Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 93: Go Back To Him

Ronan didn’t miss a single detail, his intense stare making Riven feel unbearably shy and nervous. This Ronan was far more serious in love-making, hmm? Riven did not mind it, he welcomed the change.

Ronan’s long silver hair cascaded over his shoulders, a few strands brushing against Riven’s flushed skin. It was quite ticklish and Riven smiled a little, he enjoyed the feeling.

With the way Ronan loomed over him, his powerful body locking Riven in, it was impossible not to notice how effortlessly dominant he looked, and yet he dared not show an ounce of possessiveness.

This was a punishment, after all. And who other than a mate would dare to punish the Alpha of all the wolves?

This struggle and pain Ronan was going through was enough of a punishment for him, Riven decided that it would be enough. Still... Still, he wanted to do something, something that would hurt him.

Was he being petty? Yes, a little. But he wanted to make it clear that he was not going to let go of his favourite male lead! Soren!

But before that, Riven closed his eyes, and he moved forward to deepen the kiss. Ronan kept things gentle till now.

His gaze softened for a moment as he took in the sight of Riven being so open... And showing him affection. His heart fell full.

Ronan kept moving... Rubbing himself against Riven as he did so, he felt exactly like a dog marking his territory, and it felt anything but demeaning. He quite enjoyed it, he also felt Riven’s rosy buds against his own chest.

Holding Riven by his waist and making sure not to break the kiss, he slowly started to enter. Just a bit at first, enjoying the feeling of Riven on his aching cock, he was just as delicious as he remembered. It had only been a few days, but he missed him dearly.

Riven’s legs, which were around Ronan, moved sharply in response. Riven broke the kiss instead with a small gasp.

"Are you not going to turn me around?" Riven asked softly. That was what Ronan always did. He seemed to enjoy grabbing his waist and biting his back a lot while Soren enjoyed seeing his... Reactions. Riven bit his lip, thinking about it. "This is fine too... I kind of like it better." He blushed.

The alpha understood the implication. He had to have been in this position with Soren. With a dangerously low voice, he asked, "Do you prefer it this way?" He was not fully inside, but now, he thrusted himself in all at once.

"Mmmf-" Riven moaned at the sudden action. Ronan already prepared his entrance well, so he was not in pain, only pleasure. "I do prefer it this way. After trying it out, I realised I like this way better." His green eyes gleamed. He was angering this man on purpose.

Was he going to get angry? Was he going to ruin everything? Riven glanced at the door. He could always call out for Soren, and Ronan would never touch him again.

He said it loud enough for Soren to hear, he could already imagine that yandere’s response to it. He suppressed a smile. The fact that the possessive yandere man allowed him to even fuck Ronan in his house just because he would get hurt if denied of his wolf-urges... Hah, he was in love.

Riven was brought to the present when he heard Ronan’s jaw click, his muscles tightened, and he had to muster all the strength he had from turning into a mindless rabid wolf.

His grip on Riven’s waist tightened as his mind processed the words. Hah... After trying it so many times...

The statement echoed in his head, each repetition fueling a storm of jealousy and insecurity. His icy blue eyes narrowed, glinting dangerously as he stared at Riven, trying to gauge whether he was being serious or just toying with him.

Riven didn’t back down, his green eyes flashing with mischief and a hint of defiance. He couldn’t help the smirk that curled his lips as he watched Ronan struggle to compose himself. It was satisfying to see the usually stoic and confident Alpha falter, even if it was just for a moment.

"You’re lying," Ronan finally growled, his voice low and rough, but there was a waver to it—an uncertainty he couldn’t quite mask. He leaned in closer, his breath brushing against Riven’s ear. "Don’t say things like that. I’m barely holding myself together as it is."

"Oh? Can’t handle a little truth?" Riven shot back, arching an eyebrow as if taunting him further. His hands slid up Ronan’s chest, tracing the defined muscles almost absentmindedly, pretending not to notice how Ronan’s jaw clenched at the touch. "Maybe you’re just not as good as you think you are."

Ronan’s lips pulled into a thin line, his frustration evident. The possessiveness burned hot inside him, but he didn’t want to hurt Riven or make him feel pressured. Still, the thought of someone else—especially Soren—touching his mate like this made his blood boil.

"Better, huh?" Ronan rasped, his hands sliding up from Riven’s waist to his back, pulling him even closer until their bodies were flush against each other. "I guess I have to work harder."

Out then quickly in, he thrust himself, each time feeling stronger than the last. The bed moved with Ronan’s movements. They were far more powerful and charged with energy.

Ronan’s eyes flashed with something dangerous—something primal and raw. "You think I’ll just let that go?" He whispered, pressing a kiss to Riven’s collarbone before nipping at the skin lightly, enough to make Riven shiver. "You think I’ll let anyone else touch you and get away with it?"

Riven bit his lip to suppress a gasp, refusing to let Ronan see how much his teasing affected him. He raised his chin, determined to keep up the act. "What are you going to do about it? I might just go back to him—"