Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 121: Canines

Riven felt it first—not just the heat of Ronan’s kiss or the strength of his arms around him, but the undercurrent of something deeper. A quiet, aching sorrow that wove its way into every brush of lips, every shared breath. His lips moved softly against Ronan’s, and even in the quiet intimacy, he could feel it. The weight. The guilt. The hope.

The kiss wasn’t desperate or rushed. Riven felt like he could feel Ronan’s sorrow in the kiss. No matter how much Riven provoked him, he was able to keep calm. And at this point, he felt guilty for torturing him.

Riven’s lashes fluttered open just a little, curiosity and guilt swirling in his gaze. Through the small sliver between his eyelids, he saw Ronan’s face—tense, brows slightly furrowed, like he was holding back everything that he couldn’t put into words.

Even now, kissing him, he looked like a man caught in a storm of emotions, one hand anchored on the edge of something fragile.

Riven’s lashes brushed lightly against Ronan’s as he blinked slowly. That faint, almost imperceptible touch made Ronan pause, his eyes opening slightly in surprise.

Their gazes met, just for a fleeting second.

Ronan’s expression softened at once. The glacier-blue of his irises, once distant and unreadable, glowed with something warmer—something only Riven ever got to see. His hand slid further up Riven’s spine as he leaned in, deepening the kiss with a hunger that wasn’t carnal, but emotional.

He wanted to be closer. To feel him more completely. To drown in the warmth of the one person who made him feel like he was more than just an alpha, more than a leader bound by duty and control.

When Ronan gently bit Riven’s tongue, it wasn’t to tease. It was to taste. A playful edge with a hidden layer of reverence. Riven gasped into his mouth, a soft tremble running down his spine. That reaction, raw and unfiltered, made Ronan’s breath hitch. The way Riven responded to him—always so sensitive, so reactive—it was intoxicating.

Riven, ever stubborn, he tried to stifle the sounds that slipped out, biting down on his lip as if determined to hide how much Ronan’s touch affected him. But the whimpers still escaped, airy and soft, like music only Ronan could hear.

Ronan’s hands, large and warm, traced the dip of Riven’s lower back, savoring every curve. His thumbs brushed lightly against his waist before traveling lower—palms firm against the swell of Riven’s rear. There was something reverent about the way he held him, like Riven was someone he would pray to.

As if Ronan was looking for chances to show his devotion towards him. Like he would pray to every inch of his body, kiss and lick every inch of him and shower him with love.

Without warning, he lifted him.

Riven yelped into the kiss, startled. He quickly pulled back just enough to glare—but it was half-hearted, and they both knew it. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

"Give me a warning next time, Alpha Ronan." He said in a haughty way that Ronan only found endearing.

Riven struggled trying to balance himself as his legs wrapped instinctively around Ronan’s waist.

Ronan chuckled, that rare, melodic sound vibrating in his chest. "You’re the one who said my eyes were cold like a glacier," he teased, nuzzling the side of Riven’s face. "But I think you’ve been melting them since the day I met you."

"And you’ve flooded my heart." Riven frowned and looked away, did he sound cringy? He felt like he sounded cringy.

Now that they were face-to-face, with Riven perched easily against him, it felt... natural. Easy. The awkwardness faded. The vulnerability lingered.

His eyes locked on Ronan’s again, those glacial blues still watching him with quiet intensity.

They weren’t cold. Not really.

They shimmered like the surface of a frozen lake at dawn—frigid to the touch, yes, but beneath the surface? Alive with movement. With emotion. With warmth that hadn’t seen light in a very long time.

Riven stared, captivated. He could see himself reflected in those eyes.

Ronan noticed the shift in his expression and smiled—soft, almost wistful. "You’re staring," he murmured.

"I am admiring the Alpha. As an omega, how could I not?" Riven resisted no more. He was back to his usual flirty tendencies.

Ronan leaned in slowly, brushing their foreheads together. He closed his eyes, inhaling the familiar scent of his mate. Riven’s scent had always drawn him in—like fresh rainfall in a wild forest, crisp and wild, with a sweetness that lingered in the air.

"You’re not mad anymore," Ronan observed quietly, not as a question but a fact.

Riven didn’t answer. He didn’t have to.

Instead, his arms tightened ever so slightly around Ronan’s neck, and his head dropped gently to rest against his shoulder. It was a silent surrender, a subtle acknowledgment of the truth between them.

Ronan’s hand rose again, fingers brushing along the line of Riven’s jaw, then tracing the outline of his lips.

"Your lips," he said, voice husky and low, "are just like strawberries."

Riven groaned. "You’re still on about that?"

"I meant it." Ronan tilted his head, brushing a soft kiss on the edge of Riven’s mouth. "Sweet. Addictive. Something I want again and again."

Riven mumbled something incoherent, but he didn’t pull away. If anything, he leaned into Ronan’s touch, his tail swaying ever so slightly behind him. "Aren’t you gonna do something more?" Riven asked with expectation.

"All in due time, my dear omega," Ronan whispered.

Riven bit his lower lip, his sharp teeth grazing the already slightly swollen flesh. His chest rose and fell in a slow, controlled rhythm, but his eyes betrayed him—they drifted downward. Just a bit. Just enough to settle on Ronan’s lips.

Full, warm, and parted slightly with each breath. And those canines... they peeked through, sharp yet elegant, curved just enough to hint at the power behind them.

A shiver traveled down Riven’s spine. Just the thought of it could affect him this much, he wanted to feel them again.