Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 174: Three

Riven did not expect Soren’s next move. One moment they were kissing, exchanging their breaths and alive, but in the next... He inserted the third finger! He could not take it! It was too much!

His breath hitched, and he could barely get any words out. They seemed to be stuck in his throat. The air around him felt cooler, he felt more exposed. Soren’s fingers wriggled inside him, repeatedly touching his G-spot.

His sharp breathing and muffled moans filled the room. Soren seemed to want to change that. He didn’t want Riven to muffle any sounds, but Riven was not doing it on purpose. His head felt heavy, he felt dizzy, he gripped Soren hard, otherwise he felt like he would fall down, even though he was seated comfortably on the bed.

In other words, he felt like he was on a cloud, he couldn’t tell what was real anymore. The only thing he could tell was that he felt good.

Soren’s fingers slowed down a little, and Riven could breathe. His body still aching, shivering from the stimulation. He felt sweat dripping down his back, hair clung to his wet cheeks.

"So- Soren..." He managed, lips quivering and eyes watery. He slowly lifted his emerald eyes to look at Soren.

Their foreheads were pressed against each other now, and Soren placed a gentle kiss on Riven’s lips in response to him calling out his name.

"Yes, Riven," He was waiting for Riven to finish the thought, but that did not happen.

Riven stayed quiet hoping it would buy him time but Soren, whose only mission is to fuck Riven’s brains out did not fall for it.

His fingers, which had slowed down, picked up their pace.

With his free hand, he removed one of the nipple clasps and tossed it aside to make way for his mouth. He dove for it, target in mind. And once he took the rose bud in his mouth he sucked hard once, releasing it immediately. He needed to make sure he did not miss any of the noises Riven made.

"Mmmf-" Riven bit his lip muffling the small moans that escaped him.

But the moment his teeth sank into that soft flesh, Soren’s eyes darkened with an emotion far more dangerous than mere annoyance.

Soren frowned, what did he tell Riven earlier? That only he could bite Riven’s lip, no one else including himself. He leaned again, looking at the wet bud and smirked. And with no other thought on his mind, he bit it. Hard. Not enough to draw blood but enough to make Riven scream his name as loud as he could.

"So, that is what finally got you to scream my name? Interesting." Soren smirked against the bud and started to slowly lick it in a circular motion as if he was soothing the pain.

His fingers below still moved in a quick rhythm getting Riven to orgasm at least twice in the past few minutes. Riven’s cum was all over his body and it was an odd sensation to him, a pleasant one but odd, he felt like he was marked by Riven’s scent.

One more time, thought Soren.

One more time before he got to have his fun. Right now he was hard, incredibly hard but he was focussed on Riven first. Reminding Riven that only he, Soren, could make him feel this good. No one else.

His hold around Riven tightened, not painfully, but with enough force to remind him exactly where he was—and who he belonged to.

"You shouldn’t have bitten your lip, you know how it angers me," Soren whispered in a teasing way.

Riven could barely comprehend what Soren was saying with the sheer number of emotions that overwhelmed him, a bit of pain, pleasure that made him lose his mind, and a hint of tiredness that crept up on him.

Seeing how he got what he achieved, Soren leaned in to reward himself.

His mouth brushed against Riven’s, deceptively soft at first—until his teeth found that same lower lip and yanked it free with a deliberate, possessive bite. Riven inhaled sharply, startled by the sharp sting that was followed instantly by heat. Soren didn’t stop. He took his mouth completely, kissing him as if making a statement: You are mine, and I don’t share.

He couldn’t stop Riven from doing things with his mate. He knew that, and that was the only thing on his mind when Riven was away. When he punished him earlier, it was because that was on his mind. He was possessive of his belongings. But he was in an impossible position.

He could take the opportunity to punish Riven until he felt satisfied before loving him again.

The kiss was rough, demanding and full of hunger. Soren tasted like something dark and forbidden—like wine spilt under moonlight.

His lips moved with purpose, claiming every inch of Riven’s mouth, again and again. There was no room left to breathe.

Riven tried to keep up, matching the pace, but Soren’s intensity knocked the air from his lungs. His back pressed against the nearest surface, the cold, hard headboard.

The world blurred, narrowed down to Soren’s mouth and the delicious, burning ache he left behind.

"Too much," Riven gasped against his lips, but his arms only clung tighter.

Soren didn’t let up. One hand slid to the back of Riven’s neck, anchoring him in place. His kisses grew even deeper, messier, a clash of teeth and tongue and possessive growls between stolen breaths.

"You made me wait," Soren murmured between kisses, biting just below Riven’s mouth, "Too long. And now... And now I can’t stop."

Riven shivered, the words sending a thrill down his spine. He wasn’t sure if it was the need in Soren’s voice or the restraints holding him firmly in place, but he gave in. If he can’t breathe... So what?

"Then, don’t stop," Riven said with confidence and desire. He did not expect that it would bite him in the back. Soren had something prepared, something that he did not expect.