TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 267

KNOX’S POV

I worship one breast with my mouth while my fingers work her p***y in deep, curling strokes, my thumb circling her clit in tightening spirals.

The sounds filling the space between us are filthy and holy at the same time – the wet slide of my fingers inside her, the splash of water as her hips roll, the broken gasps falling from her mouth.

“You taste divine.” The words spill against her skin between my teeth. “Every inch of you. Every breath. Every sound you make. Do you understand what you are to me? You are the only thing I have ever wanted badly enough to destroy myself for, and I would do it again, I would burn this forest down and the next one and the one after that, I would raze every kingdom I’ve ever built to fucking ASH if it meant keeping you safe and warm and making these sounds for me and only me.”

She comes with a violence that nearly breaks my grip on her.

Her p***y clamps down on my fingers so hard I feel it in my shoulder and her spine arches and she screams my name into the Alaskan night like it’s the last word she’ll ever say.

I hold her through every wave, my thumb still circling, my fingers still buried inside her, drawing it out, pulling pleasure from her body in long rolling crests that leave her shaking and sobbing and dripping down my wrist.

“More.” She pants it against my mouth. “Knox, more. I need you inside me. Not your fingers. YOU. All of

you. Please. I need to feel you so deep there’s no room for anyone else.”

Phantom goes feral.

My c**k is throbbing, aching, blood rushing in a frenzy, leaking at the tip against her thigh, and I have been fighting the beast and fighting my body since the moment I touched her.

The fight is OVER because she said please and she said deep and she said no room for anyone else and I am only a man and she is the thing that unmakes me

I lift her against me. Her legs lock around my waist and her hand reaches between us and wraps around my c**k and the touch of her fingers on me nearly ends it right there.

Her small hand gripping my shaft, stroking once, twice, spreading the wetness from her p***y along my length before guiding me to her entrance.

The moment the head of my c**k presses against her heat I lose something I will never get back – some last pretence that I am in control of what this woman does to me.

Some final wall between the bastard king and the man under who is shaking and ruined and so desperately in love it has become its own form of madness.

I push inside her and we both stop breathing.

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CHAPTERDW

HIPING

She’s tight. Impossibly, devastatingly tight, her p***y stretching around my c**k in a slow, clenching welcome that makes my jaw lock and my claws extend into the water.

I can feel every ridge of her walls gripping me, pulling me deeper, her body taking me inch by agonising inch until I am buried to the hilt with my balls pressed against her ass.

And the heat of her wrapped around my c**k is so intense I forget the river, forget the cold, forget my own

name.

I am buried in her to the root with the river rushing around us and her legs locked around me and her nails drawing blood from my back and I cannot move.

If I move I will lose my mind. If I move Phantom will take over and I need to be HERE, I need to be Knox, not the wolf, not the beast, because she deserves a man right now, not a monster.

“Ember.” My voice comes from somewhere I didn’t know existed. “Look at me.”

She opens her eyes. Brown and gold and swimming with tears and completely, devastatingly present.

“I need you to keep looking at me.” I pull back slowly – every inch an exquisite agony, her p***y gripping me like it’s afraid I’ll leave, her walls dragging along my length in a way that makes my thighs shake – and push back in with a depth that makes her mouth fall open on a silent scream. “Because the moment I stop seeing your eyes, the wolf takes over. And I want this to be me. I want you to remember that it was ME.”

“It’s you.” She cups my face with both hands, holding my gaze. “It’s always been you.”

I move.

She didn’t ask for gentle and my body is incapable of it – the heat has turned the air between us into

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