Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 108: A Dog’s Owner

"I can’t be mad at you, little wolf. You are mine. Don’t forget that, little wolf. You can stay with him, you can even try to make it fair, but your heart—" He kissed his way up Riven’s jaw, pausing to lick at the shell of his ear. "Your heart belongs to me."

Riven sucked in a shaky breath, his thoughts scattering like leaves in a storm. It was overwhelming but in a good way.

Soren’s hands slipped under his shirt, warm palms splaying over his bare back, and the thought melted away.

Soren pulled back just enough to look at him, his gaze filled with unspoken emotions that made Riven’s chest ache. "You don’t get to leave me behind," he said, his voice low and rough. "Even if you’re going to that mutt’s territory, I’ll come for you. Don’t think you’re escaping me."

Riven tried to catch his breath, struggling to regain his composure. "You’re such a possessive bastard," he muttered, though the fondness in his tone betrayed him. "And I love it..." He whispered so softly that one might miss it if they were not paying attention.

Soren was paying attention though, he paid attention to Riven unlike any other.

A wicked glint appeared in Soren’s eyes, and he tilted Riven’s chin up with a finger, pressing another bruising kiss to his lips, "Do you love it?" He asked, though he already got the answer.

"Answer me, little wolf," he taunted, biting down on Riven’s lower lip just enough to make him gasp.

Riven’s legs tightened around Soren’s waist, and he glared at him, cheeks flushed and eyes still hazy with desire. "I hate it," he lied, but the way his hands tugged Soren closer said otherwise.

Soren laughed, a low, satisfied sound, and buried his face in the crook of Riven’s neck, inhaling his scent deeply. "You’ll miss me," he murmured, almost like a challenge. "Even if you go to him, you’ll be thinking about me the entire time."

Riven swallowed, biting back the urge to argue. He knew Soren was right—he couldn’t deny how deeply the yandere had embedded himself into his heart and soul. Even now, with Soren’s lips tracing over his collarbone, he knew that he’d feel empty without this chaotic, possessive presence.

Soren suddenly pulled back, his expression shifting from playful to serious. He cupped Riven’s face, his thumbs brushing gently over his cheeks as he locked eyes with him. "Just promise me one thing," he whispered, his tone surprisingly soft. "Don’t forget about me. Even if he’s trying to win you over, remember that I’m not giving up on you."

Riven was about to say something when Soren’s finger hooked around the golden collar, pulling him forward, "This will stay on your neck. No ifs, ands, or buts. Everyone should know who your real owner is."

Riven should have felt offended, but he could not contain his glee because he found it so sexy. He nodded like an obedient dog.

He let out a shaky breath and nodded. "I won’t forget. A good dog always remembers his owner," he promised, his hands sliding down Soren’s arms to squeeze.

A small, satisfied smile appeared on Soren’s lips, and he leaned in to press a softer, more tender kiss to Riven’s forehead. "Good," he whispered. "Because if I think for even a second that you’re slipping away... I’ll drag you right back. I don’t care who I have to fight to keep you."

Riven couldn’t help but chuckle despite the lingering tension, his fingers tracing the sharp lines of Soren’s jaw. "Where do you think I’ll go? I don’t think anyone can take care of me like you do."

Soren only grinned, pressing one last kiss to his lips before slowly setting him down. He didn’t let go immediately, though—his hands remained on Riven’s waist, holding him close as if trying to memorise this feeling, his touch and scent.

Riven rested his forehead against Soren’s shoulder, his fingers gripping the fabric of Soren’s shirt as he steadied himself.

There was silence between them for a long moment, broken only by the sound of their breathing. Riven felt Soren’s hand slide into his hair, threading through the strands with unexpected gentleness.

"If you need anything," Soren whispered, his tone softer than usual, "you come to me first. Don’t let that mutt get too comfortable."

"So possessive." Riven whispered, but his wagging tail got Soren smiling.

Soren didn’t give Riven much time to gather his thoughts before he swept him off his feet, carrying him effortlessly towards the bed. Riven let out a startled sound, but it quickly melted into a breathless chuckle as he instinctively wrapped his arms around Soren’s neck.

"Hey... I am tired, don’t try to do anything!" Riven complained. He was absolutely exhausted! He needed a break!

Soren looked at him—dark eyes glinting with satisfaction, like he had just claimed his most treasured prize.

Soren didn’t respond with words, just gave a low hum of approval before setting Riven down on the plush mattress.

Instead of immediately releasing him, Soren crawled over him, pressing him into the sheets as he hovered above. Riven could not help but shiver under the intensity of that gaze—sharp, possessive, and burning with a fierce longing that made his skin tingle.

When Soren’s hands found his ears, Riven instinctively leaned into the touch, a soft, breathy sigh slipping from his lips. Soren’s fingers rubbed gently at the base, tracing the soft fur with a touch that was both careful and reverent. Riven’s tail gave a lazy, contented swish against the bed.

"I feel like I will be missing this the most." Those damned ears that got him addicted.

Soren whispered, ’What if I...’ And he leaned down to nuzzle against Riven’s ear, his lips brushing over the sensitive tip. Riven bit his lip to stifle the sound that threatened to escape, but Soren was not having it. He pressed a kiss to the base of the ear, his hands continuing their gentle massage.