TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 3

EMBER’S POV

King Knox doesn’t stop, not even when the flight attendant keeps knocking and demanding to know if everything’s alright.

If only she knew that the Lycan King is currently buried deep inside me, fucking me like he owns me.

I bite down hard on my bottom lip to contain my moans, watching the feral hunger blazing in Knox’s golden eyes. His thrusts keep getting deeper, harder, more brutal—each one hitting something inside me that makes my toes curl and my vision go white.

Then he closes the distance between us and captures my lips in a devastating kiss, swallowing my desperate whimpers as he drives in one final time, so deep I swear I can feel him in my throat.

His teeth sink into my shoulder—not quite a mating bite but close enough to leave a mark—and he groans against my skin as his cock pulses inside me.

I come one last time, clenching around him as he fills me, both of us frozen together, panting.

The flight attendant pounds on the door again, more insistent this time.

Knox pulls out slowly and I whimper at the loss, immediately feeling his cum start to leak down my inner thighs. He calmly zips up and smooths his suit like he didn’t just rail me in an airplane bathroom, then helps fix my skirt with surprising gentleness.

He picks up my destroyed panties from the floor and pockets them with a smirk.

“You’re not wearing these for the rest of the flight,” he says, his voice still rough with satisfaction. “I want you to feel my cum leaking out of you and remember exactly who fucked you properly.”

My face burns. This man has absolutely no shame.

Knox opens the door to face the mortified flight attendant. The woman’s eyes go wide when she recognizes him—everyone knows what the Lycan King looks like—and her face goes completely white.

Knox slips her several hundred-dollar bills without blinking. “For your discretion and excellent service.”

Then he walks back to his seat without looking back at me, leaving me standing in the bathroom doorway, thoroughly fucked, pantyless, and realizing I just had sex with the most powerful alpha in North America.

Oh my god. Oh my god. What did I just do?

This isn’t happening. This can’t be happening.

I just fucked the Lycan King. In an airplane bathroom. Without protection. And now his cum is literally dripping down my thighs and I have no underwear because he ripped them off and pocketed them like some kind of trophy.

I return to my seat on shaky legs, acutely aware of Knox’s warm cum.

The businessman in 3B is definitely smirking like he heard everything. The flight attendant won’t make eye contact and keeps her distance.

I collapse into my seat, face burning with mortification.

I refuse to look across the aisle where Knox has calmly returned to his seat and is reading something on his phone like he didn’t just fuck me senseless thirty seconds ago.

How can he be so calm? How can he act like nothing happened?

Meanwhile I’m over here trying not to hyperventilate because I just cheated on my husband—even though my husband was literally in an orgy—with the most dangerous man in the werewolf world.

The Lycan King.

Gale’s boss.

The man who could destroy both our packs with a single word.

I need to process this. Need to think. Need to figure out what the hell I’m going to do now.

My phone buzzes in my bag.

I pull it out and see an unknown number calling.

My finger hovers over the decline button, but something makes me answer.

“Ember! Thank god you picked up!”

Gale’s voice makes my entire body go rigid with rage.

He’s calling from someone else’s phone since I blocked him. Of course he is. Of course he found a way around my boundaries.

“Don’t hang up, please, just listen to me for one second—”

“I have nothing to say to you,” I snap, but he talks right over me like he always does.

“What you saw wasn’t what you think!” His voice is high-pitched, hysterical, manic. “I love you, Ember. I swear to god, I love you. Those men meant nothing. It was just stress relief, it doesn’t count as cheating—”

Doesn’t count as cheating?

DOESN’T COUNT AS CHEATING?

I can hear Logan Reeves coaching him in the background.

“Tell her you’ll go to therapy. Tell her you’ll change. Women love that. Tell her it’ll never happen again.”

The audacity. The absolute fucking audacity of both of them.

“You’re calling me from Logan’s phone?” I gasp. “The same Logan whose dick was in your mouth two hours ago. Do you see the irony here, Gale? Do you?”

“Baby, please, you have to understand—”

“Don’t. Call. Me. That.”

“I was confused! I didn’t know what I wanted! But I know now, I know I want you, I want our marriage—”

“What you want,” I interrupt, my voice shaking with barely contained fury, “is for me to keep playing the perfect little omega wife while you fuck whoever you want behind my back. That’s what you want.”

“No! That’s not—where are you right now? Just tell me where you are and we can talk about this face to face. We can work through this together like adults—”

“Work through this? You want to work through the fact that I caught you in a full gay orgy in our living room?”

“It wasn’t—you’re making it sound worse than it was—”

“How am I making it worse? There were three of you! You were on your knees! They were laughing about how pathetic I am!”

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