Married to a Beast Read Online Marian Tee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
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Estrella didn't mind it though. She really liked how it sounded, and she thought it extremely sexy—-

Thank you.

The twins blinked when the princess suddenly lost her balance and almost fell off her husband's lap. When the prince helped her back up, her cheeks were on fire, and the twins looked at each other. Honeymoon stage, probably?

They nodded simultaneously in silent agreement. That was probably it, and since this could only be a good thing for the royal couple, they paid it no heed and went back to reporting to their prince. "We have looked into the matter you requested—-"

"What matter is this?" Estrella couldn't help asking.

Lysander's face hardened. "Why...people...want to...abduct...MY WIFE."

The twins saw the princess slowly cover her face, and they couldn't help smirking when the prince, who had noticed the same thing, too, appeared taken aback by her actions.

Perturbed at the strangeness of her actions, Lysander was doing his best to read his wife's thoughts, but all he could glean at that moment was an unquantifiable amount of...gibberish. She was making odd, high-pitched sounds inside her mind, almost like a screeching monkey, and by the way the twins were reacting, it seems as if they understood exactly what was going on.

"Explain," he commanded them. "Her mind...is impossible...to read...right now. Why?"

The prince's words were all the confirmation they needed, and Aluin couldn't help grinning even as he said with sham solemnity, "The princess' thoughts right now, Your Highness...are you saying they're indecipherable?"

"Yes."

"Is she making strange, wordless, high-pitched sounds?"

Lysander frowned. "Exactly."

The twins smirked again. "That, Your Highness—-" Alain was the one who spoke this time, albeit in a decidedly dry tone, "—-is what's best referred to as internal squealing."

Hearing this, Estrella couldn't help lowering her hands just so she could glare straight at the warrior. "Alain!" But as she did, her gaze accidentally clashed with the prince, who - you know - had just made her dream come true and called her - you know - MY WIFE in front of - you know - other people, and well...

The moment her hands flew back up to cover her flushed cheeks, the sounds inside her mind immediately resumed, and Lysander couldn't help but wince as it was now a thousand times shriller.

"What you are hearing in her mind right now is what we heard - out loud - the first time someone else referred to her as your wife."

As predicted, hearing the last two words had Estrella's internal squealing going up several notches higher, to the point that the sounds threatened to burst his eardrums from within. Not that he minded, now that he knew that all of this...was simply because she was that happy to be his wife.

Had always been that happy, Lysander thought, even when the world doubted his return and disparaged her for being so faithful and loyal to a prince whose race had been vanquished in battle...twice.

The beast in him began to stir. It believed such devotion must be - and could only be rewarded in one way. And the Fae in him agreed.

"I require a private moment with my wife." Lysander had already risen to his feet as he spoke, and by the time he finished he had a stunned and confused Estrella up in his arms. "Wait here."

"Yes, Your Highness." The twins' tone were utterly respectful, but both also rolled their eyes as they watched the royal couple head back to the master's bedroom. Lysander had always had a strong sex drive, but he was practically insatiable now with his princess.

Was that truly a beast thing...or could it be something else?

Back inside the bedroom, things moved fast as soon as the door closed. Before she could even wonder what Lysander required a private moment for, he already had her out of her dress and flat on her back on the bed.

"Lysan——oh!"

As soon as he had parted her legs wide open, he had bent his head down to nuzzle the quivering and already-moist triangle between her legs. Mortification immediately burst inside of her even as a thousand thoughts raced in her head.

Lysander. Husband. Mouth, no, wait - Tongue. His Tongue. Down There. Licking - no, wait, not just that. But also...t-t-t-thrustiiiiiiiiiiiiiing—-

I can hear you... MY WIFE.

Her body arched up in an instant, and hearing it was like having the arrow of her pleasure meter swing all the way up to the danger zone, and she was just one pant away from losing her mind. One moment, it was just a tiny, sweet throb, but a moment later, she was close to passing out, her body back to being a feverish, wet, writhing mess.

He knew...he had to have known what it did to her, hearing him of all people call her that, and yet the darn prince had still done it, almost as if he couldn't get enough seeing her shatter to pieces. She could even feel the dark silk of his amusement coursing in between their bodies and more so when he reached for her legs and placed them over broad, rock-hard shoulders that were rocking in silent mirth.



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