Chapter 94: Not Merciful
Riven raised his chin, determined to keep up the act. "What are you going to do about it? I might just go back to him—"
Before he could finish his sentence, Ronan’s grip tightened even more, but there was no pain—just a desperate possessiveness that almost made Riven’s resolve crumble. Ronan pressed his forehead against Riven’s, his voice trembling with both anger and hurt.
"Don’t say that," Ronan whispered, his tone almost pleading now. "Don’t even joke about it. I... I can’t take it." His cold eyes were not scary, but they looked scared instead.
Riven’s smirk faltered, and a pang of guilt settled in his chest. He hadn’t expected Ronan to react like this, so vulnerable and almost broken. His fingers unconsciously moved to brush through Ronan’s silver hair, and he sighed softly.
"It wasn’t a joke," he murmured, though his tone had softened. "But... I guess you’re making up for it now." And he still had to make it up to him. He was going to milk it for all it was worth.
Burying his face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent like it was the only thing grounding him. "You’re mine," Ronan whispered fiercely. "You are MY mate."
He planted wet kisses on Riven’s neck, and completely disobeying Riven’s earlier request, he tried his best to erase the mark that Soren had left on his neck. From licking Riven in that area and biting again.
If Ronan had his way, Riven would not be able to move by the time he was done. He was as careful as he could while still being aggressive it was a rare balance he was getting used to. He continued to thrust harder, hoping that Riven would moan louder, and it worked.
Pleased with it, he glided his hand over Riven’s muscles all the way up and then cupped his cheek. Riven, who was barely holding onto his moans, turned to bite Ronan. His teeth sank into Ronan’s forearm, and Ronan simply smiled at Riven, indulging him.