Chapter 21 - In Heat?
R- Rip it off? Riven wanted to squeal! His eyes could not be taken off of Ronan who slowly loosened his tie...
Ronan's fingers worked his tie loose, the black silk sliding between them with agonising slowness. The sharp tug he gave at the end sent a jolt straight down Riven's spine.
His ears twitched, his tail flicking in anticipation, but he was rooted in place. He shouldn't be staring. But damn it, how could he not?
Ronan's icy blue eyes burned into him, filled with something dark and unreadable. No, not unreadable—dangerous. He was angry. Very angry. And Riven was making it worse.
"You're not moving," Ronan said, voice low, dangerous. He gave him orders did he not? Was he daring to disobey the Alpha?
Riven swallowed hard. He wanted to move, but his legs weren't listening.
The tie was discarded. Then Ronan rolled his sleeves up. Slowly. Methodically. One fold at a time.
The veins in his forearms flexed, muscles tightening. Riven knew it was intentional—knew Ronan was drawing this out, making him watch, making him feel the weight of what was coming.
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His stomach clenched, his heart hammering so fast he thought it would give him away.
Ronan took a step closer.
Riven instinctively backed up, but the bed was right behind him. His knees hit the edge, and before he could catch himself, he was sinking down onto the mattress.
A mistake.
Ronan followed.
He placed one knee between Riven's legs, gripping the bed frame with one hand. His other hand reached for his collar, popping open the first button, then the second. The fabric parted just enough to reveal a sliver of his toned chest, the defined cut of his collarbone. The heat radiating from his body was suffocating.
Riven felt lightheaded. Or maybe he was just drunk on the tension.
"You said you didn't want to come with me," Ronan murmured. His voice was softer now, but no less commanding. "You don't want to follow orders? Then I should punish you, shouldn't I? It is only logical."
The rational Alpha came to this conclusion, it was a good reason, a justifiable reason. Riven should be punished.
Riven could barely think, let alone speak. His mouth opened, but nothing came out.
Ronan's hand reached for the neat low ponytail his silver white hair was always tied into, and with one swift motion, he set his hair free, it was almost symbolic in a way. He let his desires run free, he did not look like the perfect, put together alpha, he was simply a man with wild desires.
Ronan leaned in, lips barely an inch from his, breath hot against his skin. "Say it again," he ordered, voice almost a growl. "Tell me you don't want this. Tell me you don't want to go with me."
Riven's mouth parted, his throat dry. He was ready to say something, but Ronan didn't wait.
He pushed him back. Riven gasped as he landed against the bed, Ronan's weight following, pressing him down. Strong hands pinned his wrists above his head, effortlessly locking him in place.
His wolf instincts flared up—his body reacting on its own, the primal part of him thrilled at being caged like this, at being dominated.
Ronan dipped his head lower, lips grazing along Riven's jaw, not quite touching, just enough to tease, enough to make Riven's breath stutter.
"You smell like trouble," Ronan murmured, voice thick with heat. "Like someone begging to be ruined."
Riven's stomach flipped. His legs squeezed together involuntarily, but Ronan was there—everywhere, caging him in, taking up every inch of his space.
"Tell me to stop," Ronan said. A challenge, a dare.
Riven clenched his fists. His entire body was screaming with heat, but the last thing he wanted was for Ronan to stop.
Ronan's grip on Riven's wrists tightened for a fraction of a second before he exhaled sharply. His body was drumming with heat—his control slipping. He had been trying, trying so damn hard to hold himself back, but Riven was making it impossible.
Riven might not have been able to shift into a wolf, but his body still responded to instinct. And right now, every instinct in him was crying out.
Ronan's lips curled into something feral. "You will learn the Alpha's wrath."
And then he kissed him.
It wasn't soft. It wasn't gentle. It was all-consuming.
Riven gasped against his mouth, and Ronan took advantage, deepening the kiss immediately, swallowing every little sound Riven made. His tongue slid against Riven's, demanding, possessive. Riven struggled at first, his body tensing beneath him, but only for a moment.
Then he melted. This was what he wanted, he was getting it so why fight it?
Riven was slightly confused as well. Many things happened on his first day as a guy... And he was still getting used to... The anatomy...
His tail curled around Ronan's thigh, clinging to him the same way his fingers had curled into the sheets. His wolf ears flicked wildly, betraying his rising excitement. Every movement, every touch sent heat pooling deep in his stomach, he was sure at this point that it had risen.
Ronan groaned against his lips. He could taste it now—Riven's scent was changing. Subtle, but there.
The heat had gotten to him.
That realisation sent a fresh wave of hunger through Ronan. No wonder he was feeling so restless, finally this little Riven understood what was happening and so did he... Why was his body and mind aching, begging him to find Riven, he thought he'd been able to suppress it, to keep it buried beneath with the sheer force of will.
Not anymore.
Not when Riven was beneath him, gasping into his mouth, his scent shifting in a way that made Ronan's blood run hot.
Riven must have realised it too, because he suddenly pulled back, panting. "Wait..." His voice was breathless, dazed. His lips were red and slick from kissing, and his ears were twitching like crazy. "I am in heat... Aren't I?"
Ronan let out a low growl annoyed that he had been stopped. "You just figured that out?"
Riven shuddered. The sound of Ronan's voice sent a thrill straight through him, his body reacting before his mind could catch up. He wanted him to whisper into his ears... He wanted his hot breath on him, he wanted to be claimed.