TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 184

EMBER’S POV

I’m not thinking. I can’t think. There’s only the overwhelming need to be his, completely, permanently, in every way possible.

Knox’s rhythm stutters.

I feel his mouth on my throat, hot and open, his canines extended and pressing against that sacred spot where my pulse thunders under thin skin. He’s right there. Right on the edge of claiming me.

And then he rips himself away with a snarl that sounds like agony.

He pulls out of me so fast I cry out at the sudden emptiness, flipping me onto my stomach in one brutal movement, pressing my face into the cold concrete floor.

The new position puts my throat against the ground, inaccessible, protected from his wolf’s desperate need to mark.

“Can’t-” His voice is wrecked, barely human. “Fuck- I almost-”

“I don’t care,” I gasp, trying to push up onto my hands and knees. “Claim me. I want it. I want to be yours-”

“No.” His hand presses between my shoulder blades, holding me down. “Not yet.”

He slams back into me from behind and all coherent thought dissolves.

This position is even more intense he’s deeper now, somehow, hitting places inside me I didn’t know existed, and I can’t do anything but take it, face pressed into the floor, ass in the air, completely at his

mercy.

His hands grip my hips hard enough to leave finger–shaped bruises for days, and his pace is absolutely

brutal – fast and hard and desperate, like he’s trying to fuck the claiming instinct out of himself.

“So fucking tight,” he groans, and I can hear the strain in his voice, the battle he’s fighting with his wolf.” Squeezing my c**k so good. This p***y was made for me. Made to take me. Tell me it’s mine.”

“It’s yours- my p***y is yours- everything is yours-”

“That’s right. Mine. This cunt. These tits.” He reaches around to grab my breast, pinching my n****e hard enough to make me cry out. “This body. Every fucking inch. Mine.”

I’m building again, impossibly – and I can tell he’s close too, his thrusts becoming erratic, his grip on my hip turning bruising.

“I’ll make you drip with me for days.”

“Please Knox- I need it- need your cum-

“Who do you belong to?”

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You! I belong to you!”

“Louder. So he fucking hears it.”

“I BELONG TO KNOX VOLKOV!” I’m screaming now, not caring who hears, not caring about anything except the c**k splitting me open and the orgasm cresting like a wave. “I’M HIS! I’LL ALWAYS BE HIS! AND I’M GOING TO COME ON HIS c**k WHILE MY EX–HUSBAND WATCHES AND THERE’S NOTHING–FUCK- NOTHING HE CAN DO ABOUT IT-”

We shatter together.

I feel Knox pulse inside me

thick hot ropes of cum painting my walls, filling me up, marking me from the

inside exactly like he promised.

My own orgasm crashes through me at the same moment, my whole body seizing, my cunt clamping down on him in rhythmic waves that milk every last drop.

We collapse together onto the cold concrete, both gasping, both shaking, both completely and utterly ruined.

Somewhere behind us, Gale is crying.

The sound of a man who has finally, completely understood that he has no power here. No control. Nothing left but the knowledge that he lost and I won and there’s nothing he can do to change it.

I don’t bother looking at him.

Instead, I let Knox gather me into his arms, let him press kisses to my sweaty temple, let him murmur soft

things against my hair while his cum leaks out of me and pools on the floor.

–

We’re both a mess sweaty, filthy, covered in each other and smelling like sex and satisfaction and

something that feels terrifyingly like forever.

“The almost–mark,” I manage eventually, my voice hoarse from screaming. “You stopped yourself.”

“Barely.” His arms tighten around me. “My wolf has never wanted anything like he wants to claim you. I don’t understand it. We don’t have a mate bond. I shouldn’t be able to feel the pull this strongly.”

“But you do.”

“I do.” He presses his forehead against mine. “And it scares the shit out of me, Ember. Because if I ever lost control. If I ever actually bit you without your real consent, without understanding what it means-”

“We’ll figure it out.” I silence him with a soft kiss, tasting myself on his lips. “Later. We’ll figure it out later. Right now, I just want to stay here. With you.”

He doesn’t argue.

We lie there on the cold basement floor, tangled together in the aftermath, his c**k still half–hard inside me, both of us too wrung out to move.

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Gale’s crying eventually fades to quiet sniffles, and then to silence, and then to the even breathing of someone who’s cried himself to exhaustion.

Finally, when the cold becomes too much to ignore, Knox helps me to my feet on shaking legs.

At the bottom of the stairs, pause and turn back to face Gale’s cage one final time.

He’s slumped against the bars, ruined face wet with tears, looking at me with something that might be hatred or might be defeat or might be both tangled together.

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