The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 301

Chapter 301: The King Who Can’t Resist His Queen

What if something happened to her, and it wasn’t just Leofric’s test?

"I don’t think you need to worry about that anymore, husband." Primrose pulled the towel aside just enough to see Edmund’s face. "If no one could save me ... then I think I could save myself."

The first time she used her mind-control ability, it might have seemed like a coincidence. But when it happened a second, a third, and even more times afterward, Primrose could no longer call it an accident.

"Sir Leofric said that I already have a way to control my ability, even if I’m not an expert yet," Primrose said calmly. "I still need more time to practice, but ... I know I’ll be fine."

Leofric even told her that she could use her ability whenever she felt a strong emotion in her heart, and since Primrose was naturally dramatic, nurturing strong emotions wasn’t exactly a difficult thing for her.

"Besides, the palace’s security is already very strong." Primrose continued when Edmund stayed silent. "If Sir Leofric hadn’t helped that intruder sneak inside, then I don’t think he would’ve had the chance to get in at all."

Based on what the mysterious man said in his mind, it seemed clear that Leofric had opened the way for him. That was proof enough that the palace’s defenses weren’t easy to break without betrayal from within.

"But I think I should still strengthen the palace defense," Edmund finally said. "If there are traitors inside, then this palace won’t ever be safe. Maybe ... I really should assign you more personal guards."

Primrose’s hand moved from his half-dried hair to his face. Droplets of water rolled down his skin, making it softer and smoother, and she couldn’t help but caress him a little longer.

"Lady Solene wants to be my personal guard." Primrose locked her gaze on Edmund’s blue eyes. "Don’t you think she’s capable enough to protect me?"

Edmund swallowed hard as Primrose leaned closer, closing the last bit of distance between them. "Lady Solene is more than capable of protecting you, but ... it’s been a long time since she officially served in the military."

Even though Edmund knew Solene had fought in Moonshadow, he still doubted whether she could match the royal guards’ combat skills now.

"That’s why Lady Solene wants to take the royal guard’s test again." Primrose shifted from standing to sitting on Edmund’s lap. "Would you mind giving her the chance to return to the military?"

Edmund’s hand, which had been on her waist, slid down to her thigh. His fingers slipped beneath her nightgown, touching her bare skin directly.

"I can give her a chance." Edmund sounded absentminded, as if he was simply repeating her words rather than answering.

His distracted behavior made Primrose chuckle softly.

It seemed her husband really had missed her that much. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned forward until their lips almost touched. "There’s one more thing ... Sir Callen also wants to take the royal guard’s test. Could you ask Sir Leofric to train him? Maybe ... you can even tell Sir Leofric that he’ll be forgiven if he can make Sir Callen pass the test."

"Mhm." Edmund agreed without a second thought, not even bothering to weigh the idea.

But really, who could blame him? What kind of man could think straight when his wife was sitting on his lap, close enough for him to breathe in her sweet scent?

Maybe some men could, but Edmund certainly wasn’t one of them.

"Edmund." Primrose tilted her head and lowered her gaze to his lips. "Do you want me to kiss you?"

"Yes ...." His other hand slid behind her back, pulling her even closer until their lips were only a breath apart. "Please."

Primrose no longer had any intention of teasing him further. She finally gave him gentle kisses, something that could take her husband’s mind off all the bad things that had happened to them that day.

Honestly, Primrose regretted that they could only ever have a deep conversation for no longer than ten minutes before it turned into something sexual.

Maybe it was Edmund’s fault for being so easily tempted, or maybe it was her fault for thirsting over him too much.

"Husband, are you tired? Is that why you’re rejecting me?" she asked softly, leaning her head on his shoulder and fluttering her lashes at him. "Or ... do you not find me attractive enough tonight?"

She had been eating too many cookies these past few days just to kill time, so she worried she might’ve put on a little weight.

"Nonsense." Edmund sighed, pausing before suddenly laying her down on the bed. "You’ll always be beautiful in my eyes." His hand rested by her head, caging her in so that the only thing she could see was his face. "I’m just worried about your health."

"I’m fine," Primrose reassured him. "My doctors didn’t forbid me from having sex. Besides ... I can just lie here in bed and let you do all the work tonight." She smiled sweetly and added, "If you don’t mind."

Edmund bent down, kissing her a few times before murmuring, "I don’t mind." His voice grew lower, warmer. "I don’t mind spoiling my wife tonight."

Primrose didn’t need to say anything more after that. His words were enough to prove that he was no longer rejecting her offering.

She pulled him closer, kissing him over and over again until she was breathless. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, not out of shyness, but because she felt so loved by him that she thought her heart might burst.

The fresh scent of soap mixed with his natural pheromones, leaving her a little dizzy and addicted to him.

"You can tell me if I’m being too rough with you," Edmund murmured, slipping off her panties without breaking eye contact. "I promise I’ll be gentler."

Primrose held her breath for a few seconds. The way he looked at her and spoke to her was so gentle, so full of love, that she almost questioned her own sanity.

She almost laughed at herself because she swore no sane woman could stay standing if their husband treated them the way Edmund treated her.

"I don’t mind if you’re a little rough with me tonight," Primrose whispered as she slowly slipped off his shirt, which honestly looked like it didn’t belong to him in the first place. "Besides, I’m pretty sure Sir Dorne will want a day off tomorrow after someone knocked him out today."