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Chapter 57: Ecstasy

Chapter 57: Ecstasy

When Xavier’s rough hands took Riven’s length, he could not help but moan.

Riven’s body was overly stimulated. Even after the bath, the sensations still crawled over his skin like fire, too much and not enough at the same time.

His body was flushed, his mind foggy. The cold air against his damp skin only made it worse—made him feel restless, needy.

And Xavier...

Xavier was warm.

So perfectly, infuriatingly warm.

Instinct took over before he could think better of it.

Riven wriggled, his movements slow and deliberate, testing his restraints as he inched closer to the solid heat beside him. He pressed into Xavier’s side, his breath shallow, his chest rising and falling too quickly.

A soft, pleading whine escaped him.

"Make me feel comfortable at least..."

Xavier stiffened.

He understood exactly what was being asked of him.

A long, slow sigh left his lips—a sound of both resignation and helplessness.

"You’re a real pain," he muttered.

Yet, despite his words, his arms moved.

With a firm but careful touch, Xavier pulled Riven into his embrace.

His arm wrapped securely around Riven’s back, pressing their bodies together in a way that made Riven’s stomach flutter. His other hand—the one that should have remained still, the one that should not have indulged—wandered.

Fingers grazed along Riven’s bare neck, trailing slowly, deliberately downward.

A shiver rippled through Riven’s spine at the touch, his sensitive skin reacting instantly.

Xavier’s hand continued its path, tracing the faint ridges of his collarbone, then lower, gliding over his ribs, before finally resting against the flat of his stomach.

It was too much and not enough all at once.

Riven’s body tensed, his breathing hitched.

His lashes trembled as he looked up at Xavier, eyes glassy, needy, and just a little spoiled.

He looked like he’d been wronged.

Like Xavier had just committed a crime.

"Don’t tease me like that," Riven murmured, his voice a soft, pampered whimper that itched at Xavier’s mind.

Xavier’s grip tightened for just a fraction of a second before he caught himself.

He exhaled sharply, his control fraying at the edges. He had been indulging himself when he was simply supposed to help Riven and leave... But now he found himself tracing the curves and muscles of this bratty little wolf.

This was dangerous.

He couldn’t let himself slip.

Couldn’t let himself want.

Riven, however, wasn’t making it easy.

His body remained pressed against Xavier’s, his warmth soaking into him, his scent lingering like a trap.

And worst of all?

That smug, knowing glint in his half-lidded eyes, barely hidden behind feigned innocence.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

And Xavier was one moment away from losing his patience.

He swallowed hard before his second hand reached for Riven’s length which was as restless as ever. And once he got ahold of it again, Riven moaned into his ear which only excited him more. He felt the urge to hear it again.

Up and down, slow and steady, he could feel the warmth, the throb and the friction. Riven’s breathing became quicker with his motion, when he went faster, the wolf’s breath hitched and he would let out a small moan... So sweet and addicting.

Xavier had held back for too long.

He had gritted his teeth, ignored the fire, and willed his instincts into submission.

But Riven...

This damned brat was determined to break him.

Nestled so comfortably in Xavier’s arms, he shifted closer, pressing against him in a way that made heat coil deep in Xavier’s gut.

Then—

A wet, deliberate stroke against his neck.

Xavier stiffened.

Riven’s tongue.

The half-wolf licked up the sensitive skin just beneath his jaw, slow and teasing, his breath coming out in soft puffs of heat against Xavier’s skin.

"Stop it."

But why would Riven ever obey anyone? Plus, he kind of liked the way Xavier’s stubble felt on his tongue.

Instead, he inched closer, pressing up against Xavier’s firm chest, his bound hands limiting his movements but not his boldness.

His warm breath fanned across Xavier’s lips as he whispered, voice barely audible—

"Kiss me, at least."

It was the last push.

The final snap of whatever frayed control Xavier had left.

With a sharp grunt, Xavier seized him. And with that motion he forced Riven into a more comfortable position for the kiss.

It was not gentle.

Not anymore.

Xavier’s lips crashed into Riven’s with full force, demanding, consuming, overwhelming.

Riven gasped, a soft sound swallowed by the relentless press of lips and the way Xavier’s tongue sought out his own—a battle, a claim.

There was sucking, there was licking, and there was no hesitation.

His hand was working wonders down there too, as if he knew a wolf’s anatomy, he reached for the slick produced, then used it as a lube, Riven kept moaning against his kiss, which only drove him to go faster.

For once he wanted to see that arrogant confidence wiped off of Riven’s face, and let him be at his mercy completely.

Xavier thought that this was him getting his revenge... His compensation for having to deal with this arrogant brat. This kid who was half his age dared to provoke him, he needed to be taught a lesson, right?

Riven started to whimper under his kiss, like a little pup overwhelmed by the new senses it was discovering. He especially loved how Xavier’s stubble felt against his own face, it was itchy sometimes, and other times, it was rough. Either way, it was stimulation enough for him to move closer.

He could not control when he went into heat, it was like there were no rules, when he was extremely horny it would just happen.

Once the senses completely overwhelmed him, taking over every inch of his body, making him feel like he was hot and cold at the same time, he finally reached his climax. Just as ecstasy took over him, he was rudely awakened by Xavier who pulled away.

His eyebrows furrowed, why was he not kissing him anymore, this man who sucked his tongue like a lollipop dared to pull away...