TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 182

Clai

CHAPTER 125: BEG FOR IT–1

EMBER’S POV

He’s too big to fit properly my jaw already aching as I stretch around the thick head, my lips struggling to accommodate the girth – but I take him anyway, sinking down inch by inch, relaxing my throat the way! learned in whispered conversations with other pack wives who actually enjoyed sex.

The head hits the back of my throat and I swallow around him, and the groan that tears out of Knox’s chest makes every second of discomfort worth it.

“Fuck–fucking fuck, Ember-” His hips jerk forward involuntarily, pushing another inch past my lips, and I gag but don’t pull back. “Your mouth. Fucking Selene, your mouth. Like you were made for this. Made to take my cock.”

I pull back slowly, hollowing my cheeks, dragging my tongue along the sensitive underside, and then sink down again.

Deeper this time. Taking more. Showing him exactly what I’m capable of.

His hand tightens in my hair and he starts to move.

It’s gentle at first shallow thrusts that let me control the pace, that give me time to breathe. But I look up

at him through my lashes and moan around his c**k, and something in his expression shifts.

“You want more?” His voice is painfully strained, barely recognizable. “Want me to fuck your throat for real?”

I moan again, louder this time, and he takes that as permission.

The first real thrust makes me gag, makes my eyes water, makes spit drool down my chin in a way that should be humiliating.

But then he does it again, harder, and I realize I fucking love it. Love the way he takes what he wants. Love the way he uses my mouth like it belongs to him, because right now it does, and so does the rest of me.

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“That’s it- take it- fuck, you take it so well-” His thrusts are getting faster, more erratic, and I can feel his c**k swelling in my mouth, can feel his balls drawing up tight. “I’m gonna come down your throat. I’m gonna make you swallow every fucking drop and then I’m gonna bend you over and-”

I pull off him with a wet pop.

He makes a sound like I’ve shot him, his c**k twitching in the air, so close to the edge I can practically

taste his orgasm.

And I just… smile up at him. Sweet and innocent and absolutely fucking evil.

“What’s wrong, Your Majesty?” I tilt my head, letting saliva drip down my chin, making sure I look as wrecked as possible. “Did you need something?”

CHAPTER 25 BEC FORTE T

His eyes flash pure gold.

“You little-”

He hauls me to my feet by my hair, his other hand gripping my jaw hard enough to leave bruises, and the kiss he gives me is more punishment than affection.

All teeth and tongue and barely–contained violence, tasting himself on my lips and growling his approval into my mouth.

“You want to play dirty?” He’s walking me backward, and I don’t know where we’re going until my back hits the floor, not the wall this time, the actual concrete ground, cold and hard and unforgiving under my bare skin. “Then let’s see how long you last.”

Knox doesn’t undress fully. But he shoves his pants down far enough to free his c**k fully, spreads my thighs with his hands, and notches himself at my entrance without ceremony.

“Beg for it.”

I laugh, breathless and wild. “Make me.”

He pushes in just the tip – just enough to stretch me, just enough to make me feel how big he is, how much I’m going to have to take – and then stops.

“Beg.”

“Fuck you.”

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