Cursed Lycan's Scarred Mate
Chapter 55: A new nickname (semi 18+)

Chapter 55: A new nickname (semi 18+)

A/N: Some naughty bits towards the end of the Chapter :)

When Vivian began to hyperventilate and her body shook violently, Ronan sat upright in haste and held her face delicately with both his hands. Her eyes reddened quickly as anguished tears beaded at the corners of her eyes.

"Breathe, sweetheart," Ronan instructed, coaxing her to follow his breathing pattern. "Listen to my voice. I’m here."

Just what did the bastard ex-mate of hers do on their wedding night that made her tremble with fear?

Once again, Vivian berated herself for falling into a panic attack.

Why was she so weak?

Why did the tears come so often?

Halfway through relating the memory with Dane, Vivian couldn’t bring herself to speak of the next unpleasant scenes of their wedding night. She’d quickly discovered Dane’s sweet deceit and his masterful skills at manipulation.

The night her innocence was robbed from her by her Alpha husband was the true moment of cruelty.

While Vivian had consented, the moment was nothing like what she’d imagined it would be.

She did not wish to remember it further than she already did.

Vivian inhaled a deep breath to pacify her nerves and rapidly beating heart.

"Forgive me for making you remember something unpleasant," Ronan apologised in earnest, deciding to take full responsibility for pestering her into revealing her past. "It wasn’t my intention to remind you of...the things that hurt you."

However, now he understood more than ever just how many cruel, twisted scars were left not just on Vivian’s body but on her distraught mind as well.

Ronan’s Lycan seethed with rage as they discovered more of Dane’s despicable character. It only fuelled their bloodlust to devour his flesh clean off from his bones while he was still alive and writhing for mercy.

On the contrary, Vivian couldn’t lay blame on Ronan for her panicked reaction. She agreed to reveal her past, and sooner or later she’d need to train herself to come to terms with all the trauma slipping through the cracks of her mind.

"Vivian?" Ronan said her name questioningly with a tense yet worried expression. Why wasn’t she responding back to him?

"It’s not your fault," Vivian reassured him and smiled to ease his worries. "I didn’t realise it would be difficult to talk about."

"You don’t have to tell me anything that will only make old wounds resurface," Ronan affirmed, gathering her into his arms.

His next words left a lasting impression on both her heart and mind.

"Every scar and wound that was left on you," Ronan began, his words a dark and chilling promise, "I will erase them myself, but those memories... I will help you find your strength to leave them behind, whether they belong."

Why was Ronan so suspiciously sweet?

Could Vivian trust him? She wanted to.

However, after her experience with Dane, who also painted such a trustworthy and safe image of himself, only to betray those first impressions, Vivian found it difficult to believe Ronan.

Yet she knew that was her fault and not his.

And unbeknownst to Ronan, it wasn’t just Dane whom Vivian received her mental scars from; there were also the other Alphas her father forced her to lay with during every heat cycle.

Vivian promised herself she would never reveal that to him.

She couldn’t allow him to discover what a whore she actually was underneath her vulnerable exterior.

"Do you still want your reward?" Ronan questioned, his tone low and raspy as he murmured in her ear. "I think you’ve earned it quite well."

Vivian flushed.

"Yes..."

As brazen as she was earlier to demand her reward, now that the moment of deliverance arrived, she was far too ashamed to go ahead with it.

Her spine tingled, sensing a change when a familiar, teasing laugh resonated from Ronan.

He’d swapped out with his Lycan.

Ronan, who was determined to shower Vivian with her desired pleasure, doubted his ability to grant her the cravings of her body. Thus, coming to a temporary truce with his Lycan half, he allowed the beast to take control.

After all, it was the Lycan who promised her such a reward.

It was only fair if he fulfilled it.

Coward. Ronan’s Lycan remarked with a mocking growl as the man’s consciousness retreated and allowed him way of control. You are still sceptical about being intimate with her yourself.

No answer came from Ronan.

"Is it...you?" Vivian asked, her excitement for his presence clear as day when her cheeks warmed with a pink hue and a smile.

"It’s me, little wolf," Ronan’s Lycan answered, burying his face in her neck, where her scent was strong and intoxicating. He inhaled deeply, relishing the sweet aroma that confirmed she was his. "Did you miss me already?"

She did.

"I did," Vivian admitted, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck while he teased her neckline with his cold lips.

Why did she always feel so at ease with the beast?

Why was she so drawn to his devilish charisma?

"Because your body knows that there are things I can do for you better than Ronan, little wolf," the Lycan said with a soft growl, the vibrations travelling through her body.

Once again, it was as if he could read her mind.

"Why are you so shameless?" Vivian closed her eyes when her body heated up in embarrassment from his bold words.

"I’m a ruthless beast," the Lycan replied, followed by peppering kisses along her collarbone. "Shame does not exist for me."

He ceased his affections and pulled back to gauge her steamy appearance. The sight of her buddening nipples through the fleecy white wet shirt of his that she wore was enough to darken his gaze with lust.

She was setting herself up to be devoured.

"We’re going to try a different position for your due reward, princess," the Lycan stated, followed by a handsome smirk.

Princess.

A new nickname.

Vivian was no royalty worthy of worship, but she liked the nickname.

It made her feel special.

"You are special, princess."

The way the word rolled off his tongue so suavely made heat pool in the pit of her belly, and she clamped her thighs together to stop herself from reacting.

"You’re squirming for me, princess." The Lycan grinned with a show of teeth. "I can feel your heat. I can feel how wet you are."

Did he really have to say it out loud?

"What a naughty princess," the Lycan commented, nipping at her ear. "You’re not wearing anything underneath this tunic, are you?"

Vivian nodded bashfully.

"What did you mean...by different position?" Vivian asked out of curiosity, eager to know what the Lycan had in store for her.

He laid on his back again while she remained straddling his waist, his smirk not leaving his face for even a second.

"Sit on my face," the Lycan commanded in his baritone voice, his amber eyes piercing with focus on her.

Vivian swallowed past the lump of anxiousness in her throat.

He wanted her to do, what?

Was he serious?

If she sat on his face, undoubtedly he wouldn’t be able to breathe and would suffocate.

And the gentle, yet admonishing look the Lycan directed at her indicated he knew exactly what she was thinking.

"Are you...sure?" Vivian’s voice quivered with uncertainty. "You’ll...suffocate."

"Princess," the Lycan started, his hands sliding under the tunic to caress her waist. "If you don’t get on my face within the minute, I may just have to drag you on it myself. We wouldn’t want that now, would we?"