Cursed Lycan's Scarred Mate
Chapter 105: Provoking his wild side [18+]

Chapter 105: Provoking his wild side [18+]

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The demand in Vivian’s voice and the starving glare in her pretty emerald eyes were all the permission Ronan needed to ravish her. However, he refused to have a repeat of what happened earlier.

He curled his fingers in her hair, cradling the back of her head as he brought their foreheads to touch.

"Is this what you really want, princess? Because right now, I can’t promise that I’m going to be gentle," Ronan confessed, his voice constricting in his throat with barely any self-control. "I don’t want to hurt you." The last bit was filled with desperation.

"I know what I want," Vivian whispered hoarsely in his ear, her hand grasping tightly at the roots of his hair. "I am not some young virgin omega that you need to handle like a piece of fragile glass, my Lord. I am a grown woman and my body knows what it craves and it doesn’t want gentleness right now."

Vivian was right.

Although she’d arrived in his life in a fragile and broken state, she wasn’t some inexperienced young Omega whom he needed to restrain himself around. Perhaps it was a contradiction to the lesson he taught her earlier about provoking his rough side, but Ronan himself no longer understood what his heart and mind truly wanted.

He was as undecided as one could be.

In one breath, he wanted to remain the gentle and caring Alpha she needed, the protective Alpha she could depend on and with whom she could find her haven.

And in another breath, Ronan ached to unleash his beastly side. He wanted her to experience his wild side and how untamed he could be when he was lost in the throes of pleasure. He might have pledged to himself that he never wanted to resign himself to being a mindless animal when it came to mating, but he couldn’t deny the nature of the Lycan within him.

Both he and his Lycan half were absolutely starving for their mate.

And Ronan no longer understood for how much longer he could contain himself around Vivian.

His Lycan Alpha instincts ignited his need to engrave himself into her in every way conceivable. He wanted to brand his marks and touches into her skin until it was all that her body knew and craved for.

One might declare Ronan an utterly greedy Lycan Alpha since he’d done precisely all of that to Vivian that morning during their first mating, but somehow not enough.

Was he really any different from the Alphas who came before her?

His promises to always be a gentleman to Vivian seemed much more challenging to fulfil than he assumed they would be.

As much as she reassured him that it was her desires as a woman who was certain of what she wanted, Ronan couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt.

Wasn’t he supposed to be better than the other Alphas? Wasn’t he supposed to be sweet and tender with her? Why was it so difficult?

"Ronan," Vivian uttered his name firmly, snatching him away from his doubtful thoughts. "I need you, please." She begged shamelessly, her legs tightening around his waist. "I am not fragile. People may have broken me but I am no delicate flower that always needs sweet touches. Please, I want to feel your wild side."

"Vivi..." Ronan groaned, his jaw taut with tension. "Believe me, I want nothing more than to take you wildly and make you scream for more without stopping, but I will never forgive myself if I hurt you in the moment and I will never forgive myself if you regret it afterwards."

Lycan Alphas were supposed to be ruthless and cunning, but in this moment Ronan seemed unusually vulnerable.

Thus far, Vivian had never witnessed him lower his guard or tear down his iron walls around anyone, but right now?

There were no walls between them.

His emotions were flowing out so strongly and so deeply that Vivian could almost feel it within herself.

"Then let’s do this," Vivian said, attempting to cajole Ronan by massaging the back of his neck and the motion caused a rumble to emanate low from his throat. "We will use...a safe word. A word to use if it becomes too much for me to handle. How does that sound?"

A safe word?

Ronan considered her suggestion for a moment before shaking his head.

"You do not understand, my little wolf," Ronan replied with a deeply troubled sigh. "Once I start, nothing will stop me. I may not even be in the right state of mind to acknowledge the safe word."

Vivian couldn’t argue with the fact that he emphasised a valid point.

Ronan could be unpredictable due to his cursed nature.

Vivian was treading a dangerous line, constantly teetering off the edge.

And she was about to instigate his wild side with yet another outrageous provocation that just might end well in her favour or cast her into a dangerous situation.

Either way, she was reckless enough to risk it.

"Fine," Vivian muttered breathily into his ear, her lips curling with mischief. She was either brave or foolish for what she would say next. "If you won’t give me what I want, then I’ll have to ask another Alpha to pleasure me."

A warning growl ripped from Ronan’s throat and his hand snaked up Vivian’s neck, enclosing around her throat possessively.

"You wouldn’t dare, princess," Ronan remarked harshly, teeth gnashing together. "You think I would let you slip away to another man and Alpha? You belong to me."

Vivian swallowed thickly, knowing very well that she was drawing herself down a rabbit hole.

Ronan’s last thread of patience and self-control snapped like a twig, unleashing all of what he fought hard to contain.

All Vivian heard was the sound of his belt being unbuckled before he gripped the undersides of her thighs with bruising force, hoisting her up higher against the door. She felt his hard, throbbing tip rub up her slit, her wetness pooling out immediately and that was the only warning she received before Ronan plunged his girth inside.

Vivian’s eyes widened as she felt his girth stretch her deliciously, filling her to the brim just as he had that morning. His intrusion elicited a gasp from her, making her dig her nails hard and deep into his shoulder blades as she clung to him.

She was already still sensitive from him edging her earlier and the sudden intrusion made her core clamp down around him, sending sparks through her nerves and making her toes curl.

"Is that what you wanted, princess?" Ronan’s eyes flashed with a mix of red and amber as he began to thrust upwards, pushing much deeper than before because of the different angle. In this position, Vivian could truly feel him reach as deep as her cervix. "Don’t say I didn’t warn you."

Ronan’s teeth latched onto an unprotected nipple, making Vivian cry out in sweet bliss as the Lycan Alpha set a brutal pace and rhythm. She thrashed her head back against the door, her body jerking with each untamed thrust that came from Ronan, who buried himself to the hilt inside her, pulling out completely before slamming back in all the way.

His lips abused the hardening rosy tips of her breasts, sucking and biting until they were ringed with marks. His muscles rippled under her grip, tensing with each movement and thrust.

Vivian’s eyes rolled back from the overbearing pleasure, her mouth opening to keen as she felt his shaft move relentlessly, his hips rolling forward and up without a break.

The door, although latched behind her, threatened to give away under the sheer pressure of Ronan’s movements, the latch rattling as if it were about to shatter and break.

"So fucking tight, princess," Ronan swore, followed by a guttural roar as his teeth and tongue found new spots to abuse on her neck and throat.

Vivian was a panting, moaning mess, her mind too delirious from the rough sensations to even maintain pace with his movements.

With her breasts pressed against his hard chest, she felt electric sparks spiral all the way down to her core each time the rosy tips grazed against his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers gripping his hair almost painfully at the roots but Ronan only groaned approvingly in response.

"If another man ever thinks he can be inside you like this," Ronan warned darkly, his teeth grazing along her jaw while his hips worked faster. "I’ll rip out his throat and crush his bones until there’s nothing left."