Nine Hot Therians and Their Only One Queen novel Chapter 111

He wanted to do that desperately, but he couldn't.

"Because I know, Emy, you don't belong to just me. If I ever locked you away, you wouldn't be you anymore."

Silas looked at Emma with the kind of reverence people reserved for gods.

"My Emy should first belong to herself—only then to me."

For her, he was willing to bury every ounce of his jealousy and darkness, to become a gentle vine willing to wrap itself around her instead of trapping her.

Emma suddenly rolled over, pinning him beneath her.

One by one, she unbuttoned his shirt.

"Silas, I swear, I'm dying to devour you right now."

God, this man knows exactly how to be irresistible.

It was impossible not to fall for him.

Silas stayed still, letting Emma tug his shirt open and toss it to the floor.

"Emy, you can do whatever you want to me," he murmured. "I'll never fight back."

If she actually decided to devour him this very second, Silas wouldn't even resist.

Emma stared at his teasing expression and swallowed hard.

Then, she yanked the blanket over him and said seriously, "Stop tempting me. I can't devour you yet."

She felt ridiculously proud of herself—last time, she'd only been the one being teased. This time, she'd actually been the one to undress him first.

Silas looked completely crestfallen.

Another day, another bout of jealousy toward Edric.

He caught her wrist and gently pulled her down until she was lying on his chest.

"When are you going to devour me then, Emy?" he asked pitifully. "I'm running out of patience."

Emma didn't answer. She didn't know either.

That would have to wait until Edric advanced to the next rank.

When she stayed quiet, Silas poked her cheek in protest.

"Emy, you promised Edric he'd be first, and even that silly Corvin got to be second. But when it's my turn, you just stay silent?"

He flipped her onto her back, pressing his forehead to hers.

"I get it—I can't compete with those two. They were with you first. But tell me, am I really beneath the rest of them too?"

Why should he be?

"No, of course not!" Emma quickly explained. "I just don't know when Edric will advance, so I can't give you a clear answer yet."

Unlike Corvin, Silas wasn't someone she could fool easily.

He lowered his head and bit her lip lightly.

"I don't care when Edric advances," he said in a low, stubborn voice. "I want to be the third. Promise me that, Emy."

Okay, maybe she was a bit twisted too, because that idea intrigued her.

Silas blinked in surprise, then his deep-blue eyes lit up with joy.

"Emy… do you like that idea too?"

"No! I don't! Don't twist my words."

Emma quickly covered his mouth.

He nodded obediently to show he understood, and she finally let go.

Then, he wrapped his arms around her tightly, soft vines curling around her waist.

He whispered against her ear, "I once went to a very remote, barren planet. No therian has ever been there. I thought… I could hide you there. I'd build you a house with my vines—bigger than the wooden cabin at the Alliance. I'd fill it with everything you love.

"You'd live inside my vines. Whatever you did, I'd feel it. Every move you made, I'd know right away."

That was disturbingly possessive.

But also—why did that sound tempting?

Emma slapped a hand over his mouth again. "That's a nice fantasy, but let's not think about it anymore, okay?"

Silas blinked innocently.

Emma was such a contradiction—saying no with her lips while her heart whispered yes.

He could feel it. She liked the idea too.