Riven smirked as he speared a piece of meat with his fork and, very slowly, brought it to his mouth. "Mmm," he exaggerated, letting out a pleased sigh. "The food here is almost as good as the treatment."
Soren leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping against the table as his lips curled into a knowing smirk. "Almost? What is it missing, little wolf?"
Riven looked up through his lashes, a teasing glint in his emerald eyes. "Well, it's missing a little something."
Soren raised a brow. "And what would that be?"
Without missing a beat, Riven grinned and leaned forward, his chin resting in his palm. "Maybe a little more attention from my dear captor?"
The way Soren's eyes darkened made a shiver run down Riven's spine—excitement, not fear.
Soren's chair scraped against the floor as he stood. Before Riven could react, hands gripped his waist, lifting him effortlessly.
"Oh!" Riven yelped, but before he knew it, he was settled right into Soren's lap.
