Cursed Lycan's Scarred Mate
Chapter 75: Finally Connected (18+)

Chapter 75: Finally Connected (18+)

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The moment of connection between them had finally arrived, and it only just dawned on Ronan that a scenario he didn’t imagine would unfold so soon was already at the current point. If anything, he yearned to claim Vivian as his mate when they were in the residency of his territory in the North.

There, he believed, their mating bond would be far more meaningful and intimate if he was claiming her in the comfort of his bed and chambers. However, he didn’t deny that his Lycan instincts roared at him to ravish her in the way she desired.

And now that there were no longer any prideful reasons restraining him from mating with Vivian, Ronan pledged he would never deny her anything or reject her ever again.

Vivian belonged to him. And him alone.

Even if there was still the predicament of complicated feelings between them, it didn’t discourage him from exploring further stages with her.

Sensing his deep contemplative thoughts, Vivian grew unbearably impatient with him, merely teasing her slick folds with the hard tip of his member.

"Why are you thinking so hard?" Vivian frowned, clearly bothered that his focus wasn’t entirely on her. "What’s there to think about when I’m right in front of you? Are you having doubts?"

If Ronan was suddenly plagued by doubts, she would be devastated. Right now, she needed to feel him more than anything.

"Feisty little wolf," Ronan chuckled, shaking his head out of his thoughts. "I would never have doubts about you, Princess. Not anymore."

Taking matters into her own hands, Vivian hooked her leg around Ronan’s waist to encourage him to move forward. The Lycan Alpha growled appreciatively at her impatience, slipping his hand under her right leg to throw it over his shoulder.

Ronan’s searing hot lips dragged over the edge of her foot, over her ankle, and just above it, where he sunk his teeth hard. Vivian gasped involuntarily, feeling the electric touches surging through her leg upwards and all the way to her core, where it ended with a tingling sensation.

Vivian watched him through half-lidded eyes, biting her lip when his tongue glided over the bite mark just above her ankle. She couldn’t savour enough of the sight of Ronan’s long, unruly, and tousled curly onyx hair scattered around his shoulders.

More heat and arousal creamed from her core as she imagined what it would feel like to grab his hair at the base when he was inside her.

And deciding that he’d tormented Vivian long enough, Ronan palmed his hand over her taut belly and slowly breached her entrance with his length.

Vivian sucked in a heavy, sharp breath as she felt his thick, hard member stretch her open. Her core clenched tightly of its own will, requiring its time to adjust after being empty and unclaimed since months ago.

Her toes curled, and her fingers found the sheets to grasp and pull, her body arching up to receive him.

Naturally, there was no pain since it wasn’t her first claim; however, she had to admit that Ronan was rather big compared to Alphas she’d been taken by before. The stretch was both painful and pleasurable.

Ronan grunted gravelly, his forehead creased tensely as he slowly breached through her moistened, tight walls. He exhaled a deep, long breath once he was buried to the hilt in her, overwhelmed by the warm, wet sensation of her inner walls clamping around him before he could even move.

"You’re so warm inside, sweetheart," Ronan said with a low groan, opening his eyes to relish in Vivian’s flushed expression and her parted lips. "But you’re so tight, you might snap me off."

Sweetheart? Wasn’t that the endearment Ronan himself addressed her by? Did he switch out with the Lycan then? The specifics of control seemed irrelevant at the moment, though Vivian would be utterly astounded if it was Ronan claiming her in the moment rather than his Lycan half.

"I’m sorry..." Vivian breathed out, her chest heaving while she could feel him throbbing inside her. "It’s been...quite a while for me."

"How does it feel?" Ronan asked out of consideration, concerned whether she was content and pleased by his length or found it unpleasant and painful.

"I feel full and stretched... in a good way," Vivian answered with a soft, dazed smile.

Using that as consent and an indication that he could finally move, Ronan slid his hand up to her left hip to perch there with bruising force while he kept her right leg over his shoulder.

Vivian seemed to tense from the new angle, and the Lycan Alpha immediately released her right leg, encouraging her to wrap both her legs around his waist as he leaned down over her.

"It’s okay, sweetheart." Ronan murmured over her mouth. "Just a little bit and we’ll fit perfectly."

Ronan released a rough snarl as he dragged himself out before pushing in again. Vivian’s walls constricted around his length, grasping him, and she felt every inch of his shaft drag through her, including the little bulge at the base that grazed against her folds; the little bursts of pleasure growing the longer the seconds crawled by.

"How are you so perfect, sweetheart?" Ronan husked out, and Vivian could only moan in response. He turned her head to the side, exposing her neck to him where his mouth descended to suck a dark bite.

Perfect? How was she perfect? There was nothing special about her in any way.

However, the sincere and earnest glint of desire and yearning blazing vibrantly in his eyes left no doubt of his words. Even with all the unsightly cursed symbols marking her body, Ronan gazed upon her as if she were his last meal. His lips, hot and claiming, dragged over each marking, kissing them as if to ease the anguish held behind each one.

And then, Ronan’s hips worked in a slow, sensual rhythm, pushing his length in and out as his teeth dragged over her skin, sucking and biting, leaving possessive marks next to and over the cursed markings.

It was almost as if he was branding himself over the curse.

Vivian dug her nails into his biceps while sweet, honeyed moans tumbled from her lips without restraint.

Soon, the pleasure reached heights she never believed it could, such that she was desperate for Ronan to move faster. She curled her legs tighter around his waist, her hands shifting to his back, where she raked her nails across the sinewed muscles, scratching his skin.

Ronan grunted in response, his eyes meeting hers.

"Faster..." Vivian breathed. "I need you to go faster, please."