Cursed Lycan's Scarred Mate
Chapter 73: Tasting the Lycan Alpha (18+)

Chapter 73: Tasting the Lycan Alpha (18+)

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Vivian stared at the knot, amused and wondering how that negligible little protrusion held such an important role in the Lycan legacy. She looked up, locking eyes with Ronan.

His gaze was dark, intense, and predatory.

Vivian’s lips curled up challengingly, daring the Lycan Alpha to intimidate or cease her from exploring further. However, Ronan had already abandoned any intentions to restrict her.

Her lust had won over the objections he previously placed.

Vivian squeezed his length with one hand, probing the knot with her thumb on the other hand. Ronan’s eyes darkened further, and he hissed through his teeth, hands fisting the sheets on either side of him.

He watched as Vivian lowered herself like a she-wolf prowling into a hunting stance. The delicious sight made his mind reel with images of her beautiful wolf form. After all, he’d only seen it once when she first crossed the border into ShadowFall.

Vivian leaned in, placing her mouth on the bulbous tip of his length. Ronan grunted as the hot caverns of her mouth devoured his length, stretching her lips more than she could handle.

Vivian tasted the musky saltiness of his pre-cum coating her tongue, humming around his length as she took it deeper.

Ronan threw his head back, his hips bucking forward of their own accord, the tip pushing further into her mouth. His hands ached to tangle in her hair, but he very well knew that gesture might be unpleasant and bring back unwanted memories.

Hence, he opted for running his hand through his thick, damp hair, pushing back the strands.

Vivian let her tongue glide along the underside of his velvety length, tracing the veins there and receiving more of his salty taste dripping onto her tongue.

It was a potent and rich flavour compared to the unbearable tastes of Alphas she was forced to take into her mouth before.

While those moments were unpleasant, Vivian had earned her skills through them and it was no surprise to Ronan that her expert tongue knew all the perfect ways to tease and pleasure his member.

She sucked him in again, taking as much as she could accommodate before it reached the back of her throat. Her mouth was stretched to full capacity as she bobbed her head, using small suctions to undo him just as he’d undone her twice before.

"Fuck..." Ronan roared gutturally, his chest heaving as his breaths came out unevenly. He couldn’t even explain the sensation of her mouth swallowing him and he had to admit that the sight of her wet lips stretched around his girth only fueled his hardness further. "That’s good, princess."

Ronan pushed his hips again, his other hand finally finding the courage to land on her throat, fingers curling until he had her in a grip that was firm but gentle. She didn’t seem to object or flinch from the gesture as he perceived she would.

Together, they worked in a rhythm, eyes boring into each other. Her head bobbed, and his hips thrust upwards to send his length deeper and deeper. She sucked until hot tears streamed from her eyes, until his grunts and groans were the only sounds she could hear until saliva drooled from her mouth, dripping down the corners.

Ronan’s powerful, muscled thighs tensed, and she could sense he was drawing close to the edge. She cupped the sack at the base of his length with her free hand, teasing the slit between her fingers.

"Vivian...princess..." Ronan groaned, eyes locked onto her. "Let go, princess. I can’t release it in your mouth."

Vivian didn’t understand why he objected to the idea of her swallowing his release, but due to the fact that his voice was low and sincere, she released him with a wet pop. Her jaw hurt and Ronan chuckled as she rubbed it, pouting.

"You’re so good with that little mouth of yours, princess," Ronan praised, his voice still hoarse from all the animalistic sounds of pleasure he released. "Who would have thought there was a little minx hiding under that shy, innocent wolf, hmm?"

Ronan lifted her higher onto the bed, melting her between the sheets.

"I’m not always innocent and shy," Vivian admitted, licking her already wet and plump lips. "It just takes a while for me to get comfortable with people."

Ronan loomed over her, his body fitting perfectly with the dips of hers. She was slim, a little curvier than before since she’d been fed well, but the way Ronan’s hot gaze raked over her spoke volumes about the way he was undoubtedly attracted to her.

"My mate..." Ronan whispered, addressing her that way for the first time as he peppered kisses along her neck. "You’re perfect in every sense of the word."

Unlike before, Vivian wasn’t ashamed or disgusted with the markings on her body; for now, she knew that Ronan found her beautiful regardless.

As promised earlier, the Lycan Alpha didn’t shy away from ripping her dress apart with his bare hands. The thick, gorgeous fabric was tattered to shreds as he tossed the remnants of what was now her favourite style to the side. He laid her bare and vulnerable before him.

The Lycan Alpha growled in appreciation for her body’s perfection. No matter how many times he gazed upon its creamy softness, it always drew his attention deeper than before.

His hands reached up to cup her big, supple breasts, watching how they spilt over his large hands.

Vivian moaned sweetly like an angel’s choir gracing his ears, her back arching off the bed while he kneaded her breasts with tender force. She could feel butterflies fluttering in the bit of her stomach as he worked his rough thumbs over the rosy, budding nubs.

The sensation sent electric shocks through her nerves, and she sucked in a deep breath before exhaling again, her lips parting of their own will.

When Ronan leaned down and sucked the rosy tip of her left breast into his mouth, Vivian moaned, and her feet brushed along the sheets. He teased and rolled the other rosy tip between his fingers while he bit and suckled on the left one.

A needy hum escaped Vivian’s lips, and her hand found his stark, thick, curly hair. She gripped his hair at the roots, tugging tightly while he worked his mouth and hands on the sensitive buds.

Vivian was practically losing her mind.