Riven stiffened for a second at the sensation, the unexpected wetness making him blink in surprise. A shiver ran up his spine, not from the cold but from the sudden change in Ronan’s energy.
His hands moved to Ronan’s shoulders instinctively, aning to push him back and ask what was wrong—but Ronan held him tighter, one arm around his back, the other hand pressing gently behind his thigh to keep him close.
Riven exhaled slowly, letting his resistance lt. He raised one hand higher and reached into Ronan’s hair. The strands were as soft as they looked, snow-white and thick, the kind of hair that easily drew envy. His fingers spread deep through it, parting the strands at the roots and slowly combing them back with his nails.
This was the only way he could offer comfort... At least in this position anyway.
He combed Ronan’s hair through once, twice, before letting it slip from between his fingers like falling silk.
It was such a quiet, intimate gesture.
"Ronan..." he called out, voice no louder than a whisper. It was soft, calm, without judgnt.
But Ronan didn’t lift his head. He stayed there, hidden in Riven’s neck, as if the world would disappear if he held on long enough.
He inhaled deeply. Riven’s scent surrounded him. Not just on his skin, but in his lungs, in his soul. That scent—his mate’s—was his anchor, his comfort, and his tornt all in one.
Slowly, Ronan nuzzled closer, rubbing his face along Riven’s neck and shoulder. He was trying to spread his own scent onto him, trying to make sure that Riven slled more like him than anything else.
More like his.
He said nothing.
There was no aggression in his grip. Just sothing desperate. Fragile.
His neck and face were not the only ones to move.
His hips did, maybe or maybe not subconsciously. The friction between his erect cock and Riven’s sensitive mber made Riven moan right into Ronan’s ears which he seed to enjoy.
He was triumphant. He no longer cried. His hip started to thrust harder and faster, trying to get Riven to moan louder. Riven could feel it on his sensitive mber, the pleasure, the rubbing... And he could not do anything about it. He was backed into a wall literally, and Ronan held all the power.
"Aahh- Ro- Ronan... Please..." Riven’s watery, unfocused eyes tried to plead with the Alpha, who seed to be losing control. He wanted to be a beast and take Riven right now.
Ronan’s lips and fangs grazed Riven slowly... From his neck to his cheeks and finally stopped on Riven’s lips. He did not kiss them, he simply whispered against them, "Please what? Do you want to stop?" He asked. Though he did not think he could comply if Riven said no.
He could hear Riven’s own wolf calling out to him. It desperately wanted him as much as he wanted it.
"No. I don’t want you to stop..." Riven’s eyes were closed, and he did not lean to kiss either. He whispered these words against Ronan’s lips, just like he did to him. "I want you to... Take , kiss harder... And I want to feel you in ."
Those were the words he wanted to say but could not. His mouth occupied, Ronan made sure of that. Riven slowly opened his eyes to see what was going on in front of him.
Ronan had his eyes open too, and they were wide open, as if he did not expect Riven would admit it to him. Their panting breathing filled the silence. They simply kept looking at each other.
"The wall feels cold..." Riven muttered, breaking the silence between them.
And Ronan quickly understood what that ant. With a tug, he pulled Riven forward and firmly grasped him. His hands were back on Riven’s rear. He felt the tail trying to touch his hands, swinging and tickling them as much as it could.
He carried Riven back to his room. He could navigate his mansion with his eyes closed, and that ca as an advantage because he did not want to break eye contact with his mate. Whenever he looked at Riven so intently, he would respond with a blush. A beautiful red that tinged his cheeks and made them look so... Biteable.
Riven was done being awkward. The silence and stillness had stretched too long, and frankly, he was bored. Being carried back to their room—cradled against Ronan’s warm chest like so delicate thing—was getting dull.
So, he decided to take matters into his own hands.
Leaning in, Riven tilted his face toward Ronan’s and captured his lips in a sudden, assertive kiss.
Ronan staggered just slightly, caught off guard by the shift in energy. But he didn’t stop walking. His eyes fluttered closed, his steps slower, more careful now, as if every stride risked shattering the mont.
Riven pressed further, deciding then and there that he would be the one in control tonight. No more yielding. No more being handled like he was sothing Ronan wanted to worship. He wanted to be treated like a dirty little dog instead.
He ca for a good ti, not an intense love triangle drama that he was now caught up in. Co on... Let’s all just have a good ti!
His tongue darted out, soft and playful, tracing Ronan’s lower lip once, then again. A deliberate circle. Slow. Wet. Teasing.
He felt Ronan’s breath hitch, the pace of his heartbeat quicken where their chests touched. Good.
Without breaking contact, Riven deepened the kiss. He slipped his tongue inside, not forceful but confident. He explored Ronan’s mouth at his own pace, brushing against every tooth with the tip of his tongue. A slow, reverent touch over smooth enal and sharp canines. He’d been thinking about those all night. They were dangerous, seductive—and he wanted them.
Ronan groaned softly, but his tongue didn’t fight back. He let Riven take control, his hands tightening slightly beneath him, arms shifting as he adjusted his hold. Riven smirked into the kiss.
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