TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 171

CHAPTER 116: DON’T FCKING TEMPT ME

EMBER’S POV

It’s bigger than I expected industrial, clearly some kind of converted warehouse, but someone has made an effort to make it livable.

There’s a couch, a kitchen area, a table covered in papers and tablets and what look like security reports.

Knox is standing at the counter with his back to me, dressed in fresh clothes, his hair still damp. He’s gripping the edge of the counter hard enough that his knuckles have gone white.

He turns when he hears me.

And stops.

His gaze travels down my body slowly – the oversized shirt, the bare legs, the obvious lack of anything underneath – and when his eyes meet mine again, they’re burning gold.

Then he bolts across the room.

One second there’s space between us, and the next he has me pinned against the wall, his hands

slamming on either side of my head, his body caging me in completely.

“What are you doing?” His voice is a low growl. “Nathaniel is around. You’re going to put on some shorts

right now, Ember.”

I look up at him through my lashes and let a slow, mischievous smile curl across my lips.

“I will if you fuck me.”

His jaw clenches so hard I can hear his teeth grind.

“Since when do you hold back?” I roll my hips, grinding my bare p***y against his thigh, and the groan that escapes him sounds pained. Almost wounded.

“You just went through something traumatic.” The words come out strained, like he’s reciting them to himself as much as to me. “You need rest. You need-”

“I need you inside me.”

“Stop.” His forehead drops to mine, his breath ragged. “Stop fucking doing that. Stop tempting me. Because I swear to the Goddess, Ember, my morals are hanging by a thread right now, and if you keep this

up-

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“If I keep this up, what?”

His hand slides down to my thigh, rough and possessive, and my legs part for him wantonly, shamelessly. urging his fingers higher.

His knuckles graze where I’m slick and swollen and aching for him, and I whimper, rolling my hips to chase

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the contact.

“Careful.” His voice drops to something low and dark and dangerous, his lips brushing my ear. “Test me one more time, Ember, and I won’t stop. I’ll pin you to the nearest surface and pound into you until you go right back to Sapphire, and won’t care who hears it. I won’t care about anything except being inside you.” His fingers drag through my wetness, barely a tease, making me gasp. “Don’t fucking tempt me.”

I’m so wet I can feel it dripping down my thighs. My hips chase his hand desperately, trying to get his fingers where I need them, but he pulls back just enough to keep me wanting.

“Knox, please-”

He chuckles, low and dark, and withdraws his hand completely.

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“Food is coming.” His voice is deliberately flat now, even as his eyes still burn gold. “Nathaniel plans to cook. You should eat.”

I groan the second he pulls away from me.

“Eat first.” He moves toward the couch, deliberately putting distance between us like I’m something dangerous. Something he doesn’t trust himself around. “Then maybe I could be convinced.”

I follow him to the sitting room, my bare feet padding against the cold floor, and when I move to sit close

– close enough to feel the heat radiating off his body – he holds up a hand.

“Over there.”

I pout, letting my–lower lip jut out in a way I know he finds infuriating.

“You’re no fun.”

He chuckles, low and warm, but there’s strain.

“You’re going to drive me insane one of these days, Ember. Genuinely, certifiably insane.”

I settle on the opposite end of the couch with a dramatic sigh tucking my bare legs under me, watching

him watch me.

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Even from here, I can see the tension in his jaw, the way his eyes keep drifting down to where his shirt rides up my thighs before snapping back to my face like he’s been caught doing something shameful.

Let him suffer.

The silence between us stretches, though it is a comfortable one. I don’t know if we’ve ever existed without responsibilities or activities.

I pull at a loose thread on the couch cushion, gathering my thoughts, and then ask the question that’s been nagging at me since yesterday.

“What happened yesterday? After I went to the car at the dinner.” I look up at him. “I remember… there was blood on your clothes in the car. A lot of it.”

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Something dark flickers across his face. A flash of satisfaction, almost feral, before it settles into something more controlled.

“I was teaching Logan Reeves a lesson.”

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