Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 169: New Tail

Riven was slowly losing focus during the kiss. Mainly because he was getting closer and closer to his release.

Just a bit more... Hah...

But before he could get what he wanted, Soren interrupted him.

His hand firmly grabbed Riven’s, his eyes were open, and his lips parted from Riven’s. His expression seemed to say, ’How dare you think you can cum without my permission.’

Riven’s cheeks were flushed, and his breathing was heavy. His ebony furrowed with frustration. He should have expected this. This was typical of Soren, to deny him a release, withhold it until he felt like he had had enough fun.

"You broke your rule... You touched me..." Riven managed to say in between breaths.

Soren acted like he did not hear Riven’s taunt. He lifted Riven’s hand closer to his face to take a good look. His fingers were wet, covered in pre-cum.

Riven stared down at the mess on his hand and wondered why Soren was staring at it so intently.

Riven’s breath was caught in his throat. He did not know what he expected, but it was definitely not this.

Soren extended the red tongue of his and took a deliberate swipe along the side of Riven’s index finger.

The young wolf’s face lit up instantly, glowing red.

But Soren didn’t stop. His black eyes met Riven’s, full of quiet amusement and something more tender, more dangerous. He licked up another line of the dripping liquid and said, "Well, I am certainly not known for following rules."

No, he was not. He was like a king of the underworld. And he did not earn that title by following rules.

Riven found him too dangerous and charismatic at the moment. And the sensation of his tongue between his fingers was too enthralling.

Soren stepped closer, dropping Riven’s hand once he was done cleaning it up, his voice dropping to a near-purr. "Help me take this top off."

Riven did not move. What was Soren playing at now? He was suspicious, so he did not move yet.

"I’ll reward you."

That got Riven moving. He sprang to his feet like an eager pup and reached for Soren’s coat, slipping it down his arms with reverent care. Soren chuckled softly under his breath.

Next came the vest. Riven undid the buttons slowly, his fingers brushing against Soren’s warm skin beneath each layer. Soren said nothing, he only watched, his breathing steady.

As Riven began to unbutton the shirt, taking his time now, Soren leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to one of his wolf ears. The sudden touch made Riven’s shoulders rise with a shiver.

"You better make me feel good, these kisses won’t calm me down," Riven muttered.

Soren only kissed the other one, this time letting his lips linger. "Of course."

The last button came undone, and Soren shrugged out of the shirt, letting it fall. Riven stared for a moment, eyes wide and pleased, his tail swishing behind him. How he wanted to touch those muscles! But he refused to touch Soren! This was him getting revenge humph!

Soren saw how Riven was fuming and walked over to the side table, Riven only opened the top drawer, there was something special in the bottom one. He opened with a bit of eagerness, he could not hide it.

It was... A toy?

Of course it was. Why was Riven even surprised? Soren hid it behind his back and ordered him again. "Turn around."

Riven did a little scooting and turned around.

Soren placed his hand on Riven’s head and neck, holding him firmly in place for what came next.

Then, without warning, Soren inserted something into his entrance, and he couldn’t help but yelp. He felt something cold and metallic in him. It was heavy... Kind of. What the hell was this?!

The pressure on his head and neck was finally released, so now he could turn around to see what was in him!

Soren, quiet as ever, had stepped away for only a moment, allowing Riven to see what he did.

Riven turned slightly to see what had caught his attention.

And froze.

A tail. But not his.

It was thinner than his, sleek and graceful, with pale grey and black rosettes. It looked so real, and it was most certainly not the thick, black, bushy wolf tail he’d always had.

He blinked.

"What the—"

Soren, still watching, didn’t say anything at first. There was something unreadable in his dark eyes. A softness, perhaps. Or maybe guilt.

"Hah... Was my wolf tail not enough for you?" Riven sighed. He flopped onto the bed.

His tone was teasing, but not without confusion.

Soren finally spoke. "Hardly."

Riven rolled onto his side and stared at him. "Wait, did you do this? You gave me a leopard tail?"

"You’re cute with it," Soren said, his voice quiet. "Too cute, actually. It suits you."

Riven narrowed his eyes, sitting up on his knees. "Why?"

Soren avoided his gaze. For a moment, the usually untouchable, composed Soren seemed...Hesitant. Then he sighed, ran a hand through his silver hair, and admitted softly, "Because I wanted to see you with something of mine."

That caught Riven off guard.

"I’m a leopard," Soren continued, voice barely above a murmur. "You’re a wolf. Ronan is a wolf. Everyone else around you is a wolf. It’s silly, but sometimes... I feel like I’m standing just a little too far from where you are."

There it was. A sliver of vulnerability. Of longing.

Riven was surprised by his vulnerability. It was just like him... To torture him, make him angry, turn the tables with ease and make him love him even more.

Riven reached back and flicked the spotted tail experimentally. "So this is your way of marking territory?"

"It was meant to be temporary," Soren muttered. "Just for fun. But now..."

Soren leaned in and lifted Riven’s chin, he was examining those wolf ears that flicked uncontrollably. "Maybe you should wear it when you are here."