.

Why did she demand for him to be rough in the first place?

Why did her curiosity get the better of her?

Lesson well learnt.

Don’t test the limits of a Lycan Alpha.

"Fuck, please..." Vivian swore, letting out another involuntary curse regardless of what Ronan said earlier.

Would he grant her mercy?

Would he give her the aching release her body needed like a vice?

Ronan’s gaze hardened and his free hand snaked up Vivian’s throat without too much pressure, squeezing just enough to make her light-headed.

"Do you really want me to stop, princess?" He questioned in a mirthless tone, nipping at her jaw. "Then you need to beg me for your freedom."

As Ronan spoke, his pace seemed to speed up. His fingers were abusing the most delicate parts of Vivian and even though she loved every bit of it, she wasn’t quite sure she could handle the intensity any longer. She grabbed his biceps, digging her nails into the hard muscle to try and ground herself, but her efforts were in vain.

Vivian had hoped that he would be merciful enough and let her break when again he ripped her release away from her punishingly, leaving her sobbing and shaking against him. She felt his fingers gently run up her sticky and moistened thighs, but right before they resumed their torture, she grabbed his wrist.

"No, please, my Lord," Vivian begged sweetly in between sobs. She couldn’t manage another round of torture. She desperately needed her release before it ruined her completely.

"Please what, princess?" Ronan prompted, allowing her some leeway. "Ask for what you want."

"Please, my lord," She pleaded again, her grip on his wrist falling loose. "Please let me come. Please...I want to come so much."