Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 226

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley**
**Chapter 226: A Night to Remember**

“Tell me, who taught you to arrange your room with such precision? And those clothes—who suggested you wear them like that?” Emma asked, her fingers gliding gently across Corvin’s skin, leaving a warm trail that sent delightful shivers through him.

Her touch was light, almost teasing, like a feather skimming the surface of a tranquil lake. Yet, for Corvin, it ignited a cascade of emotions, mixing discomfort with an undeniable thrill that made him squirm.

He shifted in place, a hint of guilt flickering across his face, and finally blurted out, “Emma, if I tell you the truth, you have to promise me you won’t get mad, okay?”

In that moment, he felt utterly lost; despite his remarkable ability to construct mechs, he was painfully ignorant about so much else.

“Alright,” Emma replied, her tone shifting to seriousness as she studied him intently. “Just relax. I swear I won’t be angry.”

With her calming words, Corvin released a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “It was Silas. I asked him for help. I… I really don’t know much beyond building mechs, so I figured I should consult him.”

Of course, it had to be Silas.

A soft smile crept onto Emma’s lips. “So, Silas was also the one who guided you on how to set up Marcus’s room?”

Corvin nodded, his cheeks warming slightly. “Yeah. Marcus mentioned he wanted to create a room you’d adore. He told me to ask Silas for advice. You know how it is—Silas is the best at making people happy around here.”

A Rank 10 beast core had funded two rooms that perfectly matched Emma’s taste.

Honestly, every bit of that investment had been worth it.

“Rooms I like?” Emma echoed, her disbelief evident as her brows furrowed. “That’s absolutely absurd. Silas must be misunderstanding me. I’m completely innocent here, you know?”

Emma clenched her jaw, determination radiating from her as her eyes sparkled with resolve. She was definitely going to have a serious word with Silas tomorrow.

Corvin noticed the sudden shift in the atmosphere, the silence stretching between them like a taut string, filled with unspoken tension. His tail curled nervously, inching closer to her, almost seeking comfort.

“Emma,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, “can you kiss me?”

He found her dominant nature utterly irresistible, a spark that sent his heart racing wildly in his chest.

As Emma gazed down at Corvin’s flushed, handsome face, she took the tie from his collar and deftly looped it around his wrists, securing it with a swift, confident motion. Without hesitating, she leaned in, capturing his mouth with hers.

His breath caught in his throat. The moment her lips met his, his mind blanked, consumed entirely by the overwhelming sensation.

The kiss began softly, like the gentle brush of a feather, but quickly escalated into something more fervent, leaving him breathless and yearning for more.

Emma’s fingertips danced along his wrists, tightening the leather tie bit by bit. The smooth material glided against his skin, sending delightful shivers racing down his arms.

“Oh…” A low groan escaped Corvin as he instinctively tested the restraint, only to find Emma’s other hand firmly pinning him down, unwavering in her grip.

His tail, as if acting on its own accord, wrapped around her waist, the soft fur brushing against her clothes, a silent plea for closeness.

Heat flooded his cheeks, and his breath became uneven as their foreheads rested against each other, sharing the same breath, their hearts beating in sync.

“Emma…” His voice was thick with desire, the tip of his tail curling tightly around her waist. “Please, stop torturing me.”

Emma’s lips trailed from his jaw down to his Adam’s apple, her teeth grazing his skin with a teasing nip. “Beg me,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry, dripping with playful authority.

Corvin’s breathing turned ragged, the tension between them palpable and electric.

Her mouth hovered tantalizingly over his throat, her teeth brushing against the pulsing vein—not hard enough to inflict pain, but just enough to make him tremble, like a predator toying with its prey before the final strike.

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