Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 90: Marked Again

Ronan knew exactly why Riven wanted him to mark the other side—because Soren’s mark still lingered there, faint but undeniable. It made something primal stir in Ronan’s chest, the possessive urge to claim his mate completely, to erase any trace of another. Deep breaths, Ronan.

He didn’t want to push Riven away again. He swallowed down his jealousy, forcing it to the back of his mind, and gave Riven a subtle nod. "Alright," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rasp.

Ronan shifted, his hands moving to grip Riven’s waist as he guided him to lay back on the bed, his body pressing down just enough to make Riven feel trapped without being overbearing.

Ronan lowered his head, his nose brushing against Riven’s throat, inhaling deeply as he nuzzled the unmarked side of his neck. Riven shivered at the sensation, the rough scrape of stubble against his sensitive skin sending jolts of heat straight to his core.

You’re mine," Ronan whispered, his voice rough with need as he dragged his lips over Riven’s scent gland, letting his breath fan over the skin. "No one else can have you." He said that, but he knew the truth.

Riven bit his lip, refusing to let a sound escape. He wouldn’t give Ronan that satisfaction, not after everything he’d put him through. But it was hard to ignore how his body reacted, how the familiar scent of his mate made his heart race and his body ache with anticipation.

Ronan continued to trace the edge of Riven’s scent gland with his tongue, his hands holding Riven’s hips firmly in place. The warmth of his mouth made Riven’s toes curl, and he cursed Ronan for teasing him.

Before he could think too much, Ronan’s teeth grazed the skin, just enough to make him gasp, and the sound sent a surge of satisfaction through Ronan’s veins.

Riven tensed, his body instinctively arching into Ronan’s touch, but he didn’t pull away. The tension between them was thick enough to suffocate, and Riven hated how easily Ronan seemed to unravel him.

"Still not fighting me," Ronan mused, his lips brushing against Riven’s pulse point. "Do you want this?"

Riven glared, his pride refusing to let him admit it out loud. But his silence spoke volumes, and Ronan couldn’t help but smile against his skin. He let his tongue flick over the spot again, this time with more purpose, before sinking his teeth into Riven’s gland—hard enough to leave a deep, unmistakable mark.

A low, needy moan escaped Riven before he could stop himself, and his fingers clenched at Ronan’s shoulders, digging into his skin. The sharp pain mixed with pleasure made his mind go hazy, and for a moment, all he could focus on was the warmth pooling in his belly and the way his entire body felt like it was on fire.

So this is how it feels... Riven was marked by Soren earlier, but it was nothing like this. Nothing like having your mate do it to you.

Ronan didn’t pull away immediately, instead keeping his teeth locked in place while his tongue soothed the wound. His hands slipped under Riven’s shirt, tracing the taut muscles of his abdomen, feeling every twitch and shiver as he deepened the mark.

When he finally released him, he didn’t move far, his lips brushing against the fresh bite as he whispered, "Now you’re mine... Completely."

Riven panted softly, trying to collect himself despite the rush of heat coursing through him. He hated how Ronan could make him feel so alive with just a touch, he actually hated how much he did not hate it. He wanted more.

Ronan’s hands were already sliding up his sides, sending shivers in their wake.

He opened his mouth to say something, but Ronan was quicker, capturing his lips in a searing kiss that left him breathless. Riven couldn’t help but respond, letting himself be consumed by the passion and need between them. It was messy and desperate, both of them too caught up in the moment to care about anything else.

When Ronan finally pulled back, his eyes were dark and full of satisfaction, but there was still that hint of vulnerability lingering just beneath the surface. "I won’t let you go again," he promised, his voice low and unwavering. "Even if you hate me for it... I’ll keep you by my side."

Riven scoffed, trying to cover up the way his cheeks flushed at those words.

Their bodies tangled together as if trying to make up for all the lost time. Despite Riven’s anger and betrayal, despite the pain Ronan felt, each was aching for the touch of the other person, their fated mate.

Ronan moved quickly in taking off Riven’s shirt. He looked at the beautiful scene in front of him. Riven looked so vulnerable, and the blush seemed to reach his shoulders, he felt the urge to bite him again.

Ronan pulled back slightly, his gaze never leaving Riven’s flushed face. The air between them was thick with tension, and a sly smirk tugged at Ronan’s lips as he watched Riven try to regain his composure.

Ronan was already turned on, Riven did not have to do anything, his mere existence was enough. Ronan slowly moved down and, in the process, removed Riven’s pants too.

The cool air grazed Riven’s warm body, gently sending shivers down his spine. He was not too pleased with the fact that Ronan was not undressed. He pouted and pointed at Ronan’s shirt. "Off." He ordered.

Slowly—almost deliberately—Ronan reached for the hem of his shirt, his fingers hooking under the fabric. He kept his eyes locked with Riven’s, challenging him to look away, but Riven couldn’t tear his gaze from the alpha.

With a slow, practiced movement, Ronan pulled his shirt up over his torso, revealing inch by inch of hard, sculpted muscle. Riven could not turn away, and he did not want to. Even though he’s seen Ronan’s naked body twice, it always feels new.