Soren hissed softly at the sting, his muscles tensing beneath Riven's lips. But the little wolf only grinned in satisfaction, running his tongue over the spot before pulling back to admire his work.
When he looked up, he saw Soren staring at him with a mixture of surprise and intrigue, his head tilted slightly as if questioning his sanity.
Riven smirked, giving him a cocky, almost domineering look—like he was the one in control for once. "From now on," Riven announced, trying to sound commanding, "Only I am allowed to scratch you, bite you, and leave marks on you. Got that?"
Soren stared at him for a moment, his expression almost unreadable. Then, with a sudden motion, he grabbed Riven's waist and pulled him closer, their chests pressed together. A low chuckle rumbled from his throat, and he leaned in until their noses almost touched. "Oh? Is that your way of staking a claim on me, little wolf?"
