TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 13

CHAPTER. 11: COUNTING DOWN ON HIS TONGUE

EMBER’S POV

I stare down at Knox on his knees, my pulse slamming so hard I can feel it between my legs. He’s grinning up at me like a wolf who’s already tasted blood, gold eyes glowing, fangs just barely peeking past his lip.

I fold my arms, pretending my thighs aren’t already trembling.

“What do I win?”

He chuckles, low and filthy. “You won’t, darling.”

“But if I do?”

His tongue drags across his bottom lip like he’s savoring what’s coming.

“Name it.”

“For the rest of the day, you do whatever I say. Anything.”

That savage grin widens.

“Deal. But when you lose…” He pauses, eyes darkening. “You’ll find out after.”

The team’s right outside the door, probably checking their watches. I swallow hard.

“Start counting, Ember,” he growls against the lace.

“Sixty,” I choke out.

He doesn’t tease or ease in. Knox eats p***y like it’s his lifeline.

One brutal lick, tongue flat and merciless, drags from my entrance to my clit and I nearly fold

in half.

His huge hands clamp my thighs open, fingers digging bruises into my skin, spreading me so wide the cool air hits my dripping folds and I whimper.

“Fifty–nine,” I gasp, voice already cracking.

He growls, the sound vibrating straight through my clit, and then he’s sucking, hard, ruthless pulls that make my hips jerk against his face. Two thick fingers shove inside me without warning, curling viciously, stroking that spot that turns my spine to liquid fire.

He sucks my clit into his mouth and bites, just hard enough to make stars explode behind my eyes, then soothes it with a long, filthy lick. My hips are grinding on his face now, shameless, chasing the brutal rhythm of his tongue and fingers.

“Forty–eight–forty–seven–oh god, oh fuck-”

He curls his fingers hard, rubs that spot in ruthless circles, and then flattens his tongue and presses, holding it there while he stares up at me with those feral gold eyes.

“Forty–one–forty–thirty–nine–thirty–eight-”

I break at thirty–seven.

The orgasm detonates. My entire body seizes, a quiet scream caught in my throat as I come hard, gushing all over his mouth, his chin, his throat.

But he doesn’t stop.

He growls into my p***y, drinking every pulse, tongue lashing my clit through the spasms. I’m sobbing, thighs clamping around his head, trying to push him away but he won’t budge.

“Knox–I can’t–too much-”