Cursed Lycan's Scarred Mate
Chapter 104: Finally Sweet release [18+]

Chapter 104: Finally Sweet release [18+]

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After edging Vivian through a continuous cycle of near-climax moments that never quite reached the release she needed, Ronan decided to end her agony. As cruel as it might have sounded, he needed her to understand that it was never wise for her to demand him to be rough.

Because the fact remained that the Lycan Alpha still didn’t quite trust himself around her.

No amount of promises would successfully restrain the beast inside him, even if he pledged to never hurt her.

And when Vivian begged him for release, his hand immediately left her body, reaching up to cup her face. Ronan’s expression was overcast with worry and concern as he brushed her messy, damp hair out of her face and scanned her over.

Vivian’s knees buckled beneath her, her legs losing their strength but Ronan was swift enough to catch her, slowly lowering her down.

"Princess, look at me," Ronan whispered, his free hand massaging her hip soothingly to help her relax. "Are you alright? Did I hurt you?" His brows furrowed as if coming to a realisation that he might have overstepped his bounds and gone too far.

Vivian didn’t answer him immediately. She would be deceiving herself and him if she said that she didn’t feel agonised by him repeatedly edging her without giving her sweet relief. Yet she also reminded herself that it was what she demanded without understanding what was in store for her.

Lesson well learnt.

Ronan gathered Vivian into his arms, holding her close to his hard chest as she sobbed. He gently rubbed her back up and down to coax her, whispering his sincere apologies and that he never intended to hurt her or bring about tears.

How was he any different than the Alphas who came before him?

"You didn’t hurt me," Vivian reassured him, pulling back slightly to look up at him while his hand cradled the back of her head tenderly. "I was the one who said I wanted to see how far you could go if I was bad." She reached her hand up to caress his face and by instinct, he leaned into the touch. "I did...enjoy it quite a bit."

Ronan peered deeply into her eyes to search for any hint of a lie, but the rosy-coloured shade staining her cheeks told him otherwise.

"How much did you enjoy it, princess?" Ronan returned to his devilish teasing, bending down to bury his face in the crook of her neck. "Tell me, are my hands better than all those bastards who came before me?" He all but growled out his words.

’Is he jealous..’ Vivian wondered internally, her hand tracing the sinewed and hard muscles on his back while his large body engulfed her completely in his arms.

"I need to know, princess," Ronan demanded again, his desire for an answer growing with desperation. "I need to know if I’m better than those bastards."

Vivian giggled to herself, savouring the jealousy practically oozing off Ronan. She had to admit that it was quite endearing and it was a sign that the Lycan Alpha seemed to have become rather smitten with her.

"You are far better than any of them," Vivian murmured and placed a kiss on the underside of his jaw. "Your hands...your lips, your tongue—they’ve all touched me in ways I never knew I could be touched." Her hand dragged up to his nape, clasping it gently there and Ronan grunted. "You’ve touched a part deep inside me that none of them could have ever reached."

Now that sounded like a pleasurable melody to his ears.

Vivian’s sensual whispers made all the more difference.

None of those bastard Alphas would ever compare to him.

Only he could give her pleasure like no other.

"I need to be inside you, princess," Ronan groaned, his long fingers tangling in her hair. His breathing laboured as the tension between them became almost palpable, hearts beating in anticipation. "I need to be inside you like I need air. Please."

At first, Ronan had no intention of going all the way. However, along the way, his arousal grew more apparent with each passing second and he could no longer restrict his innate instincts to mate with Vivian.

Her omega scent, although faint because of her dying inner wolf, was enough to drive any man insane with desire to their grave. It warped around him, clouding any sense of better judgement he should have had.

He wanted her again.

He’d never wanted an omega as much as he needed her in the moment.

It was difficult to hold back and now that he’d gotten a taste of the addictive drug known as Vivian, he wanted to indulge it with every opportunity he had.

And Vivian, who had never known pleasure before like what Ronan had granted her, craved for more of it.

And the Lycan Alpha’s ’Please’ was filled with so much desperation, she didn’t even want to refuse him.

She needed him too.

"Take me, my Lord," Vivian murmured against his lips. The heat between them was so intense, so magnetic. Their lips were but just inches away, brushing in an illusioned caress but never quite touching.

"First," Ronan said, his voice thick with restraint. "I’m going to give you your release, princess."

Vivian nodded and Ronan hoisted her up against the door again in a slightly different angle. She tipped her head back and closed her eyes as he dragged his tongue up her throat, tasting the sweetness of her scent releasing from her pheromonal glands. His tongue left a feverish trail on her skin that made more heat pool between her thighs.

Vivian brought Ronan’s lips to hers, kissing him slowly as she dragged her fingers all over his chest and back, ending with her fingers delving into his thick hair just as he slightly pulled away. She pressed her forehead to his, savouring the moment just to exist with him as both breathed unevenly. His hand gently squeezed her hip and after a moment, their eyes met again.

"Are you ready for me, my Lady?" Ronan asked softly.

My Lady.

The way it rolled off his tongue made her feel special even though she was of low-born blood.

"I am ready for you, my Lord," Vivian answered sweetly and Ronan offered her a tender smile.

Slowly and more gently than he had done all night, Ronan’s fingers slid into Vivian’s tightening core, first one digit and then two. He gradually started curling his fingers into that one little pleasure spot that was left abandoned for far too long.

Vivian moaned his name the very second Ronan touched it, and she felt the coil tighten in her for the eighth time since they started. Ronan’s fingers sought that spot repeatedly even though she was clenching around him—a sign that she was close to what she ached for all night.

And finally, that sweet release that her body practically begged for came crashing over her, like a wave of heat and pleasure surging through her body and igniting every fibre within her at once. She arched her head back, a shuddering cry ripping from her throat as Ronan continuously worked her core through her orgasm.

Her thighs were quivering, body convulsing against him as his fingers seemed to continue their onslaught, drawing her into a state of oversensitivity that made her nails claw at his biceps hard.

And then Vivian went completely still as Ronan rode her through her high, too intoxicated by the feeling to even begin to make another sound.

She basked in the feeling for as long as she could before dropping her head into the crook of his neck. Vivian’s body was completely spent and she could barely hold onto him, but Ronan held her sturdy against him.

It wasn’t enough.

The sweet release she desired wasn’t enough to satisfy the lust flaring inside her.

While she absolutely loved his long, thick fingers that reached depths of her that she never knew could be reached, it couldn’t quite compare to the girth of his shaft.

That was what she needed.

She wanted to feel him inside her again, stretching her until she couldn’t be stretched anymore.

"Do you need a break, princess?" Ronan chuckled huskily, his fingers carding through her hair. "We don’t have to if you’re too exhausted."

Vivian cut him off before he could speak any further.

"I want you, my Lord," she demanded firmly, her nails digging into his shoulder blades. "Now."