CHAPTER 251: WANT MORE

Riven leaned against the padded carriage seat, arms crossed, gaze drifting out the window as the wheels bumped along the dirt road. He wasn’t sure if the swaying of the carriage was relaxing or nauseating—maybe both. What really threw him off was just... How weird it all felt.

Horse-drawn carriages were not a thing in the wolf clan. Wolves ran. That’s what they did. Rain or snow, river or mountain, if you couldn’t shift and sprint twenty miles without losing your breath, were you even wolf enough? And out of all the clans, only wolves did this. Even bunnies used carriages and horses!

"You’re fidgeting," came Soren’s voice, smooth as ever, from the seat beside him.

Riven didn’t look at him. "I’m not."

"You’ve adjusted your sleeve five times in the past minute."

"Maybe I just like my sleeves straight." That was false, there was nothing about him that was straight.

Soren chuckled lowly and—like he’d been waiting for the perfect opening—circled his arm around Riven’s waist and pulled him closer. His hand settled on Riven’s hip, his fingers curling in like he had every right to be there.

"Why are you worried? Have some faith in me."

Soren said, resting his chin lightly on Riven’s shoulder, which was incredibly unfair. That kind of soft affection was his weakness. But not today. Riven had enough on his mind.

He was on his way to confront Leon, the guy he left after sharing... A night, no, technically it was in the afternoon, so after sharing an afternoon together.

Riven’s stomach twisted, and not just from the bumpy ride. What was he even going to say to Leon? He was going to pretend it never happened, like a good playwolf he was.

’I am truly scum-’ Ah, the glamorous life of a playwolf.

Soren’s voice broke through his spiralling. "You’re thinking too much again."

"I’m not thinking anything," Riven lied, glancing at the sunset outside to change the subject. The sky was a smear of honey-orange and soft lavender. "Nice evening, huh?"

Soren hummed. "Mmm. Quiet. Peaceful. No one is trying to steal you away from me."

"Yet," Riven muttered.

Soren hugged him a little tighter, as if sensing his thoughts.

Riven stilled for a second. That hug—it wasn’t possessive or forceful. It was grounding. Reassuring. It told him, without words, that Soren had his back.

He thought about what Soren had said earlier. "This is the only alone time we’ve had without interruption."

That was true. They were alone. Just the two of them. Quiet. Close. It had been a week since he saw Soren, he missed him just as much.

Riven tilted his head and looked up at Soren. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

Soren met his eyes, and instantly, he understood.

That was the thing about Soren. He didn’t need it to be put into words. A glance was enough for Soren to understand.

Soren leaned down, closing the distance between them.

Their lips met in a slow, warm kiss.

Riven’s hand slipped up, fingers curling around the back of Soren’s neck as he kissed him back, deepening the connection. He didn’t overthink things anymore. He did not intend to go after anyone else anymore. Soren and Ronan were enough!

Well, maybe just one more. He could never let go of the bunny MC!

The kiss wasn’t rushed or hungry. It was unhurried. Intimate.

Soren’s hand rested gently on Riven’s hip, his fingers digging into Riven’s flesh as he pulled him closer.

while his other curled behind Riven’s head, angling him just so. He kissed like someone who had waited too long for this moment—cherishing every second.

Riven’s fingers brushed through Soren’s hair, soft and thick under his touch. He smiled into the kiss, feeling a low hum of contentment in his chest.

This—this was what he needed. No drama, just love. Soren pulled away for a moment, taking in the view in front of him, Riven blushing and panting as the golden sunlight shone on his face, his green eyes sparkled and filled with him and only him.

The carriage rolled through the evening, the rhythmic clatter of the wheels mixing with the soft sounds of night. Inside, Soren sat close to Riven, whose black wolf ears twitched with anticipation. The dim lantern light flickered against Riven’s striking green eyes, creating an intoxicating atmosphere.

Riven smirked, his wolf tail flicking against the fabric of the seat. "You want to stop?"

"Never." Soren leaned in, capturing Riven’s lips with his own. It was more aggressive and urgent than before.

As Soren trailed kisses down Riven’s neck, his wolf ears perked up, revealing his growing excitement. "Riven," Soren murmured against his skin, his voice husky with desire, "I want you."

Riven’s eyes widened. He told himself that they would not have carriage sex but damn! This was hot! He was a greedy wolf, and he did not want to stick to his words!

The carriage jostled along the cobblestone streets, the rhythm matching the pounding of Riven’s heart. Soren’s lips were hot and insistent against his, their tongues dancing in a primal rhythm. Riven’s wolf ears twitched with every sensation, his tail flicking restlessly behind him.

Soren’s hands roamed over Riven’s body, tracing the muscles of his chest before sliding lower, teasing the waistband of his pants. Riven gasped into the kiss, his own hands gripping Soren’s shoulders, pulling him closer.

"Soren," Riven panted, breaking the kiss to trail his lips down Soren’s jaw, nipping at his earlobe. "I want you..."

Soren growled low in his throat, his fingers deftly unfastening Riven’s pants, pushing them down to reveal his arousal. Riven kicked them off, his legs spreading wide in invitation. Soren’s eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight of Riven, bare and ready beneath him.

Riven’s tail wrapped around Soren’s wrist, guiding his hand to where he needed it most. Soren smiled, a wicked curve of his lips as he leaned down, capturing Riven’s mouth in another searing kiss. His fingers wrapped around Riven’s length, stroking him with firm, sure movements.

Riven moaned, his hips bucking into Soren’s touch. "More," he demanded, his voice a low growl.