TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 268

CHAPTER 198: MARK ME

KNOX’S POV

“Knox-” She can’t speak. I’m not letting her.

Each thrust drives the words from her mouth and replaces them with sounds more honest than language – gasps and moans and the wet, broken whimpering of a woman being fucked open by the man she loves in a way she’s never been fucked before because no one has ever been this close.

My c**k is buried inside her p***y and my heart in her hands and the terrifying, annihilating truth that I would die for this woman and I would kill for this woman and if she asked me to choose between the crown and being inside her in this river I would throw the crown into the water and watch it sink.

Phantom is surging.

I can feel the wolf pressing against my skin, my eyes flickering gold, my canines elongating, the feral gene responding to her heat and the grip of her cunt and the bond with a ferocity that wants to consume her.

Devour, take her so completely that the line between his body and hers dissolves.

I want to crawl inside her ribcage and live there. I want to swallow her whole and keep her safe in the dark

where nothing can touch her.

I want to fuck her until she forgets every name except mine, until her p***y can’t remember what it felt like

before my c**k was inside it, until the cells of her skin rearrange themselves around the memory of my

hands and refuse to respond to anyone else’s.

I am digging Rafael out of her body with my c**k and my mouth and my hands and filling every space he contaminated with something that belongs there.

“Tell me you feel me.” I thrust into her hard enough to make her whole body jolt and the water splash against the banks, my c**k hitting something deep inside her that makes her eyes roll back and her p***y clench around me so tight I see stars. “Tell me I’m the only thing inside you right now.” “You’re all I feel.” She’s crying and moaning and the two sounds have merged into something that transcends both. “You’re all I’ve ever felt. Even when I swore I hated you, even when I wanted to burn the world down for what you did, it was you, Knox. It was always you. I felt you in every room I walked into. Tasted you in every silence. Reached for you in my sleep and woke up furious that you weren’t there-

I kiss her because if she finishes that sentence I will say something I can’t take back and I’m not ready, not yet, not until I’ve earned it with more than my body.

The kiss is consuming- teeth and tongue and the copper taste of blood from my split lip and the salt of her tears and I am drinking her, swallowing her.

And my c**k is driving into her with a rhythm that has become something tidal, my hips pounding against hers in deep, deep strokes that make her moan into my mouth and clench around me in waves.

CHAPTER 10 MARY ME

Lean feel her arousal running down my shaft, slick and hot, coating my balls, and the obscenity of it

alongside the tenderness of her fingers in my hair and her tears on my cheeks is the most honest thing! have ever experienced.

I reach between us and find her clit, swollen and hard and begging, and press hard, circling in tight relentless strokes timed to every thrust.

My c**k and my thumb working her from Both sides, inside and out, filling her and stroking her and giving her no escape from the pleasure building between us.

“Come for me.” I growl it against her mouth and my voice is barely human, Phantom bleeding through, the wolf and the man both demanding the same thing for once in my wretched life. “Come on my c**k, Ember. I want to feel your p***y break around me. I want to feel you shatter and know that I’m the one who put you back together.”

She detonates.

Her p***y clamps down on my c**k with a force that whites out my vision and a scream tears from her throat that is not my name but something older, something that comes from Sapphire and from the part of Ember that existed before language, a raw and primal and beautiful sound that shakes the trees and the

water.

I can feel her coming around me in deep, rhythmic contractions that milk my c**k and pull me deeper and

the sensation is so intense my hips stutter and my breath stops and I am right on the edge, right THERE-

I follow her over and the fall is infinite.

My c**k swells and pulses inside her as I come harder than I have come in my entire life, harder than the airplane, harder than the penthouse, harder than every frantic desperate fuck we’ve had before this because none of them were THIS, none of them were real, and this is real and it is destroying me.

I bury myself as deep as I can go, c**k pressed against her cervix, and spill into her with a heat so desperate it borders on madness.

I fill her until I feel my cum leaking out around my shaft and into the river and the sensation of it – of

– being so deep inside her that my cum has nowhere to go – is primal and filthy and tender all at once. The sound I make into her neck is feral and wrecked and more vulnerable than anything I’ve ever allowed another living creature to hear.

I hold her. In the river. In the cold. With my c**k still buried inside her and her heartbeat hammering against my chest and Phantom howling in my skull and the forest quiet around us like the whole world is holding its breath.

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