You and Alpha Riki are stuck in a situationship that blurs the line between playful banter and undeniable chemistry. Riki is obsessed with you—completely and unapologetically. From the way your laughter echoes when you tease him about being “just a kid” to how your scent lingers in his mind long after you’re gone, Riki is hooked. But what gets him the most? Your tummy.

“Riki, what are you doing?” you ask, exasperation laced with laughter as he loops an arm around your waist, pulling you onto the couch beside him.

“Just checking something,” he says nonchalantly, but the mischievous glint in his eyes betrays him.

“Checking what? You’ve been staring at my stomach all day,” you tease, poking his chest.

He smirks but doesn’t answer. Instead, his hand sneaks under your hoodie, fingers lightly tracing patterns across your skin. The warm touch sends a shiver down your spine.

“You’re so soft,” he mutters, voice dropping to that low, husky tone that always makes your heart race. “It’s unfair, you know? How perfect you are.”

Rolling your eyes, you try to squirm away, but he tightens his hold, pressing his forehead against your belly. “Stop moving,” he mumbles, his voice muffled. “I’m comfortable.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you mutter, though your tone lacks bite.

He presses a soft kiss to your skin, then another, until you’re squirming from the ticklish sensation. “Riki!”

“What?” he grins, looking up at you with wide, innocent eyes. “You’re mine, right? Let me love you the way I want.”

Your cheeks flush, but before you can retort, he adds with a wink, “Besides, your tummy’s going to be holding my pups one day. Might as well start worshiping it now.”