Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 204

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley**
**Chapter 204: Morning Trouble**

“Ms. Tibarn, you’re awake.” The voice was deep, husky, and roughened by the remnants of sleep, slicing through the fog of her dreams like a knife.

Emma blinked against the soft, dim light of the morning, her mind slowly churning into awareness. The first thing that registered was the silhouette of Marcus, leaning over her with an intensity that made her heart race.

“Marcus? What are you doing here?” The words escaped her lips, a mixture of confusion and surprise.

Suddenly, she felt something brush against her leg beneath the blanket. A wave of tension surged through her body, her instincts screaming at her. His skin was cool and bare, sending a jolt of electricity through her, igniting every nerve ending.

“I’m waiting for you to get up, Ms. Tibarn.” His voice was a low rasp, an intoxicating sound that slid over her skin like smoke, leaving a lingering sensation that made her pulse quicken.

Before she could gather her thoughts or react, he shifted, rolling over her in one fluid motion, pinning her beneath him with a grace that was both alarming and thrilling. His silver hair tumbled forward, soft strands brushing against her face, tickling her cheek as he loomed above her.

One arm was braced beside her head, a solid wall of strength, while the other hand moved slowly, deliberately, sweeping a few loose strands of hair from her neck. His fingertips barely grazed her skin, tracing a line that sent shivers racing down her spine, making her heart skip a beat.

His body was cold, but the chill felt like a fire against her warmth, a contrast that made her acutely aware of every inch of their connection.

In that moment, Marcus transcended the ordinary; he was no longer just a man. He was a wolf—starving, reckless, and dangerously alluring.

You’ve got to be kidding me. This can’t be happening right now.

Emma pressed her hands against his chest, attempting to push him away, but the movement only intensified the situation. His knee slid between her legs, the shift of the blanket dragging higher, leaving her breathless, the air catching in her throat.

“Marcus, you—” Her voice faltered, wavering under the weight of the moment.

“Ms. Tibarn, can you feel it?” His gaze sharpened, an intensity in his eyes that made her stomach flip.

Marcus tightened his legs around hers, the pressure rendering her unable to move. The coldness of his skin met her warmth, and then she felt it—the undeniable heat that pressed against her, searing and solid, far too real to ignore.

Her breath hitched, realization crashing over her like a lightning bolt.

He was cold everywhere except there. The heat pressing against her was undeniable, a solid reminder of the primal energy swirling between them.

“Marcus—” Her voice emerged as a broken whisper, caught between shock and disbelief.

Oh my god… is he serious? Is the heat period really this intense? Her mind raced, heart hammering in her chest as she struggled to process the overwhelming sensations.

He leaned closer, his expression scrutinizing her every reaction. “Are you satisfied, Ms. Tibarn?”

His seriousness struck her as absurd, as if this were some kind of scientific experiment.

He thought, She looks that surprised… that has to mean she’s satisfied, right? I mean, sure, I can’t match Edric in size, but quality-wise? I’ve got to be holding my own.

Emma nearly rolled her eyes at the ridiculousness of it all. He’s seriously testing me right now. Does he honestly think this is how bonding’s supposed to work?

“Marcus, get off me first.” Her fingers clenched against his chest, feeling the hard thump of his heart beneath her palm. She could sense the depth of his heat, and a knot of worry twisted in her stomach. If he loses control now, I’m in real trouble.

“Ms. Tibarn, you haven’t answered me.” He remained locked on her face, searching for any sign of approval, as if her response held the key to some unspoken agreement.

Her patience snapped, fraying at the edges. “If I answer, will you move?”

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