Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 83: Riven In Heat

Eh, this will be a problem for his future self. For now, he wants to be held and marked by Soren.

His body reacted before his mind could process it.

His arms wrapped around Soren’s neck, his fingers curling into soft, dark blond hair.

Soren’s smirk widened.

Then, he kissed him.

Hard.

Riven gasped into the kiss, his body instinctively rising onto his tiptoes to meet him properly.

Soren’s grip on his waist tightened, keeping him close, keeping him trapped. His hand was right above Riven’s tail. Sometimes, he would reach for it just to get a reaction out of Riven.

The kiss was deep, claiming, like Soren wanted to brand his presence into Riven’s very soul.

And Riven—

Riven let him.

He matched the intensity, his fingers threading through the blond strands, tugging lightly. frёewebηovel.cѳm

A low growl rumbled in Soren’s chest, the sound sending a shiver down Riven’s spine.

Soren’s lips moved lower, trailing kisses down Riven’s jawline, then down his throat.

Riven moaned in response, the sensation was unlike any other.

A wolf’s neck was a vulnerable place, one that only trusted mates were allowed to touch.

Soren wasn’t a wolf—he was a snow leopard.

But that didn’t matter.

Because when Soren’s lips brushed against his scent glands, Riven felt his knees weaken.

He barely managed to bite back a whimper.

Soren chuckled against his skin, pleased.

"Sensitive, aren’t you?"

Riven scowled, his ears flicking.

"Don’t tease me like that..." He whined.

Soren only hummed, his fingers trailing up Riven’s back, stroking the sensitive skin beneath his collar.

Then, without warning—

He licked it.

Right over Riven’s scent glands.

Riven’s body shuddered.

A sharp gasp left his lips, his fingers tightening around Soren’s shoulder. His other hand was right behind Soran’s head. He felt the urge to pull Soren in and stop his relentless teasing. Just bite him already! Mark him... Quick!

That damn bastard.

Soren smirked against his skin, clearly enjoying how Riven reacted so instinctively to his touch.

And then—

He bit down.

Not hard enough to pierce, but firm enough to leave a mark.

To claim.

Riven’s entire body froze.

Heat rushed through him like a wildfire, his breath catching in his throat.

The moment Soren’s teeth pressed into his neck, something inside him flipped.

A primal, undeniable instinct.

An Omega’s instinct.

His tail bristled, and his ears flattened, his body torn between yielding and resisting.

Soren held him still, his grip unrelenting.

Mine.

That was what the bite meant.

Mine.

Not in the way wolves did—there was no permanent mating bond, no supernatural claim.

But Soren wasn’t a wolf.

Riven shivered, but he didn’t pull away.

He couldn’t.

He didn’t want to.

Slowly, Soren pulled back, his tongue flicking out to soothe the mark he had just made.

Riven exhaled shakily, his entire body buzzing.

The room felt too hot.

His lips were still tingling from the kiss, and his scent glands still felt overly sensitive from Soren’s touch.

Soren leaned back slightly, his obsidian eyes filled with satisfaction.

"Happy now?" He murmured.

Riven nodded eagerly, and then he snuggled against Soren. His head fit under Soren’s chin as he rubbed himself against him. This was... His way of marking Soren. He wanted to make sure Soren smelled like him.

Soren let him push away—but only a little.

His hands remained firm on Riven’s waist, his fingers brushing against the fabric of his shirt.

Riven exhaled, trying to calm his racing heart.

Damn it.

Was he in heat again? Just how often does he have to deal with this... Not that he was complaining.

Soren chuckled, his breath still warm against Riven’s skin.

"You look good with my mark on you, little wolf."

Riven’s ears twitched, and his tail curled slightly.

"I..." Riven could barely get a word out. He felt different. Much different... This was not like anything he had felt before. Soren did not realise this yet.

Instead, Soren’s grin widened. "Oh? Should I leave another to make sure it stays?"

Soren’s arms tightened around Riven’s waist, his fingers resting possessively against the curve of his back. He had expected some kind of reaction—a sharp retort, a coy smirk, maybe even a playful slap. But instead...

Silence.

Riven didn’t say a word.

Soren frowned, his obsidian eyes narrowing slightly as he tilted his head, trying to get a better look at Riven’s face.

What he saw made something sharp twist in his chest.

Riven’s cheeks were flushed, his ears twitching erratically. His green eyes had an unfocused glaze, his lips slightly parted as if trying to catch his breath.

And his tail—

His tail was wagging uncontrollably.

Soren’s grip tightened instinctively.

"...Riven?"

No answer.

Riven didn’t meet his gaze, instead curling in on himself, his body trying to instinctively retreat from Soren’s hold.

Rejecting him.

This made Soren freeze. He started laughing... Slowly at first, but it got louder. That laughter was filled with anger.

He growled low in his throat, his hand shooting up to grip Riven’s chin, forcing his face up. His grip was firm, but not bruising. Even now, he was careful.

Because Riven was his.

And his possessions couldn’t have a single scratch on them.

The thought made him chuckle darkly.

"Ridiculous," he muttered under his breath, his lips grazing against the bite mark he had just left. "I say that, yet I just bit you."

His smirk faded, though, when Riven still didn’t respond.

Instead, his body trembled slightly. His ears flattened against his head, his tail flicking erratically like he was fighting something internal.

And then—Soren finally realised.

This wasn’t about him.

This was Ronan.

He gritted his teeth... That fucking bastard was the cause of this. Riven had been forced to reject him.

Even now—even after he had claimed him, left his mark—Riven’s body still reacted to that bastard.

The thought sent a dangerous, possessive fury simmering through him.

"Damn mutt," he hissed under his breath. He wished he could tear Ronan to pieces.

Riven whimpered softly, curling further into himself, his body instinctively trying to resist Soren’s touch.

That only made Soren more aggressive.

Not enough to hurt—never enough to hurt.

But he wouldn’t be ignored.