"I can't be mad at you, little wolf. You are mine. Don't forget that, little wolf. You can stay with him, you can even try to make it fair, but your heart—" He kissed his way up Riven's jaw, pausing to lick at the shell of his ear. "Your heart belongs to me."
Riven sucked in a shaky breath, his thoughts scattering like leaves in a storm. It was overwhelming but in a good way.
Soren's hands slipped under his shirt, warm palms splaying over his bare back, and the thought melted away.
Soren pulled back just enough to look at him, his gaze filled with unspoken emotions that made Riven's chest ache. "You don't get to leave me behind," he said, his voice low and rough. "Even if you're going to that mutt's territory, I'll come for you. Don't think you're escaping me."
