Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 91: Pink Strawberry

The light in the room cast shadows over the defined lines of his abdomen, every ridge of muscle emphasized as he peeled the shirt off. His shoulders flexed, broad and powerful, as he tugged the fabric over his head, letting it fall carelessly to the floor.

His chest was well-built and perfectly defined, his biceps straining as he moved—powerful and unmistakably masculine. The faint scars scattered across his skin only added to his rugged appeal, telling stories of countless battles and hardships.

Riven took a deep breath. He realised that there was a new one, a newly healed wound to the side of Ronan’s body, reaching to his V-line.

Ronan’s muscles shifted under his skin as he leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of Riven’s head, caging him in. "I hope my appearance is pleasing to the eye." He whispered.

He tilted his head, letting his lips brush against Riven’s ear as he whispered, "You used to run your hands over me whenever we were close... Remember?"

Riven bit his lip, stubbornly refusing to admit how captivated he was. Instead, he pushed at Ronan’s chest, though it was half-hearted, his palms meeting the firm, unyielding warmth of his bare skin. Ronan didn’t budge, letting Riven’s hands linger against him, almost daring him to explore.

"Don’t act so cocky," Riven muttered, trying to sound unimpressed despite how his voice wavered.

"Alright," He said in a low voice as he leaned in to meet Riven’s neck again, the very place where he had marked the wolf in front of him. "I just can’t help it when you look at me like that. It makes me want to pin you down and make sure you remember every inch of me."

He carefully took Riven’s hand and brought it near his lips. Placing a gentle kiss on his wrist, he guided his hand all the way down from his pecs to his abdominal muscles... He pulled Riven’s hand further down and made Riven open his pants with his hand.

Riven sucked in a quick breath, look at that buldge, he thought. It could barely be contained in that pant. How much was he pent up? Riven shook his head. With the rut comes the intention to breed, Ronan was taking it slow right now, but once they start, there was no way he would go this slow.

Riven frowned. "I am not going to be doing anything. You will." He made his stance clear. He was not going to be pleasing Ronan. It was on him.

"That is fine." He did not let go of Riven’s hand, though. He made sure it was right on his bulging cock as he moved a bit closer. Riven was not so enthused about that, and with a tug he pulled his hand away.

Ronan frowned but did not say anything. He responded to Riven’s gesture by grabbing onto one of his legs and lifting it, placing it right on his shoulder.

"Ronan!" Riven yelped. He quickly looked at the door, wondering if Soren would barge in, he just screamed, but there did not seem to be any movement, which brought him great relief. He turned to glare at Ronan, who had a bright smile on his face.

Ronan placed a small kiss on Riven’s calf that was right next to him, bearing his fangs he nibbled on it a bit. Every touch seemed extra sensitive to Riven... This was not like any heat he had experienced before.

He put his hand over his mouth to stifle any sounds. He refused to let Soren hear him enjoying it. And Ronan took this as a challenge.

He traced his fingers along Riven’s fair calves and down below to Riven’s shaft, which was very active, any amount of stimulation could cause it to burst.

Ronan slowly cupped it and gripped it tight, which earned a moan from Riven, though it was still muffled. He understood that he did not want Soren to hear him, and he takes issue with that. He was going to fuck Riven until he screams his name.

"I said please me, not tease me." Riven glared at the man smirking so evilly.

"Oh, it’s part of it," Ronan replied. He saw the pinkness of the tip and felt the urge to take it into his mouth, Riven was like a juicy strawberry he wanted to bite.

It had been a while since he tasted Riven, he dearly missed it. And now he could fully fill him up. Ronan traced his fingers from Riven’s balls up to the tip, he held Riven’s leg that was resting on his should firmly in place.

He got closer, and Riven’s scent filled his nose, hunger was what he felt. He breathed onto the pink tip before he licked the base, moving up slowly before fully taking it into his mouth.

How perfectly did it fill his mouth, he remembered the first time he gave Riven a blowjob. The way Riven whimpered was amusing, but this time, he refused to let out any sound. Ronan was about to pull his skills to the test.

He would move quickly thrice before slowing down, only increasing the temptation. Riven turned to face away, he was practically stuffing his face into the pillow to suppress his moans.

Ronan’s long silver hair would tickle his thighs and the areas around his shaft whenever he moved quickly. Riven was too focussed on not letting out a sound to complain or ask him to tie his hair.

After tasting his precum, Ronan seemed to get excited even more, like it was an aphrodisiac that had taken effect. Every time he sucked on Riven’s pink strawberry, he got a little taste of it, he could feel every vein on it and that only made his experience more pleasurable.

The sound of his mate whimpering and trembling under his touch was a heavenly experience, he could not believe this was the part of himself he had been denying... He was a wolf after all, a wolf with a destined mate.