Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 105: Sandwich

Ronan cleared his throat loudly, the sound cutting through the tension like a blade. The interruption was pointed and deliberate, and Soren gave him a withering glare. Ronan, however, didn’t back down—he just folded his arms, looking every bit the authoritative Alpha he was.

"Let’s lay down the ground rules, shall we?" Ronan said, his tone firm but not harsh. His gaze remained locked on Soren, as if daring him to challenge his words. "How about no public displays of affection when the other is around?"

Soren’s lips twisted into a smirk, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Hah, you think I can contain myself when my little wolf is right in front of me?"

Riven’s ears perked up at the possessive tone, but before he could say anything, Soren’s hand, which had been resting lightly at the base of Riven’s tail, slid upward in a slow, almost teasing motion.

His fingers traced the curve of Riven’s spine before stopping just under his chin, lifting it gently. Riven’s breath caught, his face warming as Soren’s intense gaze bored into him.

Soren’s voice dropped to a low, almost sultry murmur. "Especially when he looks at me like that... How could I resist?"

Before he could move closer, Ronan was suddenly there, wrapping his arms around Riven from behind. One strong hand was splayed over Riven’s abdomen, while the other snaked up to his throat, holding it gently but possessively. Soren’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight, his grip on Riven’s chin tightening momentarily before he released it.

Riven stiffened, caught between the two men, his pulse racing as Ronan’s hand stroked the side of his neck. He couldn’t deny that being sandwiched between them was making his head spin, and his cheeks flushed a pretty shade of red.

Ronan pressed his lips close to Riven’s ear, his voice a quiet, deep rumble. "You’re not the only one who can’t resist him," he shot back at Soren, his hand tightening just slightly around Riven’s throat. "Don’t act like you own him."

Soren’s eyes flared dangerously, and his smirk dropped, replaced by a lethal calm. "I don’t just act like I own him," he bit out. "He’s mine. Whether you’re here or not."

Ronan’s jaw clenched, and his grip around Riven’s waist tightened protectively. "Funny. Last I checked, he was my mate first." Ronan breathed warmly onto Riven’s ear, "Did you already forget our first time?" Then slightly nibbled on it.

Riven tried to pull away, but neither of them budged, both too wrapped up in their silent battle of dominance. "Hey—" Riven started to protest, but Ronan’s hand on his throat shifted to tilt his head back slightly, making him meet his eyes.

"Are you alright?" Ronan asked softly, concern briefly overriding his territorial instincts.

Riven gave a faint nod, though his heart was pounding. "I’m fine... Just—don’t fight."

Ronan hesitated, but Soren let out a derisive snort. "You’re worried about him when you’re the one making him uncomfortable? How typical."

Ronan narrowed his eyes, and his hand on Riven’s abdomen shifted slightly, his thumb stroking small circles to soothe him. "I’m not the one pushing him into a corner. You’re the one suffocating him."

"Funny," Soren said with a wicked gleam in his eye. "He doesn’t seem to mind when it’s me doing the suffocating."

Riven growled softly, annoyed with both of them. "Just let me go! Right now, stop it." Riven said this, but on the inside, he did not want them to stop. He wished he had a threesome with these right here, right now. But neither of them would agree to that.

They were severely cockblocking him! Soren would not let Ronan touch him and Ronan would not let Soren touch him, so who was gonna touch him and show him a good time?! He does not accept this!

He glared at both men, who looked at him with equal parts surprise and guilt, which annoyed Riven even more. "Why are you acting surprised?! What did you think was going to happen? A threesome?" Riven tried his best to hide his smirk.

Sure, he was asking that in anger, but he was actually gauging their responses to see if they were open to it. Ronan looked at Soren in disgust while Soren stared at Riven with a dark gaze as if asking how dare he even think of such a thing.

So... Not positive. Noted. I shall not bring up a threesome... For now.

Ronan looked away, his shoulders tense and his hands clenching at his sides. "I just... don’t want him to think he’s more important to you than I am," he muttered, barely audible. freewēbnoveℓ.com

Riven softened at Ronan’s words, his usual guarded expression faltering for just a moment. He didn’t want to see Ronan so hurt—especially since he could feel the ache of his mate’s sadness through their bond. It was almost instinctual to want to reach out and comfort him.

But before Riven could act on that impulse, Soren’s voice cut through the tension, cold and smug. "Hah. Aren’t I?"

Ronan’s eyes widened slightly, and his jaw clenched, clearly trying to swallow down his growing frustration. Riven shot Soren a warning glare, but the snow leopard only gave him a cocky smirk in return.

Riven cleared his throat, trying to diffuse the situation. "Maybe Ronan is right. No public displays of affection in front of each other."

Soren arched a brow, his smile growing even more wicked. "So, displays of affection are fine when private? I can agree to that."

Ronan’s patience finally snapped, his wolf instincts demanding he protect his claim—no matter how fragile it was at the moment. With a low growl rumbling in his chest, he surged forward and grabbed Soren by the collar, yanking him forward until they were practically nose-to-nose. Soren’s smirk never wavered, even with Ronan’s furious gaze boring into him.

"Listen here," Ronan snarled, his voice low and dangerous. "Riven will spend just as many days at my house as he spends here. Remember that."