Cursed Lycan's Scarred Mate
Chapter 72: Finding the knot (18+)

Chapter 72: Finding the knot (18+)

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Now that Ronan was aware of the cruelties Vivian had faced—the dark torments of a past she was determined to bury deep within memory—he’d been sceptical about whether he should continue or postpone indulging their desires.

After all, Vivian undoubtedly still suffered from her traumatic experiences. To have been ravished mercilessly by an Alpha, a different one during every heat cycle, definitely left its unsightly marks on her mind.

The blemishes from those Alphas’ disgusting touches were invisible on her skin, but her body remembered them all too well.

"Princess, if you aren’t comfortable with going ahead with this, then I’ll stop," Ronan assured, his forehead resting against hers. "I won’t rush you into doing anything further... not after hearing the things that were done to you."

Vivian was quick to silence him by placing her finger on his lip. Her eyes wavered with desperation and longing, and her forehead creased tensely.

"Please," Vivian all but begged. "I want to forget all of it. Just like you promised me in the bath pools last night, I want you to erase their marks from me. Please...don’t stop now."

Ronan didn’t sense any doubt or hesitation in Vivian’s eyes. Her intentions and wants were as clear as day. However, he was still concerned about her state of mind and the fact that she might receive his touches positively.

What if her old fears reawakened and she reacted with hostility instead?

"Don’t make me ask twice, Ronan," Vivian warned, her tone confident and demanding as she gripped his collar. "Don’t go back on what you started."

"Fiery little thing..." Ronan commented with a wry grin, amused by how bold she’d become to demand her due pleasures from him. "Now, who am I to refuse the princess?" He chuckled huskily. "Your wish is my desire." He brought her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. "What do you want me to do first?"

As curious as she was the previous night, Vivian wanted to explore more of the Lycan Alpha’s length. She could already feel the prominent bulge, his member straining against his trousers beneath her rear. This time, she wanted to touch it without any restrictions.

Teasingly, Vivian shifted her rear against his bulge, making Ronan hiss in both pain and pleasure. Since he’d already ripped her underwear off earlier, her throbbing, soaking wet core was practically dripping with need and creating a mess on his trousers.

Emitting a low growl while his eyes shut themselves tightly, Ronan grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into the curves to leave marks. However, that didn’t discourage Vivian from rolling her hips to rub against his bulge.

She could feel the hard tip, coating it through his trousers with her wetness. The fabric of his trousers grazed through her folds, a rough material that rubbed her in all the pleasurably right ways.

Vivian placed her hand on his shoulder, her fingers sinking into the hard muscles there to steady herself. She couldn’t savour enough of the feeling, drowning her senses in his musky, aroused scent.

"You’re playing with fire, princess," Ronan groaned gutturally, instinctively bucking his hips upwards to feel more of her growing wetness over him. He could feel the warmth of her core spreading through, beckoning him to enter.

"Maybe I like getting burnt," Vivian teased assertively, biting her plump, swollen-kissed lip in such a delicious way that it made his member throb painfully. Clearly she was enjoying herself in the way she pleased, and for Ronan, while he welcomed her mischievous assertiveness, it was also pure torture at the same time.

"Are you going to take me out of my trousers or keep torturing me, Princess?" Ronan released a low, rough grunt. "You’re practically killing me here." His voice was husky and thick with need. "I won’t last very long this way."

Deciding to be merciful, Vivian ceased her torturous riding. She reached down between them and undid the laces on his trousers.

Immediately, Ronan’s length—the thing he was so hellbent on keeping away from her previously—sprung free, so hard and throbbing that the tip faced upwards.

The Lycan Alpha’s Adam’s apple bobbed with restraint, his jaw taut with tension as she finally released him from the prison of his trousers.

It was long and thick, but what hooked Vivian’s attention more was the slight bulging part at the base of it.

She didn’t notice it the previous night.

It wasn’t anything she’d seen before on regular werewolf Alphas.

And Vivian had to admit, it made the length of his member appeal in a much sexier way.

Ronan observed her tensely as she licked her lips, the curiosity in her mind urging her to question him about the nature of the little bulge.

As if he’d known what she was thinking, Ronan wrapped his hand around his own length and stroked it, prompting pearl beads of pre-cum ooze out of the bulbous tip and dripping down before caressing the bulging part with his thumb.

Ronan rasped, a moan drawing from his mouth.

"Are you curious, little wolf?" Ronan asked, his voice huskier than before, and all sense of reason vanished from Vivian’s mind. "Do you want to touch it?"

Vivian nodded, lost in the moment of the powerful scent he released, basking in the way it wrapped around her as if it were claiming her without touch.

Ronan let his hand drop, ordering in the same gravelly tone, "Touch as you please, princess."

Vivian lunged at the opportunity as if it were a once-in-a-lifetime offer. Her eager fingers curled around his length, stroking him. She studied every inch of his impaling device, intrigued by the little protruding part.

"What is this?" Vivian asked, feeling the veins on Ronan’s length bulge and throb when her index finger touched the protruding part.

"That’s the knot," Ronan answered, his hands digging harder into her hips as she deliberately stroked him slowly, probing at the dormant knot. "That is the part that will lock us together when I find my release inside you."