Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 33: My Turn

Ronan’s hands reached for Riven’s body, slow and deliberate, his large palms pressing against the curve of his waist before circling around him entirely.

His grip was firm but not forceful, fingers splaying over the lean muscle beneath his touch. Riven, initially caught off guard, let out a small noise—half surprise, half intrigue. This was new.

He didn’t hate it.

The warmth of Ronan’s body seeped into his own, his scent overwhelming, thick with something dangerous—something possessive. Riven’s sharp eyes flickered, he turned to try to read Ronan, but Ronan was as unreadable as ever.

There were two fresh bite marks standing out starkly against Riven’s pale skin, the imprint of Ronan’s teeth was unmistakable. Deep red, raw. The sight of them made Ronan pause, his gaze darkening as his free hand came up to trace them.

His fingers brushed over the wounds lightly, barely exerting pressure, but Riven still felt it—the roughness of his calloused hands against the tenderness of his skin.

A shiver ran down Riven’s spine.

Ronan’s touch lingered longer than necessary. Something about seeing his own mark on Riven—seeing proof of what he had done—stirred something primal within him.

His grip tightened.

Then, without warning, he leaned in.

Riven’s breath hitched as he felt it—the first warm, wet press of Ronan’s tongue against his skin.

A sharp jolt of sensation shot through him, his body reacting before his mind could catch up. He flinched, the heat from Ronan’s mouth stark against the cool air, the slow drag of his tongue a contrast to the sting of the wound.

He didn’t understand at first.

And then he did.

Ronan was licking him.

His tongue moved with purpose, tracing over the jagged indentations his teeth had left behind. Slow, deliberate strokes that sent tingling shocks through Riven’s nerves.

Riven squirmed, but not to escape—his body was caught in a strange in-between, torn between the lingering ache and the soothing warmth Ronan offered.

A pleased hum slipped from Riven’s lips, quiet but unmistakable.

Good.

This esteemed Alpha, so feared and revered, was tending to his wounds. Serving him.

Riven smirked, though it was weaker than usual, dulled by the sensations coursing through him. He let his head tilt back, exposing more of his neck, offering Ronan more of himself to claim—or to soothe. His pheromones were out of control, they only provoked Ronan further.

Ronan didn’t stop.

Each slow lap of his tongue ignited something unbearable inside him. He was methodical, covering every mark, making sure there was no part of Riven left unattended. But deep down, Ronan knew this was counterproductive.

This wasn’t making his urges subside.

This was only making them worse.

Because every time he inhaled, he caught Riven’s scent—wild, untamed, intoxicating. It filled his lungs, clouding his mind, tempting him to leave more marks instead of simply tending to the ones already there.

His restraint was slipping.

That was why he had avoided Riven all morning.

Ronan had rules. He had spent years controlling himself, reigning in his instincts, refusing to let his emotions dictate his actions. He was logical. Disciplined.

Or at least, he had been.

But this half-breed was undoing him.

Riven exhaled slowly, his tail flicking lazily behind him. He was enjoying this.

Until, without warning, his tail smacked Ronan across the face.

Ronan froze.

Riven grinned.

Hah. He knew this man held grudges, and he had just delivered his revenge.

But before he could fully enjoy his victory, Ronan moved.

With a single swift motion, his free hand shot out and grabbed Riven’s tail, wrapping his fingers around it firmly.

Riven stiffened, a sharp gasp escaping him before he could bite it back.

The grip wasn’t painful, but it was enough to send a shudder down his spine. His tail was sensitive, and Ronan knew it.

He tried to wriggle free, but that only made things worse. freёnovelkiss.com

Ronan didn’t let go.

If anything, he took Riven’s struggling as a challenge, tightening his hold around his waist, pressing him more firmly against his body.

The movement made Riven acutely aware of something—

Something hard.

Heat rushed to his face.

Ronan, to his credit, kept his expression neutral. But Riven felt the tension in his grip, in the rigidness of his muscles. Round 2 it is...

He wanted to push further.

"Can’t I give you a punishment?" he asked, his voice deliberately soft, teasing.

Ronan’s fingers twitched against his skin.

His mouth felt dry.

That tone—sweet, breathy, unintentional or not—was dangerous.

And then, before he could stop himself, he responded.

"What do you have in mind?"

Riven’s eyes lit up.

He beamed, expression filled with unrestrained delight.

Oh, this was dangerous.

He turned in Ronan’s hold, twisting just enough to face him properly. The position forced him even closer, their bodies pressed together in ways that sent warning signals through Ronan’s brain.

But Riven was unbothered.

He draped his arms over Ronan’s shoulders, fingers trailing up the back of his neck, nails scraping lightly against his skin. "Let’s see..." he mused, voice playful. "You ignored me all day, left me aching, and now you’re pretending to be all gentle?"

His fingers slid into Ronan’s silver hair, tugging just slightly.

Ronan clenched his jaw.

"Ah! I know." Riven’s grin widened. "Your punishment..." He leaned in, lips just barely brushing against Ronan’s ear.

"...You have to spoil me."

Ronan went still.

Riven pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, eyes gleaming with amusement. "Well?" he prompted. "What’s taking so long?"

Ronan inhaled slowly, trying to level his breathing. "Spoil you?"

Riven nodded. "You’ve been so mean, keeping your distance, pushing me away—"

His fingers traced over the bite marks on his shoulder, his voice dropping just slightly.

"You make me feel unwanted, you know?"

Ronan felt something twist inside his chest.

That was not his intention.

His eyes flickered to the marks again, lingering on the damage he had inflicted.

He had been trying to control himself, trying to put distance between them.

But he had done the opposite.

Confused, Ronan leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on Riven’s lips.

"...Like this?" Ronan murmured.

"You’re going to have to do better than that, Alpha."