Chapter 238: Far From Over
Ronan stepped onto the bed, the sheets cool against his skin, contrasting sharply with the heat radiating from Riven. As he settled in beside them, he could feel the raw energy and pheromones Riven was giving off.
Soren’s dirty blond hair glinted in the dim light, and his black eyes narrowed in unspoken challenge as their gazes locked.
Riven, caught in the swirl of primal heat, looked between the two of them, his black hair framing his face, wolf ears twitching in anticipation. The tension was thick, each of them vying for dominance, driven by the instinct to claim what was theirs. Ronan felt the urge rise within him, a fierce need to take Riven, to make him his in every way possible.
But Soren was just as determined, a predatory glint in his gaze. "I will have him first," Soren growled, a hint of playful challenge underlining his words.
Ronan’s icy blue eyes flickered with a mix of challenge and desire. "He’s mine too," he replied, his voice low and hoarse. Ronan agreed to join them, but Soren did not agree to this mutt joining them.
Riven squirmed between them, a blend of excitement and uncertainty written on his face. Their fierce gazes were locked, but now it was Riven who took centre stage, his green eyes wide with need. The heat was wrapping around him, fogging his thoughts, making him crave more than just one of them. Usually he was horny... But now, he was extra-horny!
"Stop...Fighting," Riven breathed, his voice trembling with anticipation.
It was a plea that ignited something primal in both Ronan and Soren, and he watched as they momentarily faltered. Hearing Riven say that with his soft voice and those watery green eyes made both of them want to pounce on him, but they were at an impasse, and Riven’s needs were only growing stronger.
He caught Riven peeking at Ronan often and smelling him. Hah... Stupid pheromones, stupid wolves, stupid everything. Nothing would go his way. Was this punishment for him taking things that did not belong to him by force? Now he was forced to share someone.
"Alright," Soren relented, the fight leaving his stance. "I can settle for his mouth." The corners of his mouth curled up, a wicked grin replacing the earlier tension. He did so many things, so many new things since he met Riven. Things that he would never think of doing.
Ronan leaned in, capturing Riven’s lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. Riven melted into it, his body pressing closer to Ronan’s as their tongues danced together. Behind him, Soren began to plant soft, teasing kisses down Riven’s spine, each touch sending shivers through his body. Riven’s back arched slightly, his wolf ears twitching with every delicate press of Soren’s lips.
As Soren reached the base of Riven’s back, his fingers trailed lower, teasing the sensitive skin. Riven gasped into Ronan’s mouth as Soren’s index and middle fingers gently pushed into his entrance, the sudden intrusion sending a wave of pleasure coursing through him.