Chapter 211: Need
He grabbed one of the soft blankets from the foot of the bed, tugging it loose with ease.
Leon watched, confused, until Riven returned with the blanket in hand and a dangerous glint in his eyes.
"Wait, what are you—?"
Before Leon could finish, Riven was on him again, this time pinning his wrists down against the headboard.
"You like to be in control, huh?" Riven muttered. "Well, let’s see how you do without it for a bit."
Leon wriggled in protest, but Riven expertly wrapped the blanket around his wrists, tying it securely to the wooden posts.
"You dare bind your king?" Leon asked, half-scandalised, half-intrigued.
He did not really mind this position, every touch of Riven’s made him feel good.
"Your Majesty," Riven said dryly, "if you don’t stop trying to throw yourself at me like a mutt in heat, I will wack you with a pillow."
Leon let out an offended gasp.
Riven tugged once more on the bindings to make sure they were secure. Leon’s wrists were cushioned by the soft fabric, but the message was clear—he wasn’t going anywhere.