But he wouldn't be ignored.
With one swift motion, he shifted his grip, pulling Riven tighter against him, refusing to let him curl away.
"You're mine," he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of Riven's ear. His voice was dangerously soft.
A promise.
A warning.
Trapped in Soren's arms, his body flush against the snow leopard shifter's firm chest. Every attempt to wiggle free was met with a stronger, tighter embrace, as if Soren was afraid he would disappear if he let go.
And maybe he was right.
Maybe that was exactly what he feared.
A soft whimper escaped Riven's lips. His hands, pressed against Soren's chest, trembled slightly.
"I… I feel weird," he finally admitted, his voice sounded so pitiful that it was not helping. It only aroused Soren more, Riven did not earn sympathy from him.
Soren could feel the subtle way Riven's body was tensing, the shivers that rippled through him, the barely noticeable way he tried to pull away.
