Chapter 90: Marked Again
Ronan knew exactly why Riven wanted him to mark the other side—because Soren’s mark still lingered there, faint but undeniable. It made something primal stir in Ronan’s chest, the possessive urge to claim his mate completely, to erase any trace of another. Deep breaths, Ronan.
He didn’t want to push Riven away again. He swallowed down his jealousy, forcing it to the back of his mind, and gave Riven a subtle nod. "Alright," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rasp.
Ronan shifted, his hands moving to grip Riven’s waist as he guided him to lay back on the bed, his body pressing down just enough to make Riven feel trapped without being overbearing.
Ronan lowered his head, his nose brushing against Riven’s throat, inhaling deeply as he nuzzled the unmarked side of his neck. Riven shivered at the sensation, the rough scrape of stubble against his sensitive skin sending jolts of heat straight to his core.
You’re mine," Ronan whispered, his voice rough with need as he dragged his lips over Riven’s scent gland, letting his breath fan over the skin. "No one else can have you." He said that, but he knew the truth.
Riven bit his lip, refusing to let a sound escape. He wouldn’t give Ronan that satisfaction, not after everything he’d put him through. But it was hard to ignore how his body reacted, how the familiar scent of his mate made his heart race and his body ache with anticipation.
Ronan continued to trace the edge of Riven’s scent gland with his tongue, his hands holding Riven’s hips firmly in place. The warmth of his mouth made Riven’s toes curl, and he cursed Ronan for teasing him.
Before he could think too much, Ronan’s teeth grazed the skin, just enough to make him gasp, and the sound sent a surge of satisfaction through Ronan’s veins.
Riven tensed, his body instinctively arching into Ronan’s touch, but he didn’t pull away. The tension between them was thick enough to suffocate, and Riven hated how easily Ronan seemed to unravel him.