The warmth of Riven’s release was still a slick heat between her thighs, his possessive declaration echoing in her ears. Now you are truly marked. Her wrist pulsed, a steady, demanding drumbeat that resonated deep in her core, a throbbing echo of the pleasure still coursing through her.
Riven shifted, his fiery gaze fixed on her, a low, approving rumble in his chest. But then his eyes flicked over her shoulder, and the rumble morphed into a warning growl. The air, once superheated, chilled. A new presence, cold and profound, filled the room.
You’ve been busy, brother.
The voice was like velvet wrapped around ice. Alina turned her head, her breath catching. A man stood silhouetted in the doorway, his form seeming to drink the light from the room. Where Riven was flame and passion, this m
