Cursed Lycan's Scarred Mate
Chapter 58: Little bold omega (18+)

Chapter 58: Little bold omega (18+)

Recommended Listening: [Dirty thoughts- Chloe Adams]

Why am I such a fool?! Vivian had immediately begun to regret her words. Not accept his excuses? Who am I to even make that statement?

The Lycan, however, was both astonished and pleased that she was making demands from him. He’d be deceiving himself if he denied the fact that the rare moments of courage from Vivian to speak back to him were endearing.

Secretly a feisty omega, isn’t she? The Lycan mused, chuckling to himself. However, distracted by his amusement, he didn’t anticipate Vivian’s next move.

She moved lower on his torso in a heartbeat, shifting around so that her back faced him. He all but groaned when her sticky thighs brushed against his rock-hard abs.

"Vivi, you shouldn’t do that—" The Lycan began to protest, but his objections were cut off when she undid the threads on his trousers.

His body ran cold, stiffening when Vivian released his painfully hard and erect manhood from the material restraining it.

The Lycan Alpha’s usually amber gaze morphed into a glaring red, his jaw taut with restraint as he clenched his teeth. His hands remained stiff like iron at his sides, summoning every ounce of strength and every sense of reason to avoid touching Vivian.

Heavens knew he’d end up doing something to hurt her if he moved even a single finger.

Meanwhile, Vivian marvelled at the impressive girth of the Lycan’s length. She could feel it pulsing when she traced the long vein along it with her finger, twitching and desperate for touch.

The Lycan Alpha hissed, hands balling into fists while his body tensed under movements.

Why was she so stubborn? And unexpectedly hardheaded for an Omega?

"You’re playing with fire, little wolf," the Lycan warned hoarsely, his eyes half-lidded with desire.

"Maybe I like getting burnt," Vivian replied nonchalantly, fascinated by the dark colour of the narrow tip of his length and the way the veins had become more prominent from being touched.

All the one’s she’d seen from the Alphas she laid with were nothing in comparison.

Ronan was big. Somewhat excitingly big and frighteningly big.

Vivian swallowed hard before wrapping her hand around the Lycan’s shaft, her eyes blown wide with curiosity as they were glued to his manhood.

The Lycan closed his eyes from the tension of her small, warm hand wrapping around his length.

"Don’t do this, princess," the Lycan warned again, his chest heaving while the pleasures of her sensation sent chills along his nerves. "Be a good girl and stop what you’re doing."

"Make me," Vivian challenges, her eyes never turning away from his manhood for even a second. Feeling a little more adventurous, she began to move her hand up and down his shaft with agonisingly slow strokes.

The Lycan’s Adam’s apple bobbed with restraint, his lips slightly parted as his breathing grew heavier.

Pearls of precum beaded at his tip, and Vivian pressed the pad of her thumb onto it, casting a look over her shoulder daringly to gauge his reaction.

The Lycan’s hips jerked involuntarily, and a primal groan sounded in his throat. He barely suppressed himself from reacting, fighting to maintain his usually composed attitude.

Several grunts erupted from his throat while Vivian continued to stroke him, smearing the beads of his cum along his length.

Why the hell was she so good at touching him? Did Dane teach her that too?

The thought of it nearly sent the Lycan raging over the edge.

Vivian’s cheeks heated up when she noticed the Lycan’s dark gaze meet her own when she glanced at him, her wetness pooling on his abdomen from the intensity of his stare.

The hot sight of the Lycan’s tense yet charming state only provoked her to pleasure him harder.

"Do you like what you see?" The Lycan asked huskily, realising he could only submit to Vivian’s touch rather than fighting it.

"I do," Vivian cooed, returning her attention to the task at hand. She bent forward, taking him by sheer surprise when she gave the head of his member a single, long lick, flattening her tongue on the surface.

"Fuck..." The Lycan swore, followed by a beastly growl. He could feel the warm wetness of her mouth and tongue, battling hard to stop himself from bucking into her mouth.

She had no idea what she was doing to him.

Vivian hummed in appreciation for the salty yet subtly sweet taste that graced her tongue. As far she was knowledgeable, the semen of Alphas always tasted bitter and bland unless they were aroused. And when aroused, some other substance would be released along with their semen to give it that salty-sweet taste.

The Lycan could no longer find the words and coherency to speak. He rested his forearm across his face to conceal his expression, brows drawn tightly together.

He hissed again from the contact of Vivian’s hand squeezing his sack while she hollowed her cheeks to take him whole into her mouth. Her mouth felt tight and stretched around his girth, nearly gagging when she took more than she could accommodate, and it hit the back of her throat.

And then it wasn’t long before, the Lucan’s consciousness faded into the back of his shared mind with Ronan, allowing the man to take control once more.

While Ronan might have spoken once, he was unaware of Vivian’s bold task at hand. Utterly astounded, he yanked her back to pull her mouth free from his length, securing an arm around her waist from behind to keep her in place.

Although he struggled from the agony of no release, he was averse to her continuing her brazen adventures with his member.

He didn’t want to lose control and hurt her.

"What do you think you’re doing, Vivian?" Ronan’s voice was nothing short of a snarl, dark and still rich with arousal.

Vivian gasped when he yanked her back, her mouth abandoning his length with a wet pop.

"I just... just wanted to... do it for you," Vivian justified, wiping the remnants of his cum with the back of her hand from her mouth. She could still feel his strong, potent taste on her tongue, somewhat delirious from the arousal pheromones his body released.

"Don’t ever do that again; do you understand, sweetheart?" Ronan said, his nostrils flaring with anger while his chest still heaved to catch his breath. "Don’t ever provoke a beast and expect it not to pounce back on you."