So close, his hands were so close to Riven's neck. One move and he could strangle this arrogant wolf.
"I can feel you fantasising about murder," Riven murmured, smirking. "Resist the urge. You'd only dig your grave deeper."
Leon said nothing, biting down on his pride as he adjusted his pressure once more. He slowly began to get the hang of it, fingers moving over the stiff muscles beneath Riven's shirt. He hated how smug the wolf looked—tail wagging slightly, his soft ears flicking at every correction, obviously enjoying this far too much.
"Better," Riven said eventually, eyes closing as he sighed in satisfaction. "See? You're already learning. Maybe you can be useful."
Leon glared daggers at the back of Riven's head. His fingers worked along the upper spine, circling small knots with increasing skill, though in his mind, he imagined dozens of ways to sabotage the omega later. If only he could...
