Cursed Lycan's Scarred Mate
Chapter 94: Eaten by the Lycan Alpha

Chapter 94: Eaten by the Lycan Alpha

After being released, Vivian was carried back to their private chambers by Ronan. Throughout the entire way, the Lycan Alpha had been awfully apologetic. He felt utterly pathetic that she received more wounds and scratches because he was unable to protect her from wandering into the Mirror World.

That failure and the one before it would forever haunt him.

And for Ronan Wolfsbane, it was a cold wakeup call that he wasn’t as truly invincible as he was perceived to be.

His human half still possessed many flaws. Flaws that brought about weakness in desperate times when his mate needed him the most.

Nevertheless, it was pointless dwelling on what could have been done and what he didn’t do.

"What are you thinking about so deeply, Ronan?" Vivian broke the silence between them just as he brought her back to their chambers and set her on her feet.

And in a moment of pure desperation, as if compelled by every fibre of his being, Ronan backed Vivian against the wall adjacent to the door leading out of their chambers. Taken by surprise with a gasp, Vivian was no stranger to the raw guilt and regrets whirling in the dark amber of her mate’s eyes.

There was so much yearning and uncertainty—such strong emotions Vivian had never seen in his eyes before. His gaze wavered, staring down at her intently as time seemed to still. She could feel her heartbeat quickening, beating louder to an almost deafening degree.

There was much anticipation of what Ronan would do next and despite already mating with him, sharing such intimate moments and crossing all physical boundaries, Vivian always felt shy under the Lycan Alpha’s dark gaze.

There was something deliciously alluring about the way his eyes bore into hers, his chest rising and falling.

Why is he looking at me like that? Vivian wondered at his silence, looking up at him as he towered over her. Please tell me he’s not upset...

The last thing Vivian desired was Ronan’s anger. As much as she claimed accountability for her actions, she wanted to avoid any ill feelings between them at all costs.

And just when Vivian intended to ask another question, Ronan pinned both her wrists above her head against the wall with one hand. His large, strong hand, which she so very adored, gripped her wrists tightly, somewhat painfully.

Vivian’s lips parted in surprise as the Lycan Alpha pressed her body into the wall, stationing his knee between her legs. She bit her lip to suppress a reaction, her body tingling with sweet shivers when Ronan’s other hand perched on her hip possessively.

The Lycan Alpha stared down at Vivian’s inviting lips. It was difficult to resist those soft, moistened lips that called to him even when his eyes weren’t searching for them.

Vivian could feel the intense heat radiating off Ronan’s body and her skin, which held memories of his touch, his tongue, and his gaze. He began to ache with a need for all of it again.

And as if he knew exactly what he was doing to Vivian, the Lycan Alpha bent his head down and inhaled the scent from her neck. She smelt like jasmine and a mix of something earthy, which caught onto her skin when she was running barefoot through the forest.

"Ronan..." Vivian uttered his name breathlessly. His name was sweet yet almost sinful as it tumbled from her lips, beckoning him to commit every sin possible at her behest.

And that was the last thread of restraint Ronan had lost before he cupped Vivian’s chin and tilted her head back. Greedily, his lips crashed against hers in a demanding, rough kiss.

Vivian instantly melted in his arms, her hands struggling to escape his grasp, where he held them firmly above her head. She could taste the desperation on his tongue, the need and desire to dominate her completely.

Vivian moaned into the kiss, her heart racing uncontrollably when Ronan rubbed his knee back and forth between her legs, causing her core to moisten against its will.

Lost in the way his lips claimed hers, moulding, his tongue slipping into her mouth to taste what he’d found a delicacy.

And for Ronan, hearing Vivian’s sweet moans was like melodies to his ears. He didn’t understand the urgency with which he kissed or why so suddenly, but he hungered for those delectable sounds.

Helpless against his passionate kiss, Vivian submitted to his lips. It was no longer a kiss, but rather she felt she was being devoured.

Ronan wasn’t kissing her.

The man was quite literally eating her.

With the way his mouth abandoned any sense to move tentatively, she could only close her eyes and accept his kiss.

Ronan only tilted her head slightly to the side for a better angle, one that allowed him to deepen the kiss. Her lips were so sweet, like honey and cream, much too addicting to stop.

However, when both of them were left breathless and needed the taste of air, Ronan disconnected his lips from hers.

Vivian panted, her face flushed, and her eyes half-lidded. She was quite literally kissed out of her mind, so hard that she couldn’t even think straight, especially with Ronan’s knee teasing her.

The Lycan Alpha’s breath came out in short pants as he admired how swollen and wet her lips were after his kiss.

He adored the sight of them more than he cared to admit.

"Do you...why did you kiss me?" Vivian asked, desperate to know the reason behind Ronan’s rough and sudden kiss. "It’s unusual of you."

"To taste you," the Lycan Alpha replied with a pleased grin. "To know what you taste like."

"And...what do I taste like?" Vivian blushed, her hands being released from Ronan’s hold.

The Lycan Alpha’s lips curled upwards into a much more devilish and prideful smirk.

"Mine," Ronan said confidently, his voice husky and rich with desire. "You taste like mine, princess." His words were dark and promising, igniting a newfound feeling deep within Vivian’s chest.

She liked the way he said it.

She liked the way it sounded coming from his lips.

Ronan brushed his thumb over her bottom lip, feeling how plump it had gotten after his assault. He enjoyed the way Vivian’s eyelids fluttered half-closed and the way her lips quivered under his touch.

And as an apology for gripping her hands too tightly, he kissed her wrists and licked over the ringed marks, watching them disappear from sight.

Vivian closed her eyes, lost to the sensations as he caressed her cheek.

She loved his affectionate side.

And he loved the way she responded to him.

"You drive me mad, princess," Ronan stated, resting his forehead against hers. "Sometimes I’m at a loss for what I should do and I’m not a man who has ever experienced uncertainty."

"Is...that bad?" Vivian bit her lip, placing her hand on his chest as she looked up at him. "Does it bother you?"

Bother him? If anything, he welcomed it without complaint.

"No, princess," Ronan disagreed, shaking his head. "It means you test me in ways I never knew I could be tested. You are... bringing out a side in me that I never knew existed."

Vivian smiled warmly.

"Good because I want to know everything about you," she voiced, wrapping her arms around his neck. "There’s something I want to ask."

Ronan nodded immediately, an indication for her to pose her question.

"They say you are the Duke of the North... the Duke of Frosthowl Frontier; is that true?" Vivian questioned, tilting her head to the side. "I’ve heard the Wickans here speak about it."

While Ronan managed his duties as the Duke of the North quite efficiently, he wasn’t overly fond of his title. If one didn’t know him any better, he’d easily pass for a ruffian Lycan Alpha with no class or decorum.

"It is true, princess," Ronan confirmed, his fingers carding through her hair. "I am the Duke of Frosthowl Frontier."

"Then..." Vivian stood on her toes, using her arms around his neck as leverage to reach his ears. Teasingly, she whispered directly into his ear, "Am I to call you my Lord?"

A low groan sounded in Ronan’s throat.

He was accustomed to being addressed as ’My Lord’ by his clansmen or in formal gatherings, but hearing it from Vivian? Especially the devilish seductive way the title rolled off her tongue.

"Say it again, princess," Ronan demanded, his fingers digging into her hips.

"My Lord, you’re so tense," Vivian teased again, her warm breath ghosting over his ear. "Do you like me calling you that?"

Just as Ronan was about to respond, they were disturbed by a knock on the door. As much as the Lycan Alpha wanted nothing more to tear apart the one who was audacious enough to interrupt his time with his mate, he was awarded with little choice.

Abandoning Vivian briefly and answering the door, he found Lady Morgana at the threshold.

The Coven Leader informed him that she was prepared to explain the procedure of the Triune Circle and to have Vivian accompany him soon.

Unbothered to engage in much idle chatter, Ronan agreed and returned to Vivian. And as much as he wished to ravish her again, he had to reserve it for another time.

He accompanied Vivian to the bath pools, tended to the wounds under her feet and brought her back to their chambers, where they dried off and changed into more casual, comfortable garments.

Ronan would be with her every step of the way.