And Riven? He just lay there, shirtless and warm, heart fluttering wildly, soaking in every second of being seen. He was there muttering Ronan's name, so soft that the alpha could barely hear it.
Riven bit his lip hard. He would rush Ronan, but that was not his style. He enjoyed going slow and letting the temptation completely overcome him. And the way Ronan was acting now was so tempting.
The Alpha would kiss his abdomen and waist, but he would also move to the base of his shaft and gently run his tongue over it. But again, abandoned it for his waist.
At this point, he was sure that Ronan, just like earlier, wanted him to whimper and beg.
And as Ronan pressed one more kiss to the dip just above his hip, Riven smiled softly to himself, eyes slipping closed. He was going to ask him, he had no other choice.
Ronan had never known he could feel like this—so desperate, so raw. It was strange, how a powerful Alpha like him. Only Riven could bring him to his knees.
