Sin in My Mind, Trouble in the Flesh

Chapter Seven

Riven's POV

The mission was simple.

Track the rogue vampire. Eliminate the threat. Report back.

Easy.

But nothing about tonight felt easy.

Because my head…

was still full of him.

The dream kept replaying in flashes—Lior pinned against the tree, moaning my name, fangs grazing my throat. His hands gripping my waist like I was his to keep. His voice, low and commanding, echoing in my skull.

"Say it, Riven."

"Say my name."

I gritted my teeth, walking deeper into the abandoned warehouse near the edge of the city. The rogue was last seen here, feeding too openly, risking exposure. My blade was strapped to my thigh. My powers buzzing under my skin, ready to be unleashed.

And yet…

I was hard.

My body betraying me, heat crawling beneath my clothes, pulse low in my stomach.

Gods, I hated this.

I hated the way my cock throbbed every time I thought of Lior's mouth. The way my hand twitched with the urge to grab, to take, to push him against a wall and ruin him until he begged for more.

I ran a hand through my hair, frustrated. "Focus, Riven. You're here to kill."

Not fantasize about a vampire's lips on your skin.

Not imagine the sound he'd make if you bit him first.

Not—

"Thinking about me again?"

The voice froze me mid-step. Velvet and smoke. Familiar.

I turned slowly.

And there he was.

Lior Solavar, standing near the far wall, dressed in all black, arms folded, eyes glinting like he knew.

Of course he was here.

Because fate is cruel.

Because my curse is real.

"I'm on a mission," I muttered, trying to steady my voice.

He smirked. "You sure? Looks like you're on a different kind of mission, judging by what's happening in your pants."

My jaw clenched. "Fuck off."

"Tempting offer," he purred, stepping closer, slow and arrogant. "But I think you'd rather I fuck you."

Heat surged through me. Goddamn it.

I drew my blade, not to use it—just to remind myself who I was. What this was.

"You're not supposed to be here."

"And yet, here I am," he said, now just a few feet away. His eyes dropped to the very obvious bulge I was trying to ignore. "You dreamt about me again, didn't you?"

"You wish."

"I don't have to wish. I felt it."

That stunned me. My hand faltered.

"What?" I whispered.

He leaned in, breath warm against my cheek. "Your curse links us, Riven. Every moan you gave me in that dream? I heard it."

I shoved him back against a support beam, blade pressed to his chest. But he didn't flinch.

"Keep talking," I warned, breath ragged, "and I'll make that dream a nightmare."

He smirked, eyes daring. "You say that like it'll stop me from wanting more."

For a second, the air burned between us.

I should've sliced his throat. Should've walked away.

But instead…

I was too busy staring at his lips again.