Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 173: Too Much!

"I- I can’t," Riven’s breathing became shallow. He was struggling to keep himself together.

Just like before, his hands had been bound to the bed. The metal chains clanked every time he moved. His legs were not free, they had been chained too and Soren... Soren controlled him like a puppet!

He could adjust the length of the chain to get easier access. And that was exactly what he did, after thoroughly teasing him and placing clamps on his nipples, Soren pulled out a moonstone... No, it was not a cute little pebble-sized moonstone.

It was big and oblong, and it was about 20 inches long. The cylinder’s width kept increasing as you went down, he could not wrap his hand around it at the base!

Riven thought it was a thoughtful gift. Moonstone because he was a wolf, how cute was that?! He thought it was for decoration, but he was wrong. Very wrong.

Inch by inch, Soren put it in. He had the decency to prepare him first at least.

Earlier...

Riven stirred, lifting his head slowly. His arms were suspended above him, chained to the wall, the metal cold against his skin. He blinked a few times, not trusting what he saw at first. But then he heard the familiar footfalls, calm and determined. He went to sleep a free man and woke up with chains on his body.

So this is what he meant when he said there was a surprise in the morning.

"Soren..." His voice was hoarse, but soft with disbelief.

Soren stepped into the room. It was as if he was waiting for Riven to wake up so that they could start.

Soren crossed the room in two long strides and grabbed Riven’s face with both hands, tilting it up. "I meant it when I said you would not leave this bed."

Riven moved, lifting his chained arms with effort and draping them around Soren’s shoulders. The clinking of chains echoed in the room, metal against metal, sharp and raw. The sound only seemed to push Soren further. Riven was clearly turned down, even though he had only just woken up.

He growled low in his throat and closed the remaining space between them, crashing his lips to Riven’s in a kiss that was anything but gentle.

It was the kiss of a man who had been starved. Who had endured too many nights with nothing but memories and anger in place of warmth. Riven kissed him back just as hungrily, his fingers curling behind Soren’s neck despite the chains that held him.

The kiss deepened, mouths slanting, breath hitching. Soren’s hands dropped to Riven’s hips, gripping him like he could anchor himself there forever.

Riven trembled at the intensity first, but quickly composed himself, he started to move a little, slowly rubbing himself on Soren, hoping his scent would rub off on him. At the end of the day, he was still a dog and he wanted to mark his territory.

His back hit the headboard again, but he barely noticed. He pulled Soren closer still, chains groaning under the strain.

Soren bit Riven’s lower lip, earning a gasp, then soothed the sting with a gentler brush of his mouth. "What do you want the safe word to be?"

"Figs?" Riven grinned cheekily, knowing that Soren hated them.

Their mouths met again, devouring, desperate. A reunion long overdue—painful, messy, and perfect in its own way.

And for a moment, even with the chains still clinking, Riven felt free. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Soren’s hands moved and attached the nipple clamps while kissing Riven. When the cold metal started to pinch his skin, he instinctively leaned back and away from Soren.

His face was red and he took in deep breaths, "You waste no time..." He muttered.

Soren smirked and shook his head. His fingers trailed from the clamps all the way down to his shaft, with a firm tuck, the ring was off. Riven felt relieved. If Soren let that ring stay on him and denied him an orgasm, he would have thrown a fit! A big fit!

He then aimed for Riven’s entrance. Riven needed to be prepared for the things he had planned. He could already imagine the wolf wriggling and shivering, melting under his touch. Calling out his name and begging him to fuck him.

Slowly, he put a finger in. He was met with slick. Just the kiss was enough to turn him on. The warmth of Riven’s insides consumed his finger.

"Hnngh!" Just as the leopard moved his finger, the wolf reacted. He was hitting all the right spots, hitting places that made Riven writhe with pleasure.

The wolf’s hands grasped for some grip on Soren’s shoulders, his nails dug into the leopard’s back as he steadied himself.

Just when he thought he had orgasmed, Soren inserted another finger. And the same continued, he lost count of how many times he came to just Soren’s fingers. But as much as he enjoyed this, he wanted Soren... He wanted Soren in him.

Catching his breath, he lifted his head to look at Soren, until now he had his eyes closed. He didn’t realise that he couldn’t see Soren until he opened his eyes. Soren’s face was buried in Riven’s neck. He felt the leopard’s warm breath on his collarbone.

He could see how Soren’s chest moved as he breathed. His hand loosened. He slowly moved to caress Soren’s cheek, looking into his obsidian eyes that were filled with intensity and desire. No, he couldn’t take it, so he closed his eyes as he leaned in for another kiss.

How did Soren taste? While Ronan tasted like coffee... Rich, bitter but energising.

Sandalwood, blood musk, and a hint of clove, that was what Soren tasted like. Earthy, magnetic, with a sharp, almost predatory warmth. It’s the kind of scent that wraps around you and stays, even when he’s gone, marking his presence like a brand.

"Soren- No!" He felt the smirk on Soren’s face. He caught Riven unprepared, and his voice sounded delightful.