Cursed Lycan's Scarred Mate
Chapter 52: Fulfilling his request

Chapter 52: Fulfilling his request

Not expecting such a harmless request, Vivian’s pretty emerald eyes widened with surprise.

Why did she ever assume that Ronan was no different from other Alphas?

"Is that a greedy request?" The Lycan Alpha asked, taking a few steps towards her.

His eyes lingered on the emerald amulet nestled between her breasts, which he gifted her. His fingers moved in a featherlight caress across her collarbone, tracing his fingers up to the clasp of the chain resting on the back of her neck.

Her eyes fluttered closed from the gentle touch as he undid the clasp and removed the amulet from around her neck, placing it on top of their folded clothing.

"No, I can do it," Vivian affirmed, her eyes raking over the chiselled expanse of his chest, which made her cheeks warm up.

"You’re blushing," Ronan announced deliberately, savouring delight in the way she reacted to the alluring sight of his body.

"It’s the steam," Vivian denied, clearing her throat while she looked away.

She noticed he hadn’t removed his pants. Was it out of consideration for her?

The Lycan Alpha lifted her up, stepping into the bath pool. When he was waist-deep in the water, he set her down. The height of the water settled just above her breasts, emphasising just how much of a towering height Ronan was compared to her.

Vivian immediately felt her body relax under the healing properties of the bath oil mixed into the steaming water. The burns and pain that lingered on the surface of her skin faded, and for the first time in several days, she could finally feel relief in her body.

There was no pain or burn.

Although Soran did warn that it was only a temporary measure that required regular administrations, Vivian was more than grateful for freedom.

Her muscles felt energised, and she sighed in bliss.

"Does that feel good?" Ronan questioned, gathering a handful of water and gently drizzling it over the mark on her forehead and face to ensure those areas received the same temporary salvation.

"I feel so much better," Vivian said, her voice soft and relaxed. "I didn’t think I would ever have relief from the pain and burn."

Unexpectedly, Ronan snaked his arm around her waist and tugged her smaller and soft body against his sturdier, harder body.

Vivian gasped, her cheek pressed against her chest. The Lycan Alpha held her so tenderly and protectively, melting away all her woes and burdens.

"I won’t give up, Vivian," Ronan said with urgent promise and a hint of desperation. "I will find a way to permanently cure you."

Her heart swelled with guilt.

Eventually, she was going to betray him.

"I..." She began, but quickly rethought her reply. "Shall I give you that massage now?"

When Vivian didn’t answer his promises, Ronan assumed she must have doubted his pledge. Perhaps his words were empty and meaningless because their bond and connection were nearly nonexistent.

I’ll prove it to you, Vivian. I swear. The Lycan Alpha swore to himself, a future oath that he’d heal her one way or another even if she didn’t believe him.

Ronan pulled back slightly and nodded. He ran his hand through the coarse, wet strands of his curly hair, and Vivian swallowed hard.

There was a rugged appeal about the way his long, untamed curly hair framed his handsome face. Under the steam and water glistening off his abs and hollowed cheekbones, the man was the perfection of a god.

She’s attracted to us. His Lycan echoed in his mind. At least that’s one thing you are useful for as a mate.

The Lycan’s insult went unacknowledged, for Ronan was entirely mesmerised by the way Vivian’s wet hair clung to the curves of and swell of her breasts.

The she-wolf ushered him around, forcing him to turn her back to her before she exploded from embarrassment.

Ronan smirked victoriously to himself.

Warm fingers ghosted across his back, far lower than expected.

"Your back is so strong..." Vivian commented, enjoying the feel of Ronan’s sinewed back muscles rippling under her touch. Her hands moved up to grasp at the man’s shoulders.

Ronan’s lips curled devilishly.

He had no opportunity to reply, however, as seemingly delicate fingers dug deep into his muscles with surprising strength. Biting back a curse of pleasure, the Lycan Alpha found it difficult to remain relaxed.

His right shoulder, where the muscles were tightly knotted, was excruciating, eclipsing the pleasure he felt from the other shoulder being worked under Vivian’s fingers.

The she-wolf briefly left the pool, alerting Ronan. She returned with the vial of bath oil, drizzling copious amounts of the liquid onto both her palms, which were now slick, coming to rest on Ronan’s heavily knotted shoulder.

The Lycan Alpha couldn’t suppress his curse this time as Vivian’s dug deep into his shoulder. The oil prevented the friction on his skin, but it did little to alleviate the pain of the knot slowly being worked loose.

"There are knots all over your back," Vivian stated as she ran her hand lightly across his muscles. "Why don’t you lay on one of the mats on the pool’s edge? I can loosen them all better that way."

Ronan did as instructed, exiting the pool with Vivian following behind. They both dried off with towels, and the Lycan Alpha changed into dry trousers while Vivian looked away.

She donned his tunic, which was oversized for her but allowed her to move around better.

Ronan dutifully stretched out on a dry mat, belly down, and his face turned to the side while his cheek pressed against a soft cushion on the mat. He gathered his loose, wet hair and brought it to rest to the side to give her better access to his back.

A weight settling low across his hips was all the earning Ronan received that Vivian was sitting on him. The urge to roll over and have her straddling his waist with her face flushed was overwhelming.

However, he reminded himself that he was the one who set physical boundaries to accommodate Vivian’s unreadiness.

Deft fingers removed all capability of thought after that. The knots in Ronan’s back were insignificant compared to the ones in his shoulder, and he couldn’t restrain his low growls of pleasure as Vivian’s fingers worked across his back.

"Am...I hurting you?" Vivian asked in a voice laced with concern, worried that her skills and efforts were more damaging than relaxing.

Ronan glanced over his shoulder, eyes tense from the insatiable desire igniting within him.

"You’re doing well, sweetheart," the Lycan Alpha remarked breathlessly, clearly bothered by the heat of Vivian’s weight on his lower back.

"I’m glad," Vivian said, her eyes lighting up. "I used to do this for Dane, so I learnt how to do it properly."

Ronan’s expression darkened and flattened upon the mention of Dane. It was an unexplainable feeling, but it always irked him to the core whenever Vivian mentioned her bastard ex-mate.

Dane was going to die by his hand some day.