Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 130: Admiring The Back

Riven buried his nose against that pulse point, lips brushing the skin as he inhaled deeply, grounding himself in the scent that had become his anchor. It was earthy. Strong. And underneath that? Something more elusive—warmth. A sweetness he hadn’t expected.

He thought it would taste like the scent: strong and bracing.

But it didn’t.

Metaphorically, of course, it tasted like something soft. Like the first breath of spring after a long winter. Like honey that lingered just a second longer on the tongue. A taste that made him tremble and exhale softly against Ronan’s neck, shuddering with the effort it took to hold back.

He was getting too worked up. He remembered when Ronan had marked him. If he felt everything that he was feeling right now, it would be a miracle that Ronan did not lose control. The effect a mate’s scent could have on a wolf was insane.

His breath hitched, fangs pressing against his bottom lip for just a heartbeat before he gave in. He wished he growled like a strong wolf, but it sounded like a whimper instead.

He opened his mouth and gently, with trembling precision, let his fangs sink into Ronan’s scent gland.

Ronan hissed through his teeth, his arms immediately wrapping around Riven’s back, grounding him, anchoring him.

And Riven? He was burning.

"Take it easy, Riven." He could feel his omega getting all worked up, in a way, it was amazing. Seeing Riven be so proactive and yearn for him after the hurdles and hatred... It was so relieving.

The taste wasn’t literal, but it was real. The moment his fangs broke the surface, it was like something inside him clicked. A wave of emotion flooded through him—pleasure, relief, ownership, belonging. Like something sacred had passed between them.

He pulled back slowly, licking over the mark with reverence, his lips slick and trembling. His chest was heaving, breath coming fast and shallow. His body felt too hot, too tight.

He hadn’t expected it to feel so... Complete.

Ronan, too. The feeling of being claimed felt so weird in a good way. But it was weird. This was unheard of. He was the Alpha, and Omega should not be able to do this, but here they were.

Ronan’s hand found the back of his neck, fingers threading through his hair, thumb stroking slow circles along his nape. "You marked me," he whispered.

Riven, panting, slowly answered, "I sure did. And now... I am going to mark you in other ways."

Ronan chuckled in a low voice that came from deep within. Riven found it so magnetic.

Riven slid off Ronan with exaggerated slowness, dragging his fingers down the Alpha’s chest like he was savoring every inch of skin. His breath was still uneven, his cheeks tinged with the aftermath of the marking.

"Turn over," Riven said, his voice dipping into that husky, confident tone he used whenever he was feeling a little wicked. "I want to admire what’s mine."

Ronan lifted an eyebrow, lips twitching into a soft smile. "Possessive, aren’t we?"

"Only when it comes to you," Riven replied with a wink.

Ronan gave a quiet chuckle, that deep, chest-rumbling sound that always made Riven’s heart stutter a little. There was something so utterly unfair about the way Ronan could be both intimidating and gentle—raw power wrapped in the body of a patient, loyal protector.

He turned onto his stomach with fluid ease, propping his arms under the pillow and glancing at Riven over his shoulder with that slow, knowing look. It said, I’m letting you have your fun. It said, You’ve got me, I’m yours. And gods, Riven loved that look more than he could put into words.

All of his fantasies were coming true and he was freaking out with excitement!

Riven bit his lower lip, his smirk deepening as he straddled Ronan’s thighs and trailed his fingers up his back. "Mm, you’ve been hiding all this from me?" he murmured as his hands explored the hard lines of Ronan’s shoulders and spine.

Ronan was always biting his back, leaving marks, and leaving him in shambles. Now it was his turn. His back was so attractive, he could not look away. Ronan was muscular, very muscular.

Each muscle flexed subtly under his touch, like Ronan’s body was instinctively responding to his admiration. The broad expanse of his back, the dip of his waist, the strong, sculpted ridges of muscle that framed his shoulder blades—it was like something carved by a sculptor with a dangerous imagination.

Ronan let out a soft breath, his entire body relaxing beneath Riven’s touch.

Riven leaned down until his chest rested lightly on Ronan’s back, wrapping his arms loosely around the Alpha’s waist and just basking in the quiet.

"You really are letting me get away with everything tonight," Riven whispered, his lips brushing Ronan’s ear.

The Alpha was stretched out beneath him, head turned to the side, looking completely relaxed. Riven did not like that, he wanted Ronan to get all hot and bothered. Where was the blushing? Where was the ’calling out his name in pleasure’?

Riven’s breath hitched as his gaze trailed over the expanse of Ronan’s back—tan, broad, and marked by the faintest hints of old battle scars.

His body was basically covered with scars, beautiful ones. Ones that told a story.

Riven leaned down, his lips brushing against the curve of Ronan’s shoulder. His hand gently slid up his arm, steadying him as he opened his mouth and bit down—not too hard, but not gently either. Just enough to leave a mark.

Ronan tensed slightly beneath him, a quiet sound escaping his throat—not pain, but surprise and maybe something more. Riven’s heart pounded as he held the bite for a second longer.

Then, just like Ronan had done to him once, he drew back and licked the mark he’d made. freёweɓnovel.com

His tongue swept over the reddened skin slowly, reverently. The taste was faintly salty from sweat, warm from skin flushed with heat. He could remember vividly the first time Ronan had done this to him.