Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 91

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley**

**Soft Fur, Warm Trouble**

Corvin enveloped Emma in his embrace, his soft fur brushing against her cheek as he nestled closer, seeking warmth and comfort. With a hint of vulnerability in his voice, he asked, “Ms. Tibarn, since Edric hasn’t returned yet, would it be alright if I sleep in your room? I promise, once he comes back, I’ll retreat to my own space and let him stay with you. I won’t put up a fight.”

He certainly had a knack for strategy, knowing how to concede a little to gain something more significant in return.

Emma’s mind raced as she observed him—whether it was Corvin, who appeared like an innocent, obedient kitten, or Silas, who exuded an air of politeness and sophistication—both were deceptively soft on the surface but sharp and cunning within. In contrast, her little snake was the only one who seemed genuinely sincere.

“Ms. Tibarn, is that okay?” Corvin pressed, his hopeful eyes searching hers. When she hesitated, his tail brushed against her waist, a gentle reminder of his presence. “I promise, I’ll just sleep.”

The assurance was as convincing as the age-old line, “Just the tip. I promise.” Yet, despite her better judgment, Emma found herself unable to refuse him.

“You can sleep in my room, but under one condition: you have to shift into your beast form. About this size.” She gestured with her hand, illustrating a size that resembled how he had been as a cub, perhaps a tad larger.

Corvin’s expression shifted, as if a light had flickered on in his mind. “So, that’s what you prefer.”

“I don’t! Don’t jump to conclusions!” Emma retorted, her voice sharper than intended.

It wasn’t that she preferred a cub-sized cat; it was simply that a creature of that size was the most delightful to hug. And the thought of lying next to a handsome man she could snuggle with—who wouldn’t be tempted to kiss him? Emma felt a flutter of anxiety at the possibility that one night, she might lose control and… well, defile him.

“Ms. Tibarn, you don’t need to clarify anything. I understand completely.” Corvin’s earnest expression made her feel both frustrated and speechless.

With a sigh, Emma tugged the blanket up over him, wrapping him in its warmth once more. “Go put on some clothes. Then come back to sleep.”

Corvin glanced down at the blanket cocooning him, clearly hesitant to move. “Ms. Tibarn, if I shift, clothes or no clothes won’t matter.”

True, he had fur, but the reality was that Emma only wanted to send him away so she could tend to Silas’s needs.

“Just go put on clothes. You don’t need to shift tonight,” she insisted, her tone firm.

A spark of realization lit up Corvin’s face, and he practically glowed with excitement at the thought of being allowed to sleep beside her in his human form. He sprang off the bed, his movements so swift that he nearly brushed against her cheek.

“Oh! Ms. Tibarn, I’m sorry! I’ll go change right away—just wait for me!” he exclaimed, darting out of the room.

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