From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 298

Chapter 298 My King. My Husband

Chapter 298 My King, My Husband

DAMON.

“My husband.”

I pull my fingers from her depth, sliding them up to rub at her clit, even as I stand.

“Grab those tits.”

Eloise doesn’t hesitate, too far gone to argue, she reaches up and pushes her big tits together.

“Pinch those nipples,” I tell her, feeling her pussy start to spasm against my fingertips.

She moans and her fingers do as I say, rolling the little peaks.

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“Are you gonna come, Baby? You gonna come for your husband?” She nods. “Say it,” I growl, tightening my grip on my cock.

“I’m…” her eyes close and her head tips back. “Oh fuck, my husband is making me come.”

Then she does. Her mouth opening, her body shaking.

But it’s the light glinting off her new shiny ring as her fingers squeeze her nipples that’s my final straw.

With a loud groan, I shoot ropes of my release across her jiggling tits, marking her as mine, again.

ELOISE.

An electric ding wakes me, and I feel completely out of sorts, flailing around, trying to find what’s making the noise.

My hand slaps down on the nightstand, since that’s where the sound was coming from, and my hand connects with something. Multiple somethings, as a clatter of items hitting the floor follows my movement.

Squinting, the first thing I see is a laptop and tablet stacked on the nightstand. Why was he getting me new things?

Then I roll and look over the side of the bed, finding a brand new phone—thankfully already in a case,—and a little case for earbuds on the floor. The phone’s screen is facing up, showing a missed text.

Bracing a hand on the nightstand so I don’t faceplant, I stretch down to pick up the items from the floor. Setting the earbuds on the stack of other electronics before looking at the phone.

I’m wondering what the code is, when the phone automatically unlocks with facial recognition.

Huh.

Programming this is hardly the most invasive thing Damon has done, so I decide not to dwell on it. Instead, I open my text from

Husband.

Husband: Good morning, Wife. I have some meetings today, so I won’t be home until later. But we need to leave by seven for a charity function. It’s black tie. I have a dress being delivered this afternoon. If it needs alterations, call me. Be ready..

I drop the phone onto the bed and groan.

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12:16 pm PPPP.

Chapter 298 My King, My Husband

He’s such a bossy bitch.

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I’ve felt Damon’s heated gaze on me ever since we left the house. And even now, as we walk up the steps of some fancy place called The Zeus Hotel, I can still feel his eyes on me.”

Well, the feeling is mutual, buddy.

A doorman in a suit, holds the door open for us when we approach, dipping his chin to Damon and me. “Good evening, My King, My Queen.”

Damon places a hand on my back for me to step ahead, and I use that opportunity to catch another glimpse of him. Because goddamn, I’m married to a fine ass man.

Hair styled back, beard trimmed to show his jawline to perfection, and wrapped in a black tux… I mean, seriously. He’s the hottest human I’ve ever met.

Damon clears his throat.

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My gaze snaps up, but I find him staring at my cleavage.

Focusing back on my steps, I move through the door, careful not to break my ankle in these ice pick shoes Damon picked out for tonight.

The dress Damon sent to the house fit like a glove… after I pulled on my pair of shapewear shorts. And though it’s not a style l would’ve ever picked to try on, I must admit that I look pretty good in it.

The material is a shimmery black. The V–neck is deep, held up by two small spaghetti straps, but then there’s also a drapey off–the- shoulder cap sleeve.

I always worried this style would make my shoulders look huge, but with the pushup strapless bra I’m wearing, no one is paying attention to anything other than my boobs. The material gathers below the bust then it’s loose fitting to the floor, with a slit that goes halfway up one thigh.

It’s more provocative than I expected, but if Damon is gonna get worked up about how much skin I have on display, he only has himself to blame.

“Where is everyone?” I ask as Damon guides us through a fancy lobby and down a side hall, with no one in sight. “When does this thing start?”

“An hour ago.”

I almost trip. “An hour ago! Why didn’t we leave sooner? I could’ve been ready.”

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