Riven smiled with the kind of mischief that made Ronan's heart skip a beat. It was the smile of a wolf with a plan, and Ronan knew better than to underestimate it. But even as he lay beneath his mate, still shirtless, feeling the warmth of Riven's body against his own, he didn't expect what was coming.
Because Riven wasn't playing around. He was done being the one always gasping, blushing, or being caught off guard. The world had seen enough of Riven being teased and pushed until he was a flushed mess.
Tonight, he had every intention of turning the tables.
"Ronan..." Riven purred, his voice syrupy sweet.
That tone immediately made Ronan raise a brow. It was the kind of tone that came before something dangerous—or delightfully devious.
