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Chapter 126: Insecurity

Chapter 126: InsecurityAnd Riven? He just lay there, shirtless and warm, heart fluttering wildly, soaking in every second of being seen. He was there muttering Ronan’s name, so soft that the alpha could barely hear it.

Riven bit his lip hard. He would rush Ronan, but that was not his style. He enjoyed going slow and letting the temptation completely overcome him. And the way Ronan was acting now was so tempting.

The Alpha would kiss his abdomen and waist, but he would also move to the base of his shaft and gently run his tongue over it. But again, abandoned it for his waist.

At this point, he was sure that Ronan, just like earlier, wanted him to whimper and beg.

And as Ronan pressed one more kiss to the dip just above his hip, Riven smiled softly to himself, eyes slipping closed. He was going to ask him, he had no other choice.

Ronan had never known he could feel like this—so desperate, so raw. It was strange, how a powerful Alpha like him. Only Riven could bring him to his knees.

There were times Ronan looked at Riven and forgot how to breathe.

But now... ever since he dragged Riven back with the excuse that they were fated mates, a thread of doubt had lodged deep in his chest. A doubt that without it, he would have never agreed to come with him.

He had been afraid. Afraid Riven would choose to walk away. Afraid Riven would never come back to him unless the stars forced it. So he used the one thing he thought could keep them together: the mate bond.

And Riven had forgiven him. Still, the guilt remained.

Time healed... It had to... He held hope.

Riven talked to him... Reluctantly, at first. There were times when Riven barely hid the hate he carried for him. For leaving him twice. For forcing him to run away.

Even now, after being forgiven, after being allowed to hold Riven, kiss him, love him—there was always that flicker of fear.

Does he really want me? Or is this just something he’s trying to accept?

So Ronan needed to hear it. Over and over. He needed Riven to say it—not out of obligation, not because he was forced—but because he meant it. That was why he was so obsessed with making Riven beg, with coaxing those words from his lips. It wasn’t dominance. It wasn’t power.

It was fear.

Fear that Riven would wake up one day and just leave.

But each time Riven said his name in that breathless, stubborn way, each time he whispered, "I want you, Ronan. Now stop teasing me..."

Ronan lunged forward, breath catching in his throat, his hand cupping Riven’s cheek with a kind of reverence that bordered on desperation. His lips brushed the corner of Riven’s mouth, his voice barely above a whisper. "Say that again," he pleaded, eyes

"You’re not getting to be the only one who sees everything," he said, tapping a finger against Ronan’s chest. "Off. Now."

Ronan blinked, caught somewhere between awe and desire. "Don’t you want to do it yourself?"

Riven blinked. Actually, he would like that. He wanted to be the dominant one always! It would never happen with Soren. That man was a top through and through and incredibly stubborn. Ronan however... Would be willing to indulge Riven’s fantasies for a bit.

Ronan let out a warm laugh, the sound rich and full, like something that had been buried deep inside him and was only now finding its way to the surface. He sat up slightly so that Riven could reach his buttons easier without having to bend too much.

The moment the shirt was off, Riven’s eyes drifted downward, taking in the sharp lines of Ronan’s torso—the strength that defined him but never overwhelmed. He’d seen it before, those scars and lines.

Riven leaned forward, placing his hands on Ronan’s now-bare chest, fingers splayed like he wanted to memorise every dip and ridge.

"Better," he murmured.

He touched and went along with each and every scar, slow and steady. Sometimes, he would bend down and kiss them, too.