TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 180

CHAPTER 124: PLAYING GAMES–1

EMBER’S POV

Knox doesn’t wait for me to answer.

His mouth crashes into mine again with a ferocity that steals the breath from my lungs, his hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt – the only thing I’m wearing – and dragging me so hard against his body that I can feel every ridge of muscle, every line of tension, every inch of the erection already straining against his pants.

He kisses me like he’s been starving for it, like all those hours of holding back and being careful and treating me like something fragile have finally reached their breaking point.

Behind us, Gale is still screaming.

“Get your fucking hands off her! She’s mine! MINE! I’ll kill you, I’ll fucking kill you both-”

Knox breaks the kiss just long enough to look over my shoulder at the cage, and the smile that curves his lips is pure predatory satisfaction.

“Watch closely,” he says, his voice pitched to carry. “I want you to see exactly what she looks like when

she’s properly satisfied.”

Then his mouth finds my throat, and I stop thinking about Gale entirely.

He bites down on the sensitive skin just below my ear hard enough to make my knees buckle and a moan

spill from my lips.

His hands are everywhere at once, sliding under the hem of the shirt to grip my bare ass, hauling me up against him so I can wrap my legs around his waist.

I can feel his c**k pressing against my center through the thin barrier of his pants, thick and hard and absolutely fucking massive, and the friction when I grind against him makes us both groan.

“Been wanting to do this for hours,” he growls against my skin, carrying me backward until my spine hits cold concrete. “Been wanting to tear this shirt off you and fuck you until the only word left in that pretty head is my name. Do you have any idea what you’ve been doing to me, Ernber? Walking around in nothing but my clothes, tempting me, testing me-”

“Then stop talking,” I gasp, rolling my hips against his trapped erection, “and fuck me like you want to.” He laughs, dark and hungry, and then his hands find the collar of the shirt and he rips it open.

Buttons scatter across the concrete like thrown dice, pinging off metal pipes and disappearing into dark corners, and then I’m completely bare against the cold beam while he stands back just far enough to drink

me in.

His eyes drag down my body with an intensity that makes me feel more naked than nakedness ever could,

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like it has been ages since he has seen me this way – dark eyes lingering on my breasts, my waist, the slick heat between my thighs that I know he can smell, can practically taste on the air.

“Fucking art,” he breathes, and the reverence in his voice makes my cunt clench around nothing. “Every inch of you. Fucking art.”

“Then put your hands on me,” I dare to say, letting my thighs fall open wider against the beam, letting him see exactly how wet I already am, glistening in the dim light. “Or do I need to take care of myself while you just stand there staring?”

I slide my own hand down my stomach, fingers trailing toward my p***y, and his whole body goes rigid.

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

He’s on me before I can blink, pinning my wrist above my head, his other hand wrapping around my throat tightly.

His face is inches from mine, his breath hot against my lips, those blue eyes warring between gold and their wild glint.

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