Cursed Lycan's Scarred Mate
Chapter 70: True lycan Alpha side (18+)

Chapter 70: True lycan Alpha side (18+)

When Ronan declared he wanted to rip off her gorgeous and alluring dress, Vivian reacted with a sullen pout. She adored the dress too much to witness it be torn to shreds by the Lycan Alpha.

In the first place, if he thought she stood out beautifully with the dress, why rip it apart just to dive for her bare body?

"No, don’t rip it," Vivian pleaded, frantically shaking her head. "I really like this dress. You said it yourself; I look beautiful in it. It will be such a waste... and I think this also belongs to Lady Morgana."

Unrelenting about his intentions to rip the dress until her creamy and fair nakedness was laid bare for him to ravish, Ronan arched his brow in question.

So what if it was Lady Morgana’s dress? All the more reason not to be concerned with how it was destroyed.

"I will buy you another one," Ronan uttered with deep promise, his tongue laving over the bites on her neck, drawing a sharp breath from her. "Hundreds or thousands more if you want. I will have the same one designed for you, same fabric, same details, however you want it to look."

Wide-eyed, Vivian pulled back slightly to look at him. She caught his stark gaze raking over the valley between her breasts and the way the dress accentuated her cleavage. Seeing the sight of him lick his lips like a starving beast only made her more shy and embarrassed under his sharp, red eyes.

Gleaming, his eyes smouldered at the corners, and a subtle smirk formed on his lips.

There was no doubt that it was the Lycan.

Only the beast would look at her with such a charming expression and heated gaze.

"You will really... get the same dress tailored for me?" Vivian asked thoughtfully, tilting her head to the side, searching for signs of truth in his eyes. "Will you really do that for me?"

"Of course, princess," Ronan affirmed, perching his chin in the valley of her breasts pushed up by the underbust corset she wore. Vivian digested the ball of saliva at the back of her throat, feeling a flutter in her chest because his chin rested atop her breasts. "I will buy you anything you want... rip them off you and have them tailored again."

"How lewd..." Vivian commented, her mind reeling with all the lewd scenarios she imagined. Scenarios of Ronan destroying dresses off her, ripping them without mercy, and diving head in to worship her body.

The dirty thoughts alone of such moments were enough to make her press her thighs together with bated breath.

"Now see, you liked that idea, didn’t you?" Ronan teased with a husky chuckle, his smirk turning devilish when he recognised the excitement in her eyes.

You’re very good at imitating me, brat. The Lycan compliment in their shared mind space. I see you weren’t completely unconscious all the times I spoke to our little wolf. You did learn something from me.

In a few moments, you’re going to wish it was you instead of me. Ronan confidently countered back, deciding to shut the beast out of his mind temporarily.

Don’t shut me out. The Lycan said, resurfacing. Combine our consciousness together. She’ll experience a completely different side that both of us can’t give her.

Surprisingly enough, Ronan adhered to the suggestion. He concentrated and merged their subconscious spirits together, bringing out a more orangish glowing hue to his eyes.

Now they were one and the same.

Without warning or waiting for an answer from Vivian, Ronan took her hand in his own and brushed his lips over the pulse point on her wrist, all the while maintaining eye contact with her.

It was a devilishly hot gesture that made Vivian’s core cream from the vibrations of the growls rumbling from his chest.

"Please..." Vivian all but begged, unsure of what she was even begging so desperately for. Whether it was his delicious touches or yearning for relief, she didn’t know.

"Please what, princess?" Ronan questioned in a mischievous tone, deliberately speaking in a softer, silvery voice that was pleasant and seductive on the ears. The devilish Lycan Alpha no doubt knew what she ached for, but he would not reward her just yet, not until she voiced her cravings. "What are you asking me for? Tell me."

Vivian didn’t answer immediately. The Lycan Alpha’s advances were uncharted territory for her. Not that she was averse to whatever came next. If anything, ever since her agonising heat cycle a few days ago, she’d been craving the connection and intimacy with her Alpha.

Her inner wolf being suppressed by the restraints of the curse did much to constrict her heat and cage her lust away. Truth be told, she could no longer hear the voice of her wolf, and it was slowly starting to break her heart from within.

However, there were still residues of her heat’s cravings that she managed to bury by will, but now that Ronan practically extended an invitation to her to demand what she desired, it was difficult to refuse.

Her Omega instincts were still prevalent, and since the previous night, she began to ache for something more than just his fingers and mouth. Something that would reach depths of her that she never knew could be touched.

"If the princess doesn’t answer what she wants, then her Alpha will ravish her in any way that he pleases," Ronan remarked in that arrogant, demanding tone of his that she hated and adored at the same time. "What will it be, little wolf?"

Vivian was somewhat surprised to notice some sort of change in Ronan. Normally, his current demeanour wasn’t foreign to her when the Lycan half was in control.

However, now he appeared more alluring and dangerous. It was almost as if he was more beastly than before.

He was much more assertive and dominant compared to before.

And Vivian, feeling a little mischievous herself, decided she was curious about how the Lycan Alpha would react if she pretended to object.

What would he do if she acted like a little brat?

The thought alone was thrilling.

"What makes you think I want to be ravished underneath you?" Vivian challenged with a sassy upward curve of her mouth.

How bold and audacious of the little wolf.

Did she truly think she could escape unpunished for being a brat?

Provoked by her remark, Ronan’s Alpha instincts doubled over the edge, and his large hand trailed down to the short skirt piece of her dress, hitching it up to her thighs.

His finger roughly brushed over the already growing wet spot that was prominent at a glance over her underwear.

Vivian’s core immediately clenched, oozing out more of her liquid arousal she couldn’t hold back any longer. He ripped the undergarment off, eliciting a sharp gasp from his little wolf.

"It seems you need to learn your place and understand who is in charge here," he growled, teeth gnashing together.

"Who is in charge?" Vivian teased, pretending to look around the room. "I don’t see him. It couldn’t be you, could it?"

"Your spoilt tantrums won’t work with me, Princess. I take what’s mine and when I want it," Ronan warned, his finger grazing her inner folds. He swiped two fingers over her wet folds, coating his digits with the cream, and drew them back to his mouth. He licked his fingers, savouring the taste. "See who’s already begging to be ravished?" He opened his eyes to catch her reaction after sucking hard on his stained fingers.

Vivian’s body erupted with heat as she watched the sexy way he tasted her. There was something possessive and demanding about what he just did, and she could no longer deny her arousal.

Ronan moved back up, gripped her chin, and sunk his teeth there to bite her. His lips then moved to her ear, his voice thick with need and longing.

He whispered, "Don’t pretend you didn’t think about me ripping off your dress and worshipping your body in any way that I pleased. I’ve been hearing what a rude and badly behaved girl you’ve been to others, so it’s time for your due punishment."

She quivered from his dark declarations.

Ronan licked Vivian’s lips, and she willingly parted them for him, as if her body knew she had to obey him.

Not that she was complaining.

This was a side of Ronan she’d never experienced before.

This was his true Lycan Alpha side.

While Ronan was being less sweet than usual, she was well aware that if at any given moment she voiced discomfort or wanted to stop, he would do so for her.

He once promised he would never do anything that she despised, nor anything to hurt her, and thus far he had kept true to his word.

Vivian’s pretty emerald eyes, which were blown back with want, darted from his orangish-hued eyes to his lips.

Was he going to kiss her, or did he still not want her?

The deliberate delays made her groan internally. His gaze lingered on her lips before saying, "If you want this the hard way, I’ll give it to you. I’m yours to do as you please, but if you make this difficult for me, I’m definitely not going to be patient with you. So I’ll ask you again, Princess."

"What do you want me to do?" Ronan asked again, cradling the back of her head to force her to look up at him. "Tell me now or I’ll punish you in my own way for being such a brat."