I Felt Him Break in My Name

Chapter Ten

Lior's POV

I was feeding.

Or trying to.

A willing girl on her knees, neck tilted, begging me to bite. She smelled sweet—desperate. But I couldn't focus. My fangs were halfway out when it hit me—

A jolt to my chest.

A pull to my groin.

And then...

Riven.

I gasped, stepping back from the girl.

Because I could feel him.

Not physically—but through the curse. Like his desire bled straight into my bloodstream.

The tension in his thighs.

The way his hand moved over himself.

The sound of my name on his lips.

I closed my eyes and saw him—naked in the sheets, sweating, panting, whispering my name like it tasted too good to stop.

My cock twitched instantly.

The girl in front of me frowned. "Are you okay?"

I laughed, backing away. "Better than okay, sweetheart. Go home."

She left confused. I didn't care.

I was already pulling my phone out.

If he wanted to play dirty in his sleep…

I'd return the favor while he's awake.

I snapped a picture—shirtless, in low light, my hand barely covering my length through my pants. One eyebrow raised. Fangs slightly showing.

Caption:

> So you finally said my name while touching yourself, huh? About time. You sounded so good begging for me, I nearly came too. Want a replay? I can be louder.

I hit send.

And waited.

One minute.

Two.

Then:

Riven: "Fuck you."

I grinned.

Me: "You already did. In your dreams, remember?"

No reply.

Which only made it better.

But the curse pulsed again—stronger.

I could feel his anger. His shame. His arousal. All of it bleeding into me through that invisible thread that kept pulling us closer, tighter, deeper.

He was breaking.

And I loved it.

Because now he'd tasted what it felt like to want me.

And I know he'll never be able to forget it.

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