CHAPTER 236: A RUSH

He swiftly locked the door, the click of the bolt giving him some relief, no one was going to interrupt them. He might not remember at the moment that doors could always be broken down.

He leaned against the door for a moment, catching his breath.

He was no fool, he understood why Troy had been outside his room, looming like a guardian. "For your safety," he’d said. But Riven knew that wasn’t the full truth.

Riven stepped further into the room, his eyes darting toward the bed. The mere thought of Soren’s presence sent jolts of electricity through him, intensifying his pulse.

Soren was awake, his silhouette barely discernible in the dim light. As Riven entered the room, he felt the intensity of Soren’s gaze, sharp and predatory, sending a shiver down his spine. It was as if Soren were a coiled spring, ready to pounce.

Riven moved cautiously towards the bed, the soft flicker of candlelight casting playful shadows across the room. He could feel the heat radiating off of Soren. He gulped and smiled softly to himself. He absolutely loved this man and the way he desired him.

Every instinct in him screamed to close the distance, to give in to the primal need that had driven him here, but a sliver of hesitation lingered in the back of his mind.

That hesitation vanished the moment he was within Soren’s reach. In one swift motion, Soren grabbed him, the force of it both electrifying and startling. Riven gasped as he was yanked onto the bed, the world around him tilting as he landed against Soren’s solid form. Before he could process anything, Soren captured his lips with a heat that took Riven by surprise.

The kiss was raw and demanding, igniting every nerve ending within Riven. Soren’s tongue slipped between his lips, boldly exploring, as Riven instinctively responded, matching the energy and urgency Soren felt.

Riven’s breath hitched as Soren’s teeth grazed his lower lip, a playful bite that sent jolts of heat straight to his core. He felt a surge of adrenaline that made him cry out softly.

This was not enough. He wanted more. A lot more.

Riven tangled his fingers in Soren’s hair, pulling him closer, wanting no space between them. He surrendered to the chaos within him, letting go of any last remnants of restraint. Annoyed at Soren? Nope! Not him!

With their lips still connected, Riven felt the heat between them intensify as Soren’s hands began to explore. Their kisses were hot, wet and messy. It was just raw desire at this point.

Every brush of Soren’s lips against his skin sent his mind spinning. He could not concentrate or put his mind to it. It was just his body acting on its own.

Soren’s fingers danced along the hem of Riven’s shirt, teasingly tugging it upwards. He broke the kiss just long enough to pull the fabric over Riven’s head, tossing it aside carelessly. Instantly, Riven felt exposed but excited. It was certainly not his first time, he did not have shame to begin with and any amount that was left was gone with the wind a long time ago.

"Do I need your permission Riven?" He repeated the words Ronan had said earlier... About him touching Riven without asking.

Riven shook his head, his breath unsteady, "You can do whatever you want with me."

Soren let out a low growl that sent shivers down Riven’s spine.

Soren’s gaze roamed over Riven’s chest, taking in the subtle curve of his muscles, the way his skin glistened in the candlelight. Encouraged by Soren’s admiration, Riven leaned in, capturing Soren’s lips again, pouring every ounce of yearning into the kiss.

As they kissed, Riven’s hands found their way to Soren’s shirt, fingers quickly working the buttons loose. He was getting annoyed because suddenly he was bad at this! He could not get them off!

Soren allowed Riven to undress him, his own hands continuing their exploration, trailing down Riven’s sides and over the contours of his body. Soren chuckled with his deep voice that made Riven’s ears turn red. He finally managed to get it off.

Once Soren’s shirt fell away, Riven’s palms glided over the warm skin of Soren’s chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath. He kissed along Soren’s collarbone, savouring the taste of him, relishing the way Soren responded with a soft sigh that echoed like music in Riven’s ears. He travelled lower, kissing along Soren’s defined abs, it was like he was sculpted out of marble.

Soren’s hands found the waistband of Riven’s pants, he worked swiftly to undo the button and zipper. Riven’s breath hitched, knowing what was about to come.

Soren wasted no time in undoing his own zipper. He felt a rush of adrenaline as his cock sprang free, hard and ready for action. The sight alone sent heat pooling in Riven’s belly, igniting a desperate hunger within him.

Riven’s entrance was already covered in slick, the heat that had consumed him prepared him for this well in advance. He could feel the delicious weight of anticipation hanging in the air between them. Soren’s eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of Riven, glowing and eager.

With a firm yet gentle grip, Soren lifted Riven, positioning him over his cock. Riven gasped as Soren’s hands guided him down, feeling the head of Soren’s cock press against his entrance, not fully inserting but teasingly close. The sensation sent shivers racing down Riven’s spine and gave him goosebumps, he could help but moan.

"Just like that," Soren murmured, his voice thick with desire, encouraging Riven to move. Riven felt the heat of Soren’s body beneath him, the way his muscles tensed as Riven shifted. Every inch of him craved to feel more, to be filled completely, but the delicious pressure of anticipation was intoxicating.

Riven’s breath caught in his throat as he found a rhythm, grinding down just enough to feel Soren in him. The sensation was electric, just the insertion alone was enough to make him shiver.

"Move now, little wolf."