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Vivian’s lips parted timidly yet eagerly as Ronan guided her by his lead. A sweet sensation began to stir in the centre of her being, a warmth so enticing and yet so foreign. She desired more and desperately pressed her body closer yet, feeling the hardness of his strong chest and the powerful structure of his arms curling around her lower back.
Ronan briefly pulled back, his hand gliding up her leg where the slit of her makeshift skirt was situated. His eyes were lured by the curve of her thigh, the taut thrust of her breasts beneath the fabric of the shirt and the smooth slope of her back.
Ronan ached for Vivian just as much as her body craved his.
He’d been in a state of arousal ever since the first whiff of her scent assailed his senses and his human half might despise himself now for submitting to his desires, but his instincts and Lycan had reacted before he could declare his objections.
He was on fire and he never wanted a woman so much in his life.
Vivian had become aware of his lust and his tense amber eyes flicked up to hers and he groaned, recognising the wild plea reflected in the pretty emerald of her eyes.
Ronan’s hands slid up her sides, caressing the soft skin of her abdomen, palming over it to observe in satisfaction as she arched her back. He reached the plump swell of her breasts underneath her shirt, pausing momentarily before cupping them gently in his large palms, her nipples hardening and budding beneath the thin material of the bandage.
Vivian’s breath hitched, arching into his touch.
"It feels...feels good." The she-wolf confessed almost breathlessly, her eyes rolling back from the heat of Ronan’s hands kneading her breasts tenderly, his thumbs brushing over her sensitive buds.
"Do you like that, little wolf?" Ronan asked with a hint of tease to his tone, enjoying the suppleness of her breasts under his touch.
"Yes..." Vivian admitted, overwhelmed by the way his rough skin texture grazed against her curves and softness.
Dane had never touched her this way before, nor had any other Alpha, who only ever focused on their own pleasures.
Vivian’s breathing grew uneven as small moans escaped her lips. The scent of her arousal wound around Ronan more potently, filling his nostrils and fuelling his own desire to greater heights.
The Lycan Alpha moved his fingers slowly, unravelling the bandage wrapped around her breasts all the way around her back. Vivian gasped as her breasts bounced free and bare into his palms, her chest heaving with anticipation.
Ronan gently brought the shirt over her head, removing it completely to admire the ripe beauty of her delicate body. Vivian had become self-conscious of her nakedness, now laying half bare under the heated gaze of her mate.
It wasn’t shame that propelled her hands to conceal her body, but rather disgust because of the unsightly marks, even though they were covered by strips of cloth. Ronan’s gaze narrowed and he pried her hands away carefully.
"Let me see you, little wolf," Ronan demanded, his tone velvety and rich with need. "You’re beautiful..."
It wasn’t the first time he’d ogled Vivian in her nakedness; however, this time his attraction was flamed by the appearance of her silver azure hair sprawled out beneath her head. The unrestrained way her lips parted to moan and gasp under the advances of his touch, the way her slender body curved while she gazed up at him with a flushed expression.
Unable to resist any longer. Ronan lowered his head, administering a trail of kisses down Vivian’s neck to her collarbone. He tugged the bandages free, exposing her pert buds. She gasped as the cool air washed over her heated skin.
Ronan’s tongue darted out, laving over the sensitive bud. He swirled his tongue around her sensitive nipple, eliciting a breathy moan from her lips.
Such sweet music to my ears.
His Lycan half thought.
Ronan’s hand kneaded her other breast, fingers teasing the responsive peak. Meanwhile, Vivian’s fingers grasp at the hems of her shawl, her body melting and begging for more.
The Lycan Alpha’s teeth grazed over her bud, catching the little bundle of nerves between them, which made Vivian release an involuntary cry with her head thrashing back.
"So responsive for me, little wolf, Ronan teased with a pleased chuckle, repeating the action on her other bud to draw out the same sweet reaction. "Perhaps I’ll have you enjoy something better."
Vivian swallowed hard at his declarations, desperate to receive and know what other pleasures the Lycan Alpha could reward her with.
Slowly, Ronan trailed kisses down to her taught belly, his hands caressing her thighs. Looking up through predatory eyes, his gaze narrowed and darkened with excitement.
"May I taste you, little wolf?" Ronan questioned, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.
Vivian nodded slowly, her core aching for the Lycan Alpha’s attention as she bit her lip.
No Alpha had ever done this for her before; thus, she was curious about the degrees of pleasure it would give her.
Ronan skilfully pulled free the knot that mended her shawl together at the side of her waist, prying the material away along with the bandages hiding her dignity.
He gently parted her thighs, savouring and inhaling her intoxicating scent deeply. He noticed how damp the bandages were, a result of her every growing arousal.
"You’re soaked, little wolf," Ronan whispered, exposing her most intimate area. His eyes flashed more prominently with lust upon the sight and shape of Vivian. "Pretty and pink." He licked his lips, a primal starvation lingering in his voice and eyes.
Vivian felt ashamed of her carnal greed. She covered her face with both her hands, afraid to express the way she felt.
"Don’t hide from me, sweetheart," Ronan warned, demanding that she remove her hands from her face and she did so obediently. "I want to watch you come undone."
Vivian propped herself up on her elbows, her brows drawn together tightly as Ronan placed a soft kiss on her inner thigh, then another closer to her centre.
Vivian could see the unmasked want on his face when the flames of the fire shadowed over his expression, illuminating his predatory, handsome features even in the darkness.
She whimpered, her lips lifting slightly in anticipation.
Ronan’s tongue darted outwards, licking a slow stripe up her slit. Vivian gasped loudly, her fingers instinctively tangling in the thick, curly locks of his dark hair.
"Oh! Ronan..." She moaned softly and the Lycan Alpha nearly abandoned all sense of restraint.
It was the first time she’d uttered his name since their meeting and how deliciously alluring his name sounded, rolling off her tongue because of the pleasure he made her feel. Her soft, innocent voice was both a honeyed blessing and a curse.
If she moaned his name again, Ronan was uncertain he’d be able to account for what happened next.