Chapter 132: Never Waste The Opportunity
Satisfied with the lubricant, Riven slowly aimed for Ronan’s entrance. He did not put his fingers in- no, not yet. That would be too fast and too easy. He wanted to make Ronan squirm. He was radiating pure dominant energy at this point. And as much as Riven wanted to feel hot and sexy, he was more curious, excited, and giddy with anticipation.
His middle and ring fingers were completely covered with his slick, and those fingers were slowly circling Ronan’s entrance in an effort to tease him. Didn’t he ask him to beg? He was going to do the same, for Riven was somebody who held grudges.
Ronan let out a small sigh followed by a low groan, "Riven... What are you doing?"
Riven’s ears perked up. Was this Alpha losing patience? This was not the first time Riven tied down the big bad wolf, he did it once, but once Ronan lost his patience, he would rip apart the fabric that tied his hands and claim him.
So he could not tease him too much, he could only see Ronan writhing in pleasure like the good bottom he was.
Riven eventually answered the question, "I am... Preparing you." With that his middle finger quickly entered Ronan who sucked in a sharp breath.
The half-wolf smiled as he wriggled his finger within Ronan, feeling the wetness and warmth around it.
"Nnghh- Riven-" Ronan’s low voice sounded almost pleading. Since when did the Alpha of the werewolf clan plead? Since he met Riven. The werewolves listened to him, and he listened to this half-wolf.
He was struggling to comprehend what was happening to him. The finger slipped it easier than he expected, Riven’s fingers were lubricated after all. But it caused him both pleasure and pain, none of which he could process well because he was overwhelmed.