The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 14

Chapter 14: Lick and Leave? Even a Dog Cuddles First!

Edmund jolted at her question, his entire body going frozen. Primrose didn't miss the way his fingers twitched, as if barely resisting the urge to reach for her.

[I WANT IT. I WANT IT.]

[No! You moron! If I lose control, I'll end up tossing her onto the bed and—]

[STOP! What the hell is wrong with me?! How can I have such indecent thoughts about my wife all the damn time? If she could read my mind, she'd be utterly disgusted.]

Oh, well. She had bad news for him.

"It really hurts, Your Majesty." Primrose tried to pull him closer, but he was frozen in place, as if nailed to the floor. "Every time I speak, my throat burns."

"Then don't speak," Edmund said curtly.

[Why the hell did I say it like that?! Now she'll think I don't care about her at all!]

Primrose lowered her head, her voice soft and pitiful. "But ... sleeping is hard too." She sighed, rubbing her throat for emphasis. "I can hold on until morning, but I don't think I'll be able to sleep at all."

Just take the damn bait, Your Majesty!

'I'm practically throwing free meat at you, and yet you dare keep resisting?!'

[My wife is suffering ...]

[Should I try to heal her? I could just run away if things get out of hand.]

No. Because if he ran away, she would drag him right back and make him take responsibility for the fire he'd ignited inside her.

Just take her virginity already, damn it!

Maybe, just maybe, if she had a baby with him, it could earn her some respect from the beasts.

Wait ... had she even considered that before?

A baby? That might actually be the answer!

If she had a child with him, the whole kingdom would probably think twice before daring to harm her or speak ill of her.

The baby would be Edmund's legacy, a potential heir to the throne if they were strong enough.

But then again, we're talking about Edmund's genetics. He was the strongest beast in Noctvaris, so naturally, his child would be strong, right?

Well, Primrose's weaker genetics would also play a part, but let's just hope hers wasn't the dominant one.

But then there's the real question, was her body strong enough to carry his child?

She meant, his body was ... big, right? What if the baby also turned out so big it could stretch her belly to the limit and make it explode?!

And his ... well, she had seen that bulge in his pants. It was enormous!

Would it even fit? Sure, she knew a woman's body could stretch and adapt, but still, she couldn't help but feel nervous.

Okay, cut her some slack, this wasn't exactly a small thing to think about!

However, if this meant she could live peacefully in the palace, pampered by the entire beast kingdom, then Primrose would push her fears aside, acting brave like a soldier, and let his big sword stab her!

"Do you have any idea what I should do to heal you?" Edmund asked, his tone firm, making sure his wife wasn't completely clueless.

Primrose blinked, trying to keep her expression innocent. "I know," she said, her voice a bit shy. "Your saliva ... it can heal any wound, right? You did it once before, so ... maybe you could do it again?"

Edmund swallowed hard, his fists clenching so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

[My wife knows about it... and she still wants me to heal her?!]

[Does this mean she's giving me permission to touch her?]

[No, you idiot! She just wants to be healed, not groped! Get it together, damn it!]

"Alright," he said, his voice sounding a bit rougher than usual. He cleared his throat. "I'll be quick."

Finally! He took the bait!

Primrose tilted her head slightly, exposing her neck to him. The bruise from being strangled stood out starkly against her pale skin, but instead of focusing on the wound, Edmund's eyes darted wildly, admiring the smooth, pearl-like texture of his wife's skin.

[STOP STARING, YOU IDIOT!]

[Just lick her throat and leave. Just. Lick. Her. Throat. And. LEAVE.]

Primrose bit her lower lips to hold back her laugh. 'Lick and leave? Even a damn dog has the decency to cuddle after licking its owner.'

"Don't move," Edmund murmured, his voice oddly tense.

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