Chapter 97: Bath
Ronan and Soren were standing in the hallway, glaring at each other like two wolves ready to rip each other’s throats out. Ronan had a bedsheet wrapped around his waist, tied almost like a towel, his bare torso exposed and gleaming under the dim light.
His silver hair cascaded over his shoulder in a messy but alluring way. Soren, on the other hand, looked as handsome and intimidating as ever, his eyes narrowed and full of barely concealed fury.
Riven raised a brow, his lips quirking up in amusement. "Seriously, guys? Why so serious?"
Both men froze and looked over at him, their tense expressions faltering for just a moment.
He glanced between them again, and his thoughts wandered into dangerous territory. Soren’s looking hot as always, and Ronan’s just casually half-naked like some kind of seductive beast... A random thought popped into his mind, and he couldn’t help but wonder, if they did it, who would be the top?
He barely managed to keep his musings to himself, biting his lip to avoid voicing them out loud. That was a mental image they weren’t prepared to deal with.
Soren’s eyes flicked down, and his frown deepened as he noticed Riven wearing Ronan’s shirt. The possessiveness in his gaze sharpened to a cutting edge, and before Riven could even blink, Soren was in front of him, grabbing him by the waist and pulling him into his arms.
Riven’s tail shot straight up in surprise, and he instinctively put his hands against Soren’s chest to balance himself. "Woah—"
Soren’s voice dropped to a low, almost growling tone. "Go back to our room and change your shirt before I rip it off of you."