Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 127: Inside You

Riven smiled with the kind of mischief that made Ronan’s heart skip a beat. It was the smile of a wolf with a plan, and Ronan knew better than to underestimate it. But even as he lay beneath his mate, still shirtless, feeling the warmth of Riven’s body against his own, he didn’t expect what was coming.

Because Riven wasn’t playing around. He was done being the one always gasping, blushing, or being caught off guard. The world had seen enough of Riven being teased and pushed until he was a flushed mess.

Tonight, he had every intention of turning the tables.

"Ronan..." Riven purred, his voice syrupy sweet.

That tone immediately made Ronan raise a brow. It was the kind of tone that came before something dangerous—or delightfully devious.

Riven’s hands hadn’t left Ronan’s chest, fingers dancing across firm muscle like they were sculpting him from warmth and touch alone. He loved touching the Alpha’s pecs, which were strong and soft at the same time. He was one move away from biting down on it.

His palms spread wide, gently kneading the flesh, pressing down, and watching it spring back. He bit his bottom lip thoughtfully, as if planning something.

Ronan let out a soft chuckle, clearly amused. His breath hitched slightly at the touch, but his smile was teasing. "You’re working really hard to look like you’re in charge, little wolf."

He didn’t realize that Riven wasn’t acting anymore.

Riven leaned down until their noses nearly touched. His emerald eyes gleamed with mischief and something darker—something more serious. "Will you do anything I ask you to do?" he asked slowly.

The question made Ronan frown—not because it was strange, but because he couldn’t understand why Riven had to ask. Hadn’t he made it clear, again and again, in actions and words, how far he was willing to go for his mate? What lengths he’d cross? What promises he would bind to himself for Riven’s sake?

"Of course," Ronan said without hesitation. His voice was firm, grounding. "I’ll do anything and everything for you."

His hands found Riven’s again, stopping their endless exploration, but not because he wanted them to stop—gods no, he loved it. But something had shifted. Riven’s tone had changed. His expression, though playful, was laced with something more serious.

Or at least he thought it was something serious.

So Ronan did what he always did when Riven was like this—he offered comfort the only way he knew how.

He took Riven’s slender wrists in his large hands and brought them to his face. There were scent glands along the inside of the wrist—less potent than those on the neck, but just as intoxicating if he was being honest.

He rubbed his cheek along them, then licked at them softly, the tip of his tongue tracing the delicate skin before he gave the faintest of nips.

Riven’s breath hitched at the sensation, but he didn’t pull back.

Ronan kept licking—slow, patient, hungry without rushing. He let the scent seep into him, ground him. His lips stayed close, mouthing at the pulse point gently as he waited for Riven to speak.

Riven’s ears twitched wildly, betraying his nervous excitement. He could feel Ronan’s heat, the strain, the bulge beneath his trousers—he was more than ready. That, at least, was a comfort. But what he was about to ask... It made him hesitate. It made his throat tighten.

He swallowed, cheeks blooming red.

"Say... if you do this one thing," Riven began carefully, "I’ll forget the grudge between us. Not just forgive. I’ll pretend it never happened."

That stunned Ronan into stillness.

He pulled back slightly, blinking up at Riven with eyes wide, full of surprise—and suspicion. "What are you planning, Riven?" His voice was wary but not cold. He tilted his head, a lock of white hair falling into his face.

Riven looked down at him, biting his lip. His hands were still gently resting against Ronan’s chest, his thighs on either side of Ronan’s hips. The way his tail flicked behind him betrayed his anxious excitement, and the flush on his face made him look young but determined.

He started to move his hips just like Ronan had done earlier. Slowly grinding into Ronan, making Ronan let out a small sigh. Maybe getting Ronan extremely horny could work for him? He knew that Ronan would never dare to force him.

And maybe between the chance of nothing or getting topped... He would choose the latter... Riven could hope! Only one in ten plans went right, and he prayed, begged that this would go according to plan.

"I just..." Riven hesitated again. "I want something. Something a little selfish."

"You have every right to ask," Ronan replied, his voice softer now. "But I want to know. What is it?"

Riven leaned in again, so close their lips nearly brushed. He stared into Ronan’s eyes. His voice dropped to a whisper.

"I want to be the one who takes the lead this time."

Ronan blinked.

"You want to take the lead?" Ronan smiled. That was fine, was it not? Ronan did not understand what Riven meant. And Riven did not seem to understand that Ronan was clueless.

Ronan simply assumed that their roles would stay the same in the end, but that Riven would be more active, and he would take on a more passive version of the role.

Ronan thought a bit more rationally. Why would Riven make this request? It wasn’t about pride. It was about healing. About taking control, just once, in the bond that had overwhelmed them both more than once. About not feeling like the smaller one, the meeker one. Maybe this was his way of getting their relationship back on track.

Ronan’s expression softened completely. "Riven..."

But Riven wasn’t finished. "Let me. Let me mark you with my touch. Let me kiss you where I want to, when I want to-"

Ronan quickly interrupted to assure him. "Of course you can, you have every right."

Riven shot him a look, "Let me finish my words too, please. Anyway... Let me... Inside you."