Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 35: Had Enough Fun?

Riven gulped as he felt Ronan’s hot tongue against his length. He had his eyes closed and he leaned comfortably into the pillows... He felt so comfortable, too comfortable.

Riven started to grind his hips against Ronan’s face, he could not help it. His naughty hands were reaching for this man, this man who brought him intense pleasure.

He felt the soft silver hair of Ronan, he gripped it, he was trying to contain himself. Ronan felt the tug and a hint of pain, but he also knew that it was because of him Riven was now writhing in pleasure.

Ronan enjoyed this more than he would like to admit. His cock was hard too, but until Riven feels like he was in charge, he would not be happy. Ronan was okay with letting him be bratty.

For now, he focused on the sweet precum released by Riven, combined with his saliva, Ronan glided up and down Riven’s length.

"Nnngh." Riven kept holding back his moans. For someone so daring and flirty, he could not let his moans out freely. Ronan, his hands still tied at the back, released Riven’s length and got up a little, a string of saliva connected the two...

He looked up and whispered, "I’m working so hard to please you, aren’t I? So let me hear the results of my hard work." ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Riven bit his lip as he listened... With a hoarse voice he begged, "Co- Continue... Please."

Ronan smirked and did as Riven asked. He increased the pace because he did not want to allow Riven a second to think, a second to react, a second to suppress his moans. He wanted Riven’s natural reactions.

"Hnngh-" Riven flinched. His fingers digging deep into Ronan’s hair, it was the only way he could stabilise himself and stay rational. The pain only made Ronan fasten his pace, making Riven feel like he was about to lose control.

"Ahhh!" With that he came into Ronan’s mouth, filling it up fairly quickly. Ronan did not complain, he was pretty satisfied with his work. Riven’s length was still fidgeting, but it eventually calmed down.

With one swallow it was all gone. Ronan’s sexily licked his lips and Riven enjoyed it... He was breathing heavily and taking in the pretty view in front of him.

The big bad Alpha Ronan just pleasured him and swallowed it up. It felt like an achievement. He looked down to see that Ronan’s cock was begging to be released from its cage.

Since his hands were tied he could not free it himself, it was poking out of his pants and he shifted closer, rubbing it against Riven’s entrance.

Riven sat up and helped Ronan’s cock out. He was finally seeing it in its full glory. Ah, to imagine it was in him last night, Riven almost blushed. He looked at the sheer size and veiny exterior... It would feel so good inside him, hitting every part that would make him cry from pleasure.

Ronan kept waiting for Riven to return the favour. He pleasured him enough, he should be wet and used to his size, they already did it once, so what was the hold up?

After his eyes feasted on the sight before him, Riven quickly got up and with an evil smirk on his face he mocked, "Well, this is your punishment... You won’t get anything from me."

Ronan’s eyes quickly darkened, did this half-breed really dare to tease him?

With quick strides Riven walked towards the door, he felt the excitement and thrill of denying Ronan a release, how dare he just abandon him? This ought to teach him!

Just then, the sharp sound of fabric tearing split the air.

Riven’s hand, which had just barely grazed the door’s knob, froze mid-motion. A chill raced down his spine, not from the cold, but from the presence he could feel right behind him.

The atmosphere in the room changed, thickened, becoming something charged, something dangerous. Every nerve in Riven’s body screamed at him to move, to run—but he couldn’t. His instincts knew what his mind hadn’t fully caught up to yet: there was no escaping him.

Behind him, Ronan exuded raw, simmering fury. His breathing was heavier, his body practically vibrating with restrained aggression. The sound of fabric ripping had come from his own hands—his sheer strength reducing the silk tie into worthless scraps.

The realisation hit Riven like a physical force.

He had never truly been in control.

He had been allowed to play, to tease, to push—to think, just for a moment, that he could provoke the big, bad Alpha without facing the consequences.

But Ronan had only let him.

And now?

Now, he had run out of mercy.

Before Riven could take another breath, a large, calloused hand wrapped around the back of his neck.

The touch was firm—possessive—sending a jolt of sensation straight through Riven’s entire body. The warmth of Ronan’s palm contrasted with the roughness of his grip, and it sent a delicious shiver across Riven’s skin.

There was no escape. He should be afraid... He should be, but he was not. He wanted to be ruined by Ronan again, he wanted round two!

Ronan forced him to turn, easily maneuvering him as if he weighed nothing. Riven found himself suddenly facing the Alpha, and the moment his eyes met Ronan’s, his breath caught in his throat.

Ronan wasn’t just looking at him.

He was devouring him with that gaze, his expression dark with something primal and untamed.

Riven swallowed hard, the teasing words that usually sat so easily on his tongue suddenly elusive. This was different. This was dangerous.

The hand on his neck tightened just slightly, just enough to make Riven aware of the heat radiating from Ronan’s body, the sheer size of him, the way he was trapped. Behind him was the closed door, and in front of him, Ronan, he was very curious as to what would happen.

Ronan’s voice came out low, a growl rumbling deep in his chest.

"Had enough fun?"