TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 255

CHAPTER 186: SCREAM, EMBER

TRIGGER WARNING: SEXUAL VIOLENCE

EMBER’S POV

He takes me from the guards. His hands close around my arms and he pulls me against him and lowers me to the floor forcefully, aggressively restraining against my dulled fight–or–flight instinct.

My skin crawls because it’s WRONG. This is wrong. His touch is wrong. His feel on my skin is wrong. Everything about this moment is wrong.

He pins me under him, forcing me down with his crushing weight, and the tears gather in my eyes. My body is betraying me – the heat surging through my core, my skin oversensitised, nerve endings firing at his proximity in ways that have nothing to do with desire and everything to do with the chemical hijacking of my biology.

My back arches involuntarily when his chest presses against mine and a sound escapes my lips that I would die before making willingly and the sob that follows it is the most honest thing I’ve produced all night.

This is it.

He is going to r**e me here on the floor of his dining room while his drugged guests fuck around us and my stupid, traitorous body won’t stop him because the compound is messing with my mind and body.

I can’t fight the chemistry and I can’t fight his weight and I can’t fight the four guards who held me down while he poured poison into my mouth.

And I can’t stop it. I can’t move. I can’t fight him. I can’t do anything but watch the gleam of vile hunger in his eyes and urgency in his movement, in his bid to assault me.

My heart aches for Knox. In this moment, the very thought of him is a reprieve I hope helps my mind escape the horrible thing that comes next.

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Perhaps I could hide in our best memories. In the mornings he tickled me and the breakfast and his

complete ability to make me smile despite the situation.

My heart aches in a way that transcends my current agony, a desperate, urgent yearning for the man I sent

away.

For the man I told to never come back, and I hated him for leaving and I would give anything – ANYTHING

to see him walk through that door right now.

I think of his hands, his real hands, the ones that offered pleasure without ever crossing my boundaries. I think of his voice in the dark, rough and wrecked and honest in the moments between bastardy ways.

I think of the way he looked at me before I said the Celeste words, when there was still light behind his

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eyes, and I want that back, I want HIM back, I want a miracle I don’t deserve from a Goddess who has never once answered when I called.

Please. Please. Anyone. Anything.

“Don’t cry.” His mouth finds my neck and his lips are soft against my pulse point and his voice is a murmur, low and adoring. “This is the beginning, Ember. The beginning of everything we were always meant to be. You and I – fated, written in the blood, inevitable.” His hand slides down my side, fingertips tracing my ribs with a delicacy that belongs to a lover and not a captor. “I have dreamed of this. Every night since the summit. From the moment you danced in that club with that undeserving fool. The way he touched you, fingered you, and no doubt wrung pleasure from your body. I can make you see stars too, Ember. Believe me. No, I’ll prove it, and you’d love me. I’ll show you the galaxies from this from floor, and you will surrender to me. Your wolf would surrender to our bond. Let fate reveal itself to us.”

“Rafael – please – stop –” The words come out broken and sobbing and useless because his mouth is on my collarbone now and his hand is moving lower and my body is responding to the compound with a hunger I cannot control and the disgust and the desire are tangled together so completely I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.

“Shh.” His lips brush my ear. “Just let it happen. Your wolf knows. Your body knows. Everything civilised is just noise, querida. Underneath it, underneath all of it, you’re mine. You’ve always been mine.”

His teeth graze the curve of my neck where a mating mark would go and Sapphire ERUPTS.

A full, thundering roar from somewhere so deep inside me it feels like the earth splitting open.

My wolf surges forward with a violence that shocks us both muscles coiling, vision sharpening, strength flooding into limbs that were trembling seconds ago.

Trust me, Sapphire says, and her voice is ancient and calm and completely certain. SCREAM.

I don’t understand. But I trust her because she’s the only thing in my life right now that I have, so I open my

mouth and I scream.

It’s not a human scream.

It’s something deeper, something that comes from the wolf and uses my throat as a channel, and the sound that tears out of me reverberates through the dining room with a force that rattles the crystal and

blows the fire out and sends every person in the room staggering.

Rafael’s body rips off mine like he’s been struck by lightning, his weight launching backward, his spine hitting the edge of the dining table hard enough to send crystal crashing to the floor.

He lands in a heap of overturned chairs and shattered wine glasses, gold eyes blown wide with shock, and for one second the room freezes around us the couples fucking, the guards, the entire grotesque circus of the Bacchanal suspended in the aftermath of whatever just came out of my mouth.

Again, Sapphire says. Louder.

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