Chapter 26: Ecstasy

I was still trembling when Riven carried me to the bed.

He laid me down like I was something fragile, even though his eyes said otherwise. The heavy furs dipped under my weight as he stepped back, towering over me. The firelight painted every inch of him in gold and shadow.

Gods… he was beautiful in the worst way.

His shirt was already gone, tossed somewhere on the floor. Eight ripped abs etched into his torso like they’d been carved by the Moon Goddess herself. Not six. Eight. Hard, defined lines that flexed with every breath. His skin was scarred in places — old battles, old wars — but it only made him look more dangerous. More real. 

He reached up, his thick fingers catching the leather strap holding his hair back. He snapped it, letting the long, dark, sweat-dampened strands fall around his broad shoulders like a heavy black waterfall. He looked wild. Ancient. Utterly untamed. 

I hated how my mouth went dry.

“Spread,” he commanded, voice low and rough.

I clenched my jaw, trying to hold onto the last thread of my stubbornness. Even after what he’d just done to me against the wall, even after I’d come so hard I saw stars, I refused to make this easy for him. No man — not even the Lycan King — would have total control over my body.

I opened my mouth to tell him exactly that.

But before a single word could leave me, his massive hands gripped my knees. Firm. Unyielding. He split my thighs open like it was nothing.

It was too easy.

I could have fought. I should have fought. But the way he looked at me like a starving beast finally given permission to feast —stole the fight right out of my lungs.

Riven stepped squarely between my spread thighs, standing at the edge of the bed. He didn't immediately touch me. Instead, he just stood there, towering over me, his golden eyes dropping to stare directly at my cunt. He was watching his stubborn mate’s pussy as if he were studying a fascinating, complicated map.  

I was soaked. Embarrassingly so. The evidence of my desperate hunger was completely, shamelessly visible. I was flushed, dripping wet, and throbbing so hard my flesh was visibly pulsing under his heavy gaze. 

There was no hiding it anymore.

He smiled a slow, gracious, almost reverent smile.

"Oh, poor child," Riven purred, his voice thick and mocking "Why must you deny this tight cunt what it so hungers for? You are so stubborn that you deny yourself the pleasure you so crave, hmm?" 

My face burned with a humiliating, fiery heat. My pride was a shredded, useless thing, but I desperately clung to the last scraps of it. 

“The only pleasure I want right now,” I spat, my voice shaking, “is for you to leave this room. At once!”

My words sounded brave. But my body told a completely different story. My hips were literally twitching upward, desperately trying to close the agonizing gap between my soaking center and his hands. 

"Is that so?" he chuckled softly, a deep sound that vibrated through me. He dropped to one knee between my thighs, his broad shoulders forcing my legs even wider.

“Tell you what, I have a bite first,” he said, eyes never leaving mine. “Then you can decide if you want me to leave… or stay.”

Before I could protest, his lips pressed against my wet cunt. A broken gasp tore out of me.

His mouth was hot. So hot. He kissed my pussy like he was kissing my mouth — slow, deep, almost tender at first. His tongue dragged through my folds in one long, luxurious stroke, tasting every inch of me. Then he did it again. And again. Gentle. Patient. Like he had all night to ruin me.

I tried to press my thighs together. But my resistance only made him more eager.

His big hands gripped the backs of my knees. Then I felt the sharp, terrifying prick of his elongated Lycan fangs grazing my inner labia.. a primal warning, a reminder of exactly what kind of monster had his face buried between my legs. But the fear instantly dissolved the moment his tongue made contact. 

Riven began to eat me out.