TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 2

EMBER’S POV

The words hang between us, and I can’t believe I just said them. But there’s no denying the intensity of my desire for this man, even in the midst of my heartbreak.

Sapphire is going absolutely feral inside me—she wants to feel his hands run down every inch of my skin and it makes no sense. We don’t even know him.

He raises an eyebrow at me, something dark and amused flickering across his devastatingly handsome face.

“Is that really what you want?” His voice drops lower, rougher, each word like a physical caress.

I nod, feeling a rush of heat flood through me. I know it’s reckless, but I can’t help myself. I need this. I need him. I need to feel wanted instead of worthless. I need to forget Gale’s mocking voice, Logan’s cruel laughter, the image of my husband on his knees.

If Gale can fuck whoever he wants, so can I.

But just as quickly as the moment ignited, it flickers out as he takes a step back from me, his expression cooling into something almost bored.

“As tempting as that sounds, I’m afraid I have other business to attend to.”

What?

He’s rejecting me?

Something hot and humiliating floods through my chest. Of course. Of course even a stranger doesn’t want me. Gale was right—I’m desperate, pathetic, not worth—

No.

Fuck that.

Wild instinct takes over and I grab his arm as he turns to leave, yanking him back around. Before I can second-guess myself, before I can think about consequences or propriety or anything beyond this moment, I kiss him with everything I have.

His lips are sinfully soft, perfect, and the contact sends a rush of liquid heat straight between my legs. For a moment, he’s completely still, and panic claws at me—oh god, he really doesn’t want me—

Then he growls.

The sound is purely animalistic, vibrating against my mouth as his hands suddenly slam against the wall on either side of my head, caging me in. He kisses me back with bruising intensity, all teeth and tongue and raw hunger that makes my knees weak.

Our tongues meet in a fierce dance and I cling to him desperately, wanting to lose myself in this moment, in this feeling of being wanted so intensely it borders on violence.

His hands roam over my body with clear purpose—gripping my waist, my hips, my ass—each touch sending electric shocks down my spine. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

Maybe my relationship with Gale kept me so sexually starved that even this contact with a stranger drives me mad with lust, but I don’t care. I don’t fucking care anymore.

He shoves me back against the wall, pinning my wrists above my head with one large hand. His body presses hard against mine and I can feel every muscled inch of him, including the thick length of his cock straining against his pants, pressing into my stomach.

Oh god.

His hot breath teases my neck as he peppers kisses along my throat, biting down on my pulse point hard enough to make me cry out. The pleasure-pain is exquisite, and I arch into him shamelessly.

“Such pretty sounds,” he murmurs against my skin, voice like gravel. “I wonder what other noises I can make you make.”

His free hand slides underneath my dress, trailing up my inner thigh with agonizing slowness. I’m trembling, desperate, my panties already soaked through. When his fingers finally brush against the lace, I gasp.

“Fuck,” he breathes, pressing harder. “You’re dripping wet already.” His fingers hook under the fabric, pushing it aside, and when he touches my bare pussy I actually whimper. “Are you this desperate to get fucked by me? By a complete stranger?”

I should feel ashamed. I should stop this.

Instead, I moan and lean into his touch, spreading my legs wider in shameless invitation. This is who I am now. The good girl who followed every rule is gone. I just want to feel something other than pain.

“I want to hear you say it.” His finger circles my clit, slow and torturous, making my hips buck. “If you want my cock inside you that badly, then beg for it. Convince me you deserve it.”

Then he plunges two fingers deep inside me.

“Oh god!” The cry rips from my throat as he fucks me with his fingers, rough and fast and perfect. My thighs shake, my whole body trembling as pleasure builds at an impossible rate.

“Say it,” he demands, curling his fingers to hit that spot that makes me see stars.

“Yes! Please!” I’m gasping, grinding down on his hand. “Please fuck me. I need you to take me right here. Use me, ruin me—I don’t care. Just please—”

He chuckles darkly against my skin, the vibrations sending me even closer to the edge. Then his lips brush my ear, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

“I never thought I’d see the day where you’d be such a naughty girl, Ember.”

I freeze.

Wait.

How does he know my name? Why does he sound like he knows me?

The pleasure has completely disoriented my thoughts, but I manage to pull back slightly, staring at this gorgeous stranger carefully. He still looks so familiar, I just can’t place from where...

“W-what?” My voice is breathless, shaky. “How do you know my name?”

The devious man smirks, wicked intentions etched into every handsome line of his face.

“Don’t tell me you don’t recognize your Lycan King, Ember darling.” His blue eyes hold that cruel, calculating glint I’ve seen before, and suddenly it hits me like a fucking freight train. “I certainly know about the beautiful mate of Alpha Gale Crawford.”

No.

Oh god, no.

King Knox Volkov.

I just kissed the most dangerous man in the world. I just begged the Lycan King to fuck me in an airplane bathroom.

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