Cursed Lycan's Scarred Mate
Chapter 51: Requesting a due reward

Chapter 51: Requesting a due reward

Ronan glowered

Why was she so damn fond of his Lycan half over him?

Was she disappointed that the mangy beast was not the one in control?

"Does it matter which of us is in control?" Ronan asked through gritted teeth, his hand tightening ever so slightly on the side of her waist.

"I was just wondering because you are saying things that only he says usually," Vivian answered earnestly, still searching deeper to discover even the slightest semblance of a gold glow in Ronan’s eyes, yet there were none. "So I thought he was out."

It would be ridiculous for him to become enraged by her assumption. After all, it was his Lycan half who provided the affections of a mate that he was cowardly enough to evade.

Naturally, she was more charmed by the beast.

And although he was adamant about her maintaining her distance from his Lycan, he’d begun to wonder if releasing the beast would do anything to restore peace to Vivian’s mind.

Was it worth the risk?

"Do you...want him out?" Ronan questioned, his Adam’s apple bobbing after swallowing hard with uncertainty, his piercing amber eyes scanning Vivian’s emerald one’s for an answer.

"I do," she replied instantly, her eyes beaming exuberantly. "He...owes me a reward," she admitted shyly, her cheeks staining with pink.

A reward? What reward? And when was this promised?

"What reward exactly, and when did he say this?" Ronan’s brow arched suspiciously, his hand rubbing slow circles on the small of her back again.

Vivian explained earlier, when she was consumed by fear and refused to be examined by Lady Morgana, that the Lycan had coerced her to be compliant by offering a particular reward.

"And I’m asking what kind of reward, Vivian," Ronan demanded more insistently when the she-wolf deliberately omitted the details of the promised reward. "Perhaps I can give it to you in his stead."

"But you... don’t like to do those things with me," Vivian remarked with a sigh of disappointment. "He said he would do that thing... he did with his mouth in the cave," she bravely confessed.

Ronan’s brows shot up in surprise.

Was that the kind of reward the audacious beast promised her?

And she wanted it?

Scepticism because of Vivian’s family lineage aside, Ronan refused to engage in such intimacies simply because he didn’t know how to initiate them.

He didn’t know what Vivian enjoyed, nor what she disliked.

Would asking her directly be the right decision? What if it triggered unpleasant memories with Dane?

"Can you please let him out?" Vivian pleaded, her lips pressed together so adorably that it almost made Ronan cave in and grant her wish.

However, the man was wicked enough that he wouldn’t simply fulfil her request without equally savouring a moment with her himself before his Lycan indulged her pleasures.

"First, tell me why you want that kind of reward so much."

"Because..." Vivian bit her lip shyly, averting her gaze. "I’ve never had that done to me before, and... it feels really good."

Another statement was revealed, which made Ronan’s eyes expand with bewilderment.

What kind of mate was Dane? There was no point posing such a question. The simple answer: a bastard to the core.

"You have to do something for me first if you want my Lycan to give you that reward," Ronan posed a deal as a devilish smirk formed on his lips. "Are you up to the task, sweetheart?"

"What...kind of task?"

All sorts of unsightly scenarios surfaced in Vivian’s mind. Would she have to reciprocate the same service as her reward to him? Dane often demanded such pleasures from her, and she could never grow accustomed to it.

"What are you thinking?" Ronan cupped her face, immediately detecting that her mind wandered into strange scenarios. "I’m not going to ask you to do anything you hate, hmm? It’s a simple task that only requires your hands."

"What...kind of task?"

"First, will you let me accompany you in the bath pool?" Ronan requested, seeking her permission before he impulsively delved into something that would frighten her off.

By now, Vivian was no longer ashamed of her nudity around Ronan.

With him routinely redressing her wounds and wiping or washing down her body, he’d already seen everything there was, and especially after his Lycan’s lewd ministrations, there was no sense in being embarrassed.

Thus, Vivian nodded her approval.

Ronan swept her up into his arms in bridal style, and she didn’t protest either.

Dane never carried her that way. He always strung her over his shoulder and then tossed her in bed.

It wasn’t long before they arrived at the spell-heated bath pool in an enclosed area. The space was surrounded by cream-coloured walls, and four pillars were docked, one at each corner of the bath pool’s edge.

There was a large rectangular bath pool in the middle of the space, with smaller, rounded-designed pools distantly surrounding it.

Soran informed them that the bath pools were unoccupied and free for their privacy, and further security was installed by blue gems lining each pool, procuring an invisible shield that acted as a curtain once you entered the pool.

So even from the outside, where it seemed transparent, one could not see if there were others within, but if one approached an occupied pool, the gems would morph into a red colour to indicate that the pool was not available.

The only opening was above the pools where there was no ceiling, ensuring that there was ventilation for the steam.

Ronan carried Vivian to a particular round pool in the distance, passing by shelves with vials of bath oils and healing remedies. Soran recommended a particular bath oil to mix into the pool, one that would temporarily relieve Vivian of the pain and burns much like the poultice Ronan created; only the bath oil was stronger.

When they finally arrived at the selected bath pool, Ronan set Vivian on her feet. He chose the recommended bath oil from one of the shelves and poured the liquid into the pool.

Afterwards, he kneeled down to remove Vivian’s boots, followed by removing the remainder of her clothes until she was only left in bandages. Soon, even those were removed.

She stood there in her nudity, somewhat bashful.

Ronan’s eyes darkened upon the rewarding sight of her delicious curves, but he closed his eyes to suppress the rousing desires.

"What...did you want me to do?" Vivian asked innocently, still wary of the task Ronan spoke of.

"I have terrible knots in my back," Ronan stated, promptly removing his doublet and tunic. "Will you help me loosen them out?"