Chapter 108: A Dog’s Owner
"I can’t be mad at you, little wolf. You are mine. Don’t forget that, little wolf. You can stay with him, you can even try to make it fair, but your heart—" He kissed his way up Riven’s jaw, pausing to lick at the shell of his ear. "Your heart belongs to me."
Riven sucked in a shaky breath, his thoughts scattering like leaves in a storm. It was overwhelming but in a good way.
Soren’s hands slipped under his shirt, warm palms splaying over his bare back, and the thought melted away.
Soren pulled back just enough to look at him, his gaze filled with unspoken emotions that made Riven’s chest ache. "You don’t get to leave me behind," he said, his voice low and rough. "Even if you’re going to that mutt’s territory, I’ll come for you. Don’t think you’re escaping me."
Riven tried to catch his breath, struggling to regain his composure. "You’re such a possessive bastard," he muttered, though the fondness in his tone betrayed him. "And I love it..." He whispered so softly that one might miss it if they were not paying attention.
Soren was paying attention though, he paid attention to Riven unlike any other.
A wicked glint appeared in Soren’s eyes, and he tilted Riven’s chin up with a finger, pressing another bruising kiss to his lips, "Do you love it?" He asked, though he already got the answer.
"Answer me, little wolf," he taunted, biting down on Riven’s lower lip just enough to make him gasp.
Riven’s legs tightened around Soren’s waist, and he glared at him, cheeks flushed and eyes still hazy with desire. "I hate it," he lied, but the way his hands tugged Soren closer said otherwise.