The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!

Did … did she just moan?

Primrose froze. Her mind went blank.

Had that sound really come from her? That sultry, breathy moan? Right in front of her husband?!

Oh, she'd be damn.

She had touched herself before—of course, she had—but never, not once, had she made a sound like that. The sound that made her so needy and desperate over his touch.

Was her desire to tease Edmund so great that even her subconscious was working overtime to ruin him completely?

Meanwhile, Edmund's inner thoughts were appearing so quickly that it was giving Primrose a headache.

[M-My wife … really moaned?!]

[Does that mean she actually enjoys this?!]

[No, no, no! What if she's just too afraid to push me away?! What if she's secretly uncomfortable and doesn't know how to say it?!]

[I—I have to leave. Right now. Before I completely lose control.]

Edmund immediately pulled his face away, his voice sounded unnaturally stiff. "I … I have work."

… What? What work?!

Who the hell suddenly decided to work in the middle of the night?!

There was no way Primrose was going to let him get away this time, no way she was going to spend another night frustrated and alone with her fingers!

"No, Your Majesty, please don't leave!" Primrose called out, reaching for him in desperation before he could slip away.

Unfortunately, Edmund had already taken a step forward. Instead of stopping when Primrose held his hand, he unintentionally dragged her along with him.

The next thing she knew—BAM!—her forehead smacked against the cold, hard floor.

For a moment, there was silence.

"Ow! That hurts!" Primrose sat on the cold floor, rubbing her now-reddened forehead. A deep frown formed on her face as she bit her lip, trying her best not to cry because of the pain.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Edmund accidentally barked, his voice louder than intended.

[Shit! I yelled at her again!]

[I should've stopped the moment she grabbed my hand, and now I've hurt her!]

[Damn it. Why did I always screw things up with my wife?]

Still holding back the pain in her forehead, Primrose spoke with a cracked voice. "I just … don't want you to leave me alone, Your Majesty."

Ah, whatever. Just cry like a pathetic damsel in distress in front of him.

"And I … I also wanted to apologize," she added with a trembling voice. "For making such a weird sound earlier. I must've disgusted you."

[Disgusted? Wife, I'm aroused because of your voice!]

[That sweet, angelic voice of yours has made me hard as a rock!]

Primrose lowered her eyes and was stunned for a moment as the bulge in his pants had indeed grown!

Now, she wasn't sure whether she should be terrified or desperate to have that big thing inside her.

"Your voice … it's not weird," Edmund said, turning his face away with reddened ears. "It … sounds good."

Finally! Finally, he managed to say what was actually on his mind!

"But ... but why are you running away from me?" Primrose wrapped her hand around his fingers and said shyly, "I-I actually enjoyed your kisses, Your Majesty."

In just a second, Primrose swore she saw a spark of lightning flash in his blue eyes.

[MY WIFE LIKES MY KISS! SHE LIKES ME—No … wait, she didn't say she likes me … yet.]

[BUT SHE LIKES MY KISS!]

Before she could react, Edmund suddenly lifted her into his arms and gently placed her onto the bed. His voice was softer than usual when he asked, "Your forehead … does it hurt?"

"Yes, it hurts so much, Your Majesty," Primrose whined dramatically, making her voice extra delicate. She fluttered her lashes, looking up at him with round, pleading eyes. "Can you heal my forehead too?"

"I can."

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against her forehead before running his tongue over the bruise. A sharp sting came first, but then it disappeared in a second. 

Primrose's breath caught in her throat.

He was so sweet, so intoxicatingly gentle, that her heart felt like it might burst.

"Your Majesty…" She tugged lightly at the hem of his clothes. "M-my throat is sore too … from all the screaming earlier. Do you … know how to heal it?"

Wait.

She hadn't planned to say that. Those words had just slipped out before she could stop them.

Her subconscious was betraying her again, acting as if she was desperate for Edmund's touch.

What did she mean by healing her throat?!

Her throat was inside her! If he really wanted to heal it … then he'd have to kiss her mouth.

Wait, that actually didn't sound that bad at all.

His lips were warm, and every time they touched her skin, an unexplainable joy spread through her chest.

If his lips touched hers … maybe that joy would double—no, maybe even triple!

[Her throat? It's my fault for coming to her bedroom too slowly. No wonder her voice is so hoarse.]

[Wait—HER THROAT?!]

[Did she just … JUST ASK ME TO KISS HER ON THE MOUTH?!]

[IS SHE SERIOUS?!]

Edmund cleared his throat. "It … won't be easy." He struggled to find an explanation that didn't make him sound like a pervert. "It should only be done … under certain circumstances."

Primrose's lips curled into a small smile. "What kind of circumstances?"

Edmund sighed, feeling desperate. "Like … between a husband and wife."

Primrose leaned in just a little closer. "I see … Then, as your wife, may I ask you to demonstrate, Your Majesty?" 

Edmund gulped, his Adam's apple moving up and down. "You won't like it."

[My wife would never want to kiss a beast like me.]

She parted her lips slightly, whispering, "So … you mean you have to kiss me on the lips, right? I wouldn't hate it … as long as it's you."

Something inside his brain snapped. At that moment, the only thing he wanted to do was tear off his wife's clothes, along with his own.

In a blink of an eye, he pushed Primrose onto the bed, his hands pinning her wrist above her head.

Primrose held her breath for a moment, she hadn't expected Edmund to react so fast, too fierce that it scared her just a little.

[WHAT AM I DOING?! WHAT AM I DOING?!]

[DID I JUST SCARE MY WIFE?!]

Forget it.

The difference in their strength was undeniable, he could easily tear her apart in a second if he wanted to. Yet, even as he held her down, his grip remained loose, his fingers trembling slightly against her skin.

Instead of a man trying to dominate his wife, his movements were desperate, like someone holding onto something fragile, something he was terrified of breaking.

[I shouldn't do this. I can't risk hurting my wife.]

But before he could run away again, Primrose's voice stopped him.

"Husband." She slowly licked her lips, her eyes locked onto his. "I want to kiss you."

[She… SHE CALLED ME WHAT?!]

[MY WIFE CALLED ME HUSBAND!]

[Husband! Husband! Husband!]

His mind was a chaotic mess, repeating that one word over and over like a mantra.

Edmund didn't think of anything else—no, he couldn't.

Before Primrose could say something else to calm his mind, Edmund had crashed his lips against hers, devouring her like a starving beast.

His tongue forced Primrose to part her lips, slipping inside like a snake that wanted to hunt its prey.

 [My wife's lips are so soft ….]

[Damn it. She tastes even sweeter than I imagined.]

Edmund's grip loosened, his hand sliding down to cup her cheek, then lower, wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer, as if he couldn't bear to let her go.

Primrose gasped, whimpering softly beneath him. His kiss was wild, desperate, feeling like a man who had been starving for far too long.

He devoured her as if she were the only thing keeping him alive.

Her throat was no longer sore, but now her body burned, and she shivered at the sensation of something wet dripping between her thighs.

He had only kissed her, and she was already this wet?!

Since when had she become so needy?!

As Edmund pulled away, allowing Primrose a moment to catch her breath, she hesitated before softly calling, "Husband." She took a breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "Do you … want to consummate our marriege?"