Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 94: Not Merciful

Riven raised his chin, determined to keep up the act. "What are you going to do about it? I might just go back to him—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Ronan’s grip tightened even more, but there was no pain—just a desperate possessiveness that almost made Riven’s resolve crumble. Ronan pressed his forehead against Riven’s, his voice trembling with both anger and hurt.

"Don’t say that," Ronan whispered, his tone almost pleading now. "Don’t even joke about it. I... I can’t take it." His cold eyes were not scary, but they looked scared instead.

Riven’s smirk faltered, and a pang of guilt settled in his chest. He hadn’t expected Ronan to react like this, so vulnerable and almost broken. His fingers unconsciously moved to brush through Ronan’s silver hair, and he sighed softly.

"It wasn’t a joke," he murmured, though his tone had softened. "But... I guess you’re making up for it now." And he still had to make it up to him. He was going to milk it for all it was worth.

Burying his face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent like it was the only thing grounding him. "You’re mine," Ronan whispered fiercely. "You are MY mate."

He planted wet kisses on Riven’s neck, and completely disobeying Riven’s earlier request, he tried his best to erase the mark that Soren had left on his neck. From licking Riven in that area and biting again.

If Ronan had his way, Riven would not be able to move by the time he was done. He was as careful as he could while still being aggressive it was a rare balance he was getting used to. He continued to thrust harder, hoping that Riven would moan louder, and it worked.

Pleased with it, he glided his hand over Riven’s muscles all the way up and then cupped his cheek. Riven, who was barely holding onto his moans, turned to bite Ronan. His teeth sank into Ronan’s forearm, and Ronan simply smiled at Riven, indulging him.

Riven kept biting, and he went harder, realising that he was close to climaxing. Ronan finally moved, he shook off the little wolf’s teeth and pulled him closer. Ronan’s gaze softened as he looked at Riven, his icy blue eyes no longer clouded with jealousy or frustration.

Instead, they were filled with something gentler. Filled with love.

Riven could feel his heart pounding, each beat echoing through his entire body. The way Ronan looked at him now—like he was the most precious thing in the world—made his breath hitch.

He wasn’t used to seeing Ronan like this, so open and vulnerable, and it left him unsure of how to react.

Ronan lifted one hand, brushing a few strands of black hair away from Riven’s forehead. His thumb traced softly along Riven’s cheekbone, and he couldn’t help but smile at the light blush dusting Riven’s cheeks.

"You’re beautiful," Ronan whispered, his voice so low that it almost melted into the silence around them.

Riven’s lips parted, but he didn’t know how to respond. He wasn’t sure if he believed those words, not after everything that had happened, but the sincerity in Ronan’s gaze left him speechless.

Gently, Ronan cupped Riven’s face, his thumbs stroking along his jawline as he leaned in. There was no rush, no urgency—just a quiet, almost reverent stillness. Their breaths mingled, and Riven’s heart felt like it was about to burst.

When Ronan finally closed the distance, his lips brushed against Riven’s in the softest of kisses. It was barely a touch, more like a feather-light caress, but it sent a warmth spreading through Riven’s entire being. Ronan’s lips moved against his, slow and careful, as if he was savoring every second, afraid to push too far or too fast.

Both of them were craving each other with increasing intensity. Ronan could feel himself ready for release, though he did not want to do it like a dog, but a man in love.

The base of his cock started to enlarge preparing to knot with Riven. He moved closer and adjusted the position. He knew that Riven could get pregnant, how wonderful would it be if it was a success?

Riven’s hands found their way to Ronan’s shoulders, holding onto him as he responded, letting himself sink into the gentle rhythm. He felt like a damn animal as he too wanted to be bred. Was this the feeling that came with heat? Craving to be filled up and have babies? He did not want that! Well, not yet. But still, right now, he completely gave into that feeling.

Ronan pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against Riven’s, his breath coming out shakily. "I’ve missed you," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. "More than I can put into words. I never want to be apart from you again."

Riven knew this, Ronan had said far too many times that day. And he wanted to hear it from the Alpha many more times. He better declare his love every day.

Riven’s fingers tightened on Ronan’s shoulders, and he couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips. "You’re really stubborn. But I like it. You better pamper me every day." He murmured. He closed his eyes as he felt them both getting locked together. Knotted.

Ronan chuckled softly, brushing his nose against Riven’s. "That’s all I ask."

He hesitated before adding, "I’m sorry I hurt you. I was a fool to let you go."

Riven felt a familiar ache in his chest, but this time it wasn’t pain—it was something softer, like the bittersweet relief of being held after feeling lost for too long. He shifted closer, pressing his forehead more firmly against Ronan’s, and whispered, "Just... Don’t do it again, I am not merciful."

He leaned in again, capturing Riven’s lips in another kiss, this time a little deeper, but just as gentle. Riven felt his hands weakening, he was not physically exhausted, but rather mentally. He just wanted to close his eyes as they came together.