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.

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.

Riven’s mind was a whirlwind of sensations, the heat intensifying every touch, every kiss. He could barely think, consumed by the stimulation. Back and front, he could not think straight.

"Ronan... Soren..." Riven gasped, his voice a mix of pleasure and desperation. His body trembled, the overstimulation threatening to overwhelm him. But he loved every second of it, the intensity of their touch, the heat of their bodies pressed against his.

This was his favourite type of sandwich.

Soren’s fingers moved inside him, stretching and preparing him, while Ronan’s cock rubbed against his, the friction building a delicious tension. Riven’s breath came in short, ragged gasps, his body on the brink of ecstasy.

Ronan reclaimed Riven’s lips, his kiss hungry and demanding. Riven moaned into his mouth, the sound vibrating through both of them. Ronan’s free hand roamed Riven’s chest, finding his nipples and squeezing, rolling the sensitive peaks between his fingers. Each touch sent jolts of pleasure straight to Riven’s core, making him gasp and moan into Ronan’s mouth.

Behind Riven, Soren was far from idle. He spread Riven wider, inserting a third finger into his tight entrance. Riven yelped in surprise, his back arching sharply, tail standing up straight.

Soren’s fingers danced in him, preparing him for more, as his other hand gripped Riven’s hip, holding him steady. He aimed for Riven’s G-spot, not letting him even breathe for a second, he attacked that spot.

Riven panted, his body trembling from the intense sensation. The burn of the stretch was overwhelming, but the pleasure that followed was intoxicating.

"Fuck, Riven," Soren growled, his voice thick with lust as he worked his fingers deeper, feeling Riven’s insides wrap his fingers so tight made him want to fuck him right then. Riven was right in front of him, prepared... Who was going to stop him?

Ronan broke the kiss, his lips trailing down to Riven’s jaw, then his neck, sucking and biting gently. His hand continued to tease Riven’s nipples, pinching and rolling them between his fingers, drawing out more desperate moans. Riven’s cock throbbed, leaking precum as Ronan’s length pressed against it, the friction was maddening.

The room filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing, Riven’s moans, and the wet, slick noises of Soren’s fingers pumping in and out of him. The scent of their arousal was thick in the air.

Ronan’s breath hitched as he noticed the unmistakable tension building within Soren. It was clear Soren was on the brink, unable to mask his desire any longer. Ronan leaned closer and increased the pace in response. Riven arrived. There was a playful glint in Ronan’s eyes. With a sudden burst he released himself, the warm essence splattering against Ronan’s skin, leaving a tingling reminder of the moment. Things were far from over.