Riven barely had the chance to pull away, his body pinned between the cold, unyielding wall and the relentless presence of the Alpha in front of him. The stone bit into his back, halting any attempt to escape, and he found himself trapped—emotionally, physically, wholly.
Ronan didn't let up, his kiss persistent and raw, as if he were trying to etch his name into Riven's soul with every press of his lips.
Riven's hands moved on their own, nails curling and digging into Ronan's back, drawing a hiss from the Alpha. He hadn't intended to hurt him—maybe he had, a little—but even that sharp sting didn't slow Ronan. If anything, it only seemed to drive him further.
Ronan's body was a wall of heat, trembling with restraint. The desperation he tried to hide—unsuccessfully—was thick in the air between them.
