Mate?

Riven smirked as he speared a piece of meat with his fork and, very slowly, brought it to his mouth. "Mmm," he exaggerated, letting out a pleased sigh. "The food here is almost as good as the treatment."

Soren leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping against the table as his lips curled into a knowing smirk. "Almost? What is it missing, little wolf?"

Riven looked up through his lashes, a teasing glint in his emerald eyes. "Well, it's missing a little something."

Soren raised a brow. "And what would that be?"

Without missing a beat, Riven grinned and leaned forward, his chin resting in his palm. "Maybe a little more attention from my dear captor?"

The way Soren's eyes darkened made a shiver run down Riven's spine—excitement, not fear.

Soren's chair scraped against the floor as he stood. Before Riven could react, hands gripped his waist, lifting him effortlessly.