Nine Hot Therians and Their Only One Queen 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.

Petals floated down, landing softly on her skin before disappearing as if they had never been there, leaving her in a state of wonder.

The pearls, however, dropped onto the bed one after another—yet not a single one struck her, as if they were dancing around her.

Curious, Emma picked one up, studying it closely, her eyes widening as realization dawned on her. Every single pearl was genuine.

But hadn’t Kieran been unable to produce pearls lately?

Then where on earth did Silas acquire so many, especially ones of this size?

She flicked on her lightcore to check the time. Another two full days had slipped by, leaving her bewildered.

Indeed, her stamina could never hope to match that of a male Etherian. Not even close.

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In the quiet aftermath of their shared night, both Corvin and Emma found themselves transformed, not just by the intimacy they had explored but by the deeper understanding of each other that lingered in the air. Corvin, once burdened by insecurities and the weight of expectations, discovered a newfound confidence in vulnerability. The playful exchange between them had evolved into something profound, a connection that transcended mere attraction. Emma, too, felt the shift within herself; her determination to confront Silas reflected a newfound assertiveness, a willingness to carve out her own space in a world that often dictated her choices. Together, they had opened a door to a life filled with possibilities, one that neither had dared to imagine before.

As Emma sat amidst the remnants of their night, the realization of her surroundings sparked a cascade of thoughts and emotions. The pearls that surrounded her were not just symbols of wealth but of the bonds they were forging—each one a testament to trust, affection, and the complexities of their intertwined lives. The lingering warmth of Corvin’s touch and the echo of their laughter filled the room, reminding her that she was no longer alone in her journey. With each passing moment, she felt the weight of fear dissipate, replaced by a thrilling anticipation for what lay ahead. Together, they were ready to face the challenges of their world, emboldened by the love that had blossomed between them—a love that promised to be as beautiful and unpredictable as the flowers overhead.

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**What to Expect in Next Chapter?**

In the upcoming chapter, readers can anticipate a whirlwind of emotions as Emma grapples with the reality of her situation. Awakening in Silas’s room, the mystery of how she ended up there will unravel, leading her into a deeper exploration of her feelings for both Corvin and Silas. The pearls and blossoms that surround her will serve as a symbol of the tangled web of relationships she finds herself in, each petal whispering secrets of the past and potential futures. Emma’s determination to confront Silas about the pearls will set the stage for a confrontation that could change everything. Will she uncover the truth behind the pearls and Silas’s intentions, or will she find herself further entangled in a web of deception?

Moreover, Corvin’s reaction to Emma’s absence will add a layer of tension to the narrative. As he awakens to find her missing, his feelings of insecurity and jealousy may surface, leading to a pivotal moment of self-discovery. The dynamic between the trio will be tested as Emma navigates her feelings and the consequences of her choices. With emotions running high and secrets lurking just beneath the surface, the next chapter promises to deliver intense moments of passion, conflict, and the undeniable pull of fate. As the stakes rise, readers will be left on the edge of their seats, eagerly anticipating how these relationships will evolve and what revelations await in the shadowy corners of their intertwined lives.